Allenwood Monologue

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

I was a productive woman, and I wanted people to see it in me. I wanted them to see it in the way I walked. I wanted them to see it in the way I talked. I wanted them to see it in the way I worked late every night to make my patients, and the world, a healthier, better place. Most importantly, though, my productivity was expressed in the way that I raised my boy. I wanted Eugene to be as perfect as I was, and I worked my hardest to keep all distractions from him. Still, he always managed to slide his face into the pages of his books every chance he got. I didn’t see the point in it. He had the top marks out of everyone in his class, so what was the point in reading books that didn’t improve his grades? I didn’t

I pushed the arm in front of me even deeper into the guy’s throat. It was much harder than it had been the first time and I felt his Adam's apple push into my skin.

This is Beechwood 2-0828. It’s all been very sudden. He was killed just six days ago in an automobile accident on the Brooklyn Bridge. The call operator interrupt saying my three minutes was up. And so, I am sitting here in this deserted camp in Gallup, New Mexico. I am trying to get a hold of myself so I won’t go mad. I have to go home to mother and tell her i’m not dead. So I got in the car and started driving as fast I could to her house. Then suddenly I saw the old man in the middle of the road but i kept driving until I was to my mothers house. I stopped only four times to eat and sleep that's all I had to see her and tell her i'm not dead. During my trip back home I would see the man with fresh raindrops on this raincoat every twenty miles. I was

Wolfsheim, a man over embellished by rings and lavish attire. He leans forward to address a young wide eyed Gatsby. Gatsby leans in and follows Woldsheim’s story of his tough childhood in Manhattan. Wolfsheim blight was being the son of an abusive business man and that he knew nothing better than a life of physical and emotional abuse.

When the Evil Queen, in full Enchanted-Forest-esque get up, whirls into her empty Sheriff's office, Emma tries not to blink. She hadn't felt easy about Regina destroying... Regina... And it didn't look like the heart-crushing stuck this time – if the Queen staring at her was any indication.

“Dear Evan Hansen, today is going to be a good day and here’s wh-” “We’ve been stuck on this island for how long?! And you’re still singing those stupid songs?” There she goes again, always yelling at me for singing my songs. That’s Kaylin. I know she means well, in her defense we have been stuck here for 288 days and not being able to listen to new music can really make a girl upset. Anyways, i stick my tongue out at her and we laugh. “Why are you guys just sitting there? We’ve got drinks to carry!” There goes emily again, She’s always the one telling us what to do. In a loving way of course, i mean we probably wouldn’t have survived this long without her keeping us calm, cool, and collected. Me and Kaylin go to help Emily carry the coconuts

By the way, my mom found an old gold watch that belonged to her one true love, Eddie; whom died in a car accident before she met my father-- and my dad asked if she wanted to give it to "one of the boys" (meaning Art, Rick, Lance or Liam) and she replied "No, Corinne, why don't you give it to Weston? He needs a nice watch to go with his work uniform." How sweet is that?? I literally teared up because, three years ago on Christmas eve my mom got waaaay to drunk and told this really heart wrenching story about Eddie dying and that being why she is so resentful towards my father; because he could never live up to the love she shared with Eddie. She ended up apologizing to my pops for blaming him for so long over something he had nothing to do

The couple sits on their couch in the living room of their large two story home, they moved into early in the summer, newly built, beautifully decorated. Both staring at their flat screen T.V watching pictures of their son flash across the screen with tears in their eyes.

This passage illustrates the lack of connection between Cha-Cha and his brothers, Russell and Lonnie. He is desperately trying to get someone to understand the struggles in his life but he cannot seem to connect with any of his siblings. Flournoy wrote this section of the book so that it contains strictly dialogue between the characters. We, the readers, are not able to gain a clear insight as to how each character is reacting to the telephone conversation. When speaking over the phone, it is very difficult to judge the reaction of the person on the end of the line.

The gravel crunches under my feet as I wander down the length of our driveway towards the empty county road. I fiddle with my headphones and my blue, rubbery armband holding my iPod; my podcast isn’t coming through clearly. I fix my right earphone in time to hear Cecil drawl out “Welcome to Night Vale,” and I smile honestly for the first time all day.

Today Miss Kinnian came to see me. I didn't knew why but she wanted to talk with me. I felt that it was very seriously. I’d never felt that before. When she came, she pulled me into my room and wanted to talk about the episode yesterday at the party. I started to say what happened and then she said let's go to the laboratory and have some races with Algernon. I was happy because now I liked to race with him unlike I hated it before. I think it's because I'm so smart now that I can beat him. When we arrived at the laboratory something was wrong because Dr. Strauss and Dr. Nemur were sad. I asked them why they were sad. They said it was because Algernon passed away. I got shocked. I also got a lot of thoughts in my head about how he died. Was

May 23 Like any other day I went to see Algernon. I visit him occasionally and today I saw him running his wheel really fast. He was doing this to get the cheese hanging in the top. Usually it takes him about 5 minutes to get the cheese but today it took him like 3 minutes. I can infer the mouse is getting smarter.

Art is meant to make someone feel something. Artists can convey emotions through their art. However, what happens when the emotion that is conveyed in anger, sadness, or grief. This creates controversy in art. I believe that the painting Myra, by Marcus Harvey creates a feeling of anger and sadness within its viewers that creates controversy. This controversy comes from the events behind this painting but also the way the artist, Marcus Harvey, painted it.