Alien Monologue

Hi, my name is Lauren and I believe that I am your biological granddaughter. I realize that my Mom tried to contact you in the past and you said that you did not want contact but I wanted to try and contact you myself. If you don't want to talk to me that is fine as well, just respond with no or no thanks

There’s nothing I can do to make you see differently. I’m like you. I have arms, feet, five fingers on each hand, and feelings. But you don’t seem to understand that and I’ve just given up on trying to get you to understand. The worst part of all this, is she doesn’t understand I’m here to protect her, I’m not a “deformity”. I live inside my host and appear when needed the most, yet to the outside world, I’m just a burden; wanted by nobody. But what can I do? You know it's natural to feel afraid...to be scarce. That’s why I’m here. I protect you from harm, help your body defend against danger or to avoid it. I’m the medicine that eases your pain and reliefs your suffering. If you don’t believe me, whatever then. If you want me to be a monster,

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” I say as I run the blade ‘down the road’ on my wrist. I cried softly, hoping no one can hear me. I don’t want to be in this world anymore. How can I live in the world when everyone hates me? My parents abused me all the time before they died. I guess it’s now taking an effect on me. My friends all stabbed my back a thousand times. I Wish I didn’t tell them my secrets. They just went and told everyone else and now I’m known as the town slut. Even my boyfriend hates me. Or should I say ex-boyfriend. He proved it today. (Flashback) I was walking to class. I saw two people kissing next to the lockers and thought “I wish my boyfriend and I were like that.” As I got closer, it was my boyfriend with another girl. How could he? He said he loved me. We all lie at one point in our lives. Am I right? He

I pull up and fuck your daughter, sike nah let me stop. I ain't 21 Savage and I ain't Lil Yatchy,

I mind as well stay in this damn jail for the rest of my days. Things just aren’t the same anymore. So what if I lost my temper and was about to go ape shit on the rest of my crew? All’s I wanted to was get back at sonic and those damn freedom fighters and now here I am, barely feeling like myself let alone an anti-sonic in jail without any of my other team mates.

The pain was gone. I couldn’t feel the warm goo running down my face. I was...glad...that the pain was gone. But now there was a new pain. My mind felt like it was being pulled from somewhere in different directions. “Are you alright?” Suddenly there’s a voice. The pain dulled when she spoke. Her voice was like an angel, (Yes, I know that sounds cliche) but it’s true. Her voice was as soft as a cloud’s depiction, as sweet as a butterscotch candy. She sounded like she was as graceful as a dragon in a story. No matter what she did it was a beautiful flow of movement transformed into an art. Like something you’d never want to look away from. “Don’t be shy, You’re safe now. Come, follow my voice and you shall see the grace of the clouds and the eternal light from the sun and stars above. You can see all of the beauty in the world as if you were there. Come, follow my voice, and the wonders of the world are yours to experience. “Wi-Will I see you?” I ask her. There was silence. A long pause. “If that is your wish.”, she finally said. I moved. I actually felt like I was moving, like I was walking. I started to run. The pain from my mind was dissipating. I was almost there, I could see a silhouette in the whiteness. I felt clear, at peace. It felt nice. I found the source of the voice. She was incomprehensibly beautiful. She looked down at me, her eyes were full of kindness. She smiled lovingly at me, like she knew me. I paused. “A-Are you my

Good morning class. Today I will be discussing the Australian film Satellite Boy. Satellite Boy is a heartfelt drama directed by Catriona McKenzie that focuses on Peter (Cameron Wallaby), a young, confused 11 year old boy, who is trapped in a situation where he has been abandoned by his mother and has been left with his grandfather Jubi (David Gulpilil).

On reaching his plane seat a man is surprised to see a parrot strapped in next to him. He asks the stewardess for a coffee where upon the parrot squawks "And get me a whisky you cow!" The stewardess, flustered, brings back a whisky for the parrot and forgets the coffee. When this omission is pointed out to her the parrot drains its glass and bawls "And get me another whisky you idiot". Quite upset, the girl comes back shaking with another whisky but still no coffee.

Where should I start? From the beginning where all the boring stuff that makes you want to go to sleep or should I start from the middle where all the fun action starts? The beginning? Well, you guys are boring but here I go.

I slowly opened my eyes to see pale faces staring down at me, while my body ached with pain. The air had an undertone of bleach a suffocating smell, my head was spinning from the overwhelming brightness, with no idea where I was. I slowly lifted my hand above my face, as I saw the vault of heaven, the eye of God. I was staring into a new world where my past had been left behind and a new life had begun. Though something was holding me back like I was chained to my past with no way of escaping. One of those pale faces pushed my hand back down and I suddenly returned to the world I wanted to escape from.

It’s very dark and I can only hear abeyance. I can’t see planet earth, since I’m on the moon I can’t see it rise or fall. Without my spacesuit I would have no oxygen to breath. If I took my helmet off I would slowly suffer by suffocating, also my eardrums would rupture or explode do to no air pressure in space. The spacesuit also provides warmth by my body heat, without it I would freeze to death in the dark vacuum of space. I can see Venus, I see the biggest star the sun, and I can see the Milky Way. I’m able to bounce because there is little to no gravity in space, since I’m far away from earth there is less gravitational force. No one could see me in space from earth. There isn’t a telescope powerful enough to zoom into a

Or rather what do allow to let a worhless creature like you to know about me.

Derek always treats me like a queen. Every week he gives me a new mixtape of songs that remind him of my eyes or smile. To be completely honest, he gives me so many mixtapes that I've started giving them to Charlie. He really enjoys it. Derek also supports my environmental beliefs.

I was looking through profiles, and came across yours. I like the content of your page, and the way you speak about God and the Bible. It seems sincere. I also like the way you candidly mention some of the weirder things that you’re into. We have a bit in common.

“Ah, yes! Now we can’t forget this one.” Marcus picked up the amulet, showing it off to his