Antonio Franz 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.

Daniel's eyes didn't move away, his face still holding it's confused look, until Sophia spoke.

I sat under the table and waited for my mom to arrive. When my mom got there, I came out and sat next to her. The principal pointed at my mom and said, “You, you Ms. Hammett are the problem. You refuse to discipline him at home and created a monster you send here to terrorize students, teachers, and staff. Then you complain to the county that we aren’t doing our job! How dare you, you should be ashamed of yourself.” She then told my mom if it were up to her she would remove me from the school permanently but it wasn’t up to her. I learned later that the law wouldn’t allow her to kick me out. The law protected kids like me, who had special educational needs and behavioral problems that stem from our disability, from being thrown out of school unless we became a danger to others or ourselves. We left the school that day with my mom reassuring me that she was working on getting things fixed and that they were not going to kick me out. As many problems as there were, I still wanted to be there because on good days, I got to learn. I wasn’t as stupid as they all thought I

Franz Marc was a German artist and printmaker, and also one of the key statistics of the German Expressionist movement. Franz Marc was born in February 8, 1880 in Munich and past away in March 4, 1916, eventually Marc was only 36 years old. Wilhelm, the father, was an expert landscape painter; his mother, Sophie, was a strict Calvinist. Marc began to study at the Academy of Fine Arts, Munich in 1900. In 1903 and 1907, he spent time in France, intensely in Paris, visiting the city’s museums and copying many paintings, a conventional way for artists to study and improve technique.

I moved to south east corner of Georgia in little ole Waycross. You probably don't know where that is but imagine dirt roads, mud, bad weather, and alligators and that's where i moved to. I was enrolled in Williams Heights Elementary School and placed in Mrs. Rodgers class but my trouble making days weren't over. I always was messing with my teacher by erasing what she had written on the board or just being defiant. I was so bad that one day i decided to start a food fight in lunch by launching milk cartons like mortars. This sparked the immediate retaliation of the opposing table and since i threw the first milk carton i was the one who got in trouble. When I went to the Principal's office the principal said

Part 1: The hero's name is Antonio Brown. He is a football maniac. He can catch passes with one hand, and he doesn't even need to look. He is a bit of a sore loser, though. He can dish it, but he can't take it. He wears a black shirt, with a pair of yellow pants. Him and the villain did not meet until early 2011. But, boy, they sure do really hate each other.

The furious winter swindles our space by wearing its spurious faces and sending the echoes of a promising message over the sea. Today they will get the satisfaction they need and tomorrow your doubts shall outstrip the benefits of a prime litany. As for them who distance themselves from failing company expansive time exists although the alimentary rudiments will trigger their senses with false alarm.

Jesus christ! Haha. This is basically the best post I've ever read on here. Sorry for the late reply.

Carmen Fuchsiello, a regular high school girl. One who gets all the boys, and is popular to everyone in school. Every morning, people would stare at her in awe, as she walked down the halls with her entourage right behind her on either side. There, by her locker, was her crush, Camden, waiting for her with every color rose in his hand, and my favorite band, 5 Seconds of Summer, serenading me behind him. He also held a sign saying Camden and Carmen Forever with a heart at the end. The two names went together perfectly, almost like they were meant to--

The guilt only seeped through the cracks when he least expected it, and no place was safe. Not the stillness of the forest, not in Leona's voice or Logan's. Wherever he was, it was too, waiting for a split second of vulnerability to bury its fangs within, Benson was a tiny white mouse in a glass tank with a Burmese python who hadn't eaten in months. There was no escape, no matter how many times he cracked his skull against the glass, it wouldn't break. He was too weak.

Since the birth of my son Wolfgang, I finally thought everything i have been through; the doubt, the pain, my worth, was behind me. I was proud. I loved wolfgang the moment he moved in me. Feelings in me i thought i never had, To love someone so much without meeting them or knowing them for a few years. I came to pike county children and youth because i wanted the best for my son. i had no control of the place i was living which was my godmother's house. My best friend and coach encouraged me, how to get me to open up something i never do... And trust another human being.

It all started when one day, when Jonathan decided to pull my skirt up while I was throwing away some trash in the wastebasket. As he did so I pushed him off me, and at the same time the teacher saw the commotion that was going on. The teacher didn’t allow me to explain why I had reacted that way. Instead of letting Jonathan or any other peers give the explanation on the incident, she got up from her chair furious. She grabbed me by the shirt and slapped me on my back leaving a mark.

I’d be delighted to instruct you in anything you need,’ he said, vigorously shaking Antonio’s hand.

I slowly crawled out of the room I was in and took a seat at the dining table along with my sister. I was too frightened to confess, not knowing what would happen if I came clean. They promised I wouldn’t be in trouble, but I didn’t feel as if I could trust their words. About ten minutes later, I cracked and admitted to having eaten her food. Michelle took over the reins from my mother and began issuing out my punishment. I was to be spanked, grounded for two weeks, have my computer and iPod rights revoked for a month, and it was demanded that I write seven hundred lines of, “I must not tell lies to adults.” I endured, but after that entire ordeal was over, Michelle was constantly looking over my shoulder. I found myself in trouble for even more bizarre claims after that. If I didn’t blink enough times while looking at her, I would be grounded. If I appeared frightened while looking at her, I would be grounded. If I told my mom my honest opinion on Michelle, I would, again, be grounded. I ended up being grounded for roughly a year for minor issues that didn’t truly matter. I never earned a grade less than an A in the three years I lived with them. I was in fact an honor roll student. I didn’t roll my eyes or throw attitude in contrast to my other sister and I only spoke when directly asked a question. I wasn’t a disobedient

“You’re better than that! I am always gonna love you, no matter what. No matter what happens. You’re the best thing in my life. But until you start believing in yourself, you ain't gonna have a life” ( Sylvester Stallone,Rocky Balboa). He was an old man that lived in Havana, Cuba in 1940’s near the Gulf of Mexico. He lived in a small shack. Santiago was the best fisherman but then there came a time where he did not catch one fish. This ended up ruining his reputation.But he did l not allow that to happen he went out deep into the sea. Marlin was Santiago’s best friend. He is like a son to him. Marlin Pampered the old man. Marlins parents end up taking Marlin away from Santiago. Santiago felt so empty in his life the only person that gave