Andy Monologue

Face pale with terror, Adam's shaky hand moved to switch on the bedside lamp. Images of Fire and Brimstone, and writhing figures, - men, women and children all - screaming in pain as flames consumed their bodies, flowed through his mind. Eyeballs exploded, and liquefied flesh oozed into fiery lava pits, leaving nothing but a collapsed pile of charred bones on the ground before moments later the victim's human form was resurrected in its entirety, and subjected to the same agonising fate again. Over and over, ad infinitum.

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

It’s them sycamores I remember. An’ the river, runnin’ deep and green, tinkling jus’ like the way Aunt Clara’s house keys used to when she was out on the porch about to unlock the front door. I’d hide my mouse in my pocket whene’er I heard them jinglin’ keys, because Aunt Clara ne’er liked ’em rodents hangin’ around her house. I was a smart boy, I really was.

I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything.

What would you do if you were stranded on an island and were running away from people you didnt like? Howie and laura encountered a dangerous and malevolent world outside of camp. This is because they took quite a bit of risks when they left. Another reason is that Howie and Laura were in touble for being in a motel when they werent supposed to and someone was suspicious of them. My last reason is because since someone was threatening Laura Howie defended her.

Hello everyone! I'm Andrew String and I am running for the position of Treasurer for SURE Club. The position of treasurer is for those individuals that are very organized individual and can keep track of the income and output of money! I am definitely the right person for the job! Last year, at the Halloween Breakfast I was one of three individuals that helped sell tickets to the incoming families and students. In total, after double checking my math and counting the money twice, we did all did an awesome job and fundraised around double of what was fundraised in previous years! In addition to keeping meticulous records, I am taking Humanitarian Studies. Having constant contact with not only Mrs. Satterfield,

"Bye mom!" I yell as I walk out the door on my way to school. My mom reminds

Archie’s house to play board games. They both agreed that they had never had that much fun before, and they even made plans to hang out the next day.

“...I just sobbed.” The end of the football game brought Jason Money to his knees. Near the end of the game, Spanish Fork seemed to have won the game. All that needed to happen was for the final play to end. But after he got the ball, Jason Money stood still when the clock hit zero seconds and had the football taken from him to score a touchdown. He had forgotten that the game ends not with the clock, but with the play. The game ended with Spanish Fork losing. But the story soon became far larger than what it was.

Inspector Male, I just wanted to reach out and let you know the amazing efforts of Andrew Crowe and Greg MacArthur on Monday December 28th. Sorry for the long winded e-mail but I think it’s necessary.

As I close my eyes even for the briefest of seconds, I still feel my heart race and adrenaline pulse throughout my body, as my fingers tighten around the throttle of my All-Terrain Vehicle. My eyes focusing on each object in my path as if I were a bird of prey soaring in on its next meal; where puddles of rain, loose rocks, fallen tree limbs, aged stumps now hidden by magnificent ferns of the Pacific Northwest, could maim my escape of reality and the burdens daily life. I am one with my machine racing through the wood line of some primal forest, skirting narrow trails with sheer vertical drops that would frighten most pedestrians; it is here on my machine, wearing protective garments, my helmet in hand pretending as if I were a gladiator entering an ancient

My name is Jimmy Nguyen and I have previously volunteered at Toronto Pearson's Runway Run during kit pickup. As I am entering university this fall and am in the process of applying for scholarships, I was wondering if it would be possible for you to provide a reference letter for me? I understand if you cannot provide one, please just let me know. I appreciate you taking your time to read this email in any case, thank you.

Today’s the day Fred. You can do this. You know the plan and you can do this. Remember the plan Fred. Firstly, I act nice and casual; ask good ol’ Ken how he’s been maybe? Would that be too obvious? Oh god, I’m over thinking this already. Okay stop, deep breath. Firstly, I’ll make general small talk and ask how he’s been going and maybe I’ll even ask about his dingy so I know how to work the damn thing when I kill him! Kill him? Do I really want this? I mean is this the right time and the right place? What if someone’s out there and sees’ me? Or, or what if it doesn’t go to plan and he survives? I could be put behind bars before I could even make it back to the shore! Oh no here I go again, I’m a nut for even thinking I could do this. But I have to do it. It’s always Ken this and Ken that, don’t I matter too? No, apparently not, there’s never anyone around to see me ever because no one cares about a broke. Now soon to be rich man when I get my hands on his dingy! Why am I so indecisive about this, I can’t kill a man? Especially a good guy like Ken? Oh for Christ’s sake Fred stop thinking about feelings, there are no feelings in this situation.

This message was written over the course of days, but the anguish I am feeling has blurred them all together.

It all begun when I strolled down a main street into an obsolete gas station and felt that it was somehow eerie, eerie to the queerness of having a shadow dart in front of me and disappear as fast as it emerged. I was roughly two blocks away back home when I suddenly got hit by a stiff object on the back of my head. I fell to the ground, unable to breathe evenly anymore. I gasped for air, but that didn’t seem enough. Whoever was after me was undistinguishable, I tried to gaze around but there wasn’t anything to be seen, just the sound of footsteps impending to where I stay still. I considered dashing to the nearest doorbell to seek succor, but the voice in my head overcame the sound of my fiercely throbbing heart that echoed within my ears,