Angel Of Death Monologue

“I hate it when you go to the beach or park and the day is suddenly destroyed by the arrival of The Picnic People from Hell...And when it’s time to leave, these people simply... leave. They pick up nothing” (Barry 325). Comedians love to choses messes a a topic in this case littering. The short story written by Dave Barry is a high level comedic that uses funny comparisons and hyperbole to expose the truth about littering and how it bothers him and his optometrist.

Wiping the sweat from my brow I called a halt to the crew. Phil and I dumped our packs and found a comfy boulder to rest on. I looked back to where the last guys were coming from back down the trail. They had stopped talking a while back and marched slowly along the dirt trail. Phil produced an energy-bar he’d saved from breakfast and began to munch on it as I drained another water bottle. After the refreshing drink I laid back against the rock and stared up at the pine trees. But a moment later, hearing grumble about sore legs, I sat up, grinning, “By the map we only have another couple hours.”

Castiel was in the backseat of the Impala, sitting in the middle as he usually did. He wasn't very comfortable being in a car, it was slow and horribly confining at times, but Dean had constantly made sure to drive the message home that he didn't enjoy 'angel express', so he resigned himself to the long road trip, feeling grateful that they were nearly at their destination. There was a bit of curiosity in him about how the small shifter beside him seemed to take great joy in bothering the younger male Winchester, he couldn't see any true dislike from either of them honestly, but he could tell that Dean was getting highly annoyed by the antics. So he leaned back and attempted to tune it all out, it was extremely distressing when one of them

story, at camp it snowed during the night, they expected the snow would stop soon, and they will attempt to make it the

Steve and I dove off the side and slid to a painful stop on the edge of the flat as the litter, now free of our extra weight, sailed majestically into space. The entire untidy mess tumbled end over end and spread pots, frying pans, rifles, fish poles, axes and a hundred other pieces of gear all over the side of the slope when it returned to earth. It was apparently the funniest thing I had ever seen because I couldn't stop my nervous laughter as I lay there scraped and bleeding. Steve's sense of humor mirrored mine and we sat there laughing like the two fools we

I turned and watched the mountain disappear into the dust cloud stirred up by the car and had the odd feeling we'd left something important on the mountain. I wasn't sure what it was and it would be decades before I'd figure it out. We'd left two of my favorite people in all the world up there. Dad had dropped off a pair of child grubs who returned, a week later, a pair of moths that had escaped the confinement of their chrysalises. Steve and I, now unrecognizable as the worms we had been, came off the mountain like adult moths to fly away and forever leave our child-selves behind.

I don’t like to reminisce on the event, yet when iris plastered all over the papers, 25 years after the incident, I can’t help but remember the affair. Even though I have tried to move on, it will always be a part of my past. A dark, grim, part of it that haunts me up to this day.

Before I knew it, it was Thursday: the day that I would have to climb up the monster in the woods. Time quickly shifted gears. My day dragged on, and I grew increasingly apprehensive with each passing hour. Sometime around mid-afternoon, my counselor exclaimed to our cabin that it was time to make the trek out to the ropes course. I tried to take my time lacing up my sneakers to avoid seeing the ugly creation that waited for me out in the woods.

I felt the drops begin to fall, and yelled, “Hurry! Help Me get the fly on!” We hoisted on the fly, then realizing the tent was going to blow away, put in some extra stakes. The next morning we woke up, dazed by the nights’ events, but excited and ready for adventure. We began our journey into the Tetons, heading to Jenny Lake, where frigid waters dared us to jump in. We began our journey up the mountain shortly after a quick breakfast, during which a man from the next campsite over gave us some extra pancake mix, which at the moment we had no time to use, and threw in the back of the car. Little did we know the lights in the car had stayed on while we went up the mountain. I headed the trip for a while, then fell to the back, drained by trying to stay in the lead and by lack of oxygen. We had to take breaks every few minutes because of the dispersed and unsatisfying amount of air we were able to breath in. All of the sudden, like flashes of lightning, Kurtis and Allison took the

Breakfast didn't have to many mosquitoes in them, and rounding up the oxen, chicken, and cows were quite easier than normal. Today is going to be a good day I thought to myself. We were all traveling behind the leader, when he stopped at this bubbling pool of water. He screamed, We're here! I had no clue what here was but I just followed what everyone else was doing. They said we could wash our clothes here and clean up everything, so I did. It was very warm water, and I thought it was boiling but it was just from ancient volcanic activity. All of our clothes were washed and I was right about the good day I was going to have. For some reason I wasn't sore or tired when I woke up, so that led me to believe that I was going to have a good day. We left Soda Spring around lunch time and our next stop was Fort Hall. I heard Fort Hall you can trade things for hats and other types of clothing. When we get there I'm going to buy a hat to keep the sun out of my eyes. I heard you can also buy other things like repair kits and that stuff. We reached Fort Hall at about 6 o'clock at night. We decided to rest for the rest of the day, because there's no point to go out for 2 hours to move on the journey. In the morning we left at 6 because we forgot to wake up, and we left Fort Hall. About a week and a half later we came upon the Three Island Crossing. Now we had to cross the snake river. Our choices were to ride a ferry along the shallow looking river, or float along the river with the wagon and making our animals swim. I talked to Mr. Swanson about this because I didn't want to try and guide my oxen and cow along the river, that just seems outrageous. I finally convinced him to make us take the ferry, because it would be a lot easier and the cost is only $20. We made it across easy with nothing bad happening, and now we are on the other side. I'm afraid one of these days I will accidentally drop

It must have been a couple hours later, I got up and woke Simon. “We have to set up a camp” I remember Simon saying. There were two hatchets, each for one of us and we each took a handbook, with what other supplies we found on the plane. We continued out of the damaged plane onto the mushy, and squishy

“Hey! We’re running now. Start moving.” I opened my weary eyes. In front of me was the dark face of the same woman who I talked to at dusk. Heeding her words, I rose and started moving to the exit of the barn, quietly evading the slumbering guard outside. I realized that she stayed behind for me and the rest were gone already. After we went over the fence, we started to run as fast as a tiger until we were out of breath and our limbs were sore. The weather was clear as day and the sun was right above me. Then, I heard the familiar sound of

He hadn't thought it would hurt. Of course, everyone had said it would, but everyone is not the Winchesters.

Through my volunteering at the Henry Hudson Trail, I now understand better the problem of littering. Before this experience,

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.