Archer Monologue

Adams: So I sat there in my car and started to think. Maybe if I do pick up the strange hitchhiker, he will tell me whats going on. But it seemed like he did try to kill me with his weird powers on the train track. I have no choice everyone thinks I’m dead but I feel like I'm alive, I even talked to the mechanic at the gas station and everything was normal. But I feel like I might be the only person who can see the hitchhiker.

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 took my suit jacket off and hastily shoved it into my backpack. I smiled as the air hit my body and started to dry the sweat that had gathered from wearing the suit jacket for three hours. Looking outside I saw what I expected. The grey lifeless clouds of the English winter hung over us and the almost freezing temperatures,

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.

If people don’t like it there’s nothing you can do about it. We’ve received hate mail, fan mail and I never know what to do with it. It’s part of the business.” She looked back at the painting. “A taste for death. That’s what Sydney called it. She’s the girl who works here at Allenwood. She could read his energy. Sydney is a bit of a medium. She’s spiritual. I don’t believe in everything she says but so far it’s been

control freak. The length of the movie (over three hours) was criticized at the time of

As Andy lay on the sidewalk bleeding, after being stabbed, he shows the reader how much he cares and loves Laura. I believe a big part of Andy's moral stature is to be compassionate. Not only towards Laura but also towards the future, the future he was planning to have with her. Although the whole time all of is thoughts are on Laura, some are more worrying than others.

“The power? Again?” This March had been somewhat of a hard one, as if winter hated everyone so much that it wanted to give one last blow before it went away. Stupid winter.

During my freshman year the thought of being in high school scared me. All I could think about was how terrified I was of all the upperclassmen. I needed to find something to do beside doing homework and sleeping. That's all I did until I heard about the archery team. My freshman year was the first year of the archery club. Ever since my first practice, for archery, I can't help but love it. Its taught me patience, though I have little, and the art of relaxation. To be continuously good in archery you have to practice everyday and focus on what you're doing. You can not allow your mind to wander or you'll have bad results on the target.

In the beginning, he felt nothing, only his psyche floated about; as it prevailed, he felt faint. Eventually, his senses began waking, but then something blazed through him. The sound of several sonorous sirens permeated the air like a banshee; it’d engulfed several of his other senses, shoving them aside, devouring them, making them seem as though they were never there. However, there was one feeling that he could perceive just as clearly as the noise of the ambulance and police, the cold. A frigid feeling bit into his soul; even though he couldn’t tell what time it was, he was sure that it was in the beginning of summer. Regardless, the immense cold that bore into his very being was needless to say, very

Being in a play was the last thing on my mind. The first thing that came to mind for me

You let your hair fall loose once your shift was over. It was 4:00pm and dinner was beginning at the restaurant. You pulled your long, fluffed coat on and waved your fellow waitresses off. The coldness outside made your nose turn red almost instantly. There was no snow, just bitter coldness. You shoved your hands in your pockets as you

In the winter of 2005, Arlo stood with his hands pressed deep into the pockets of his overly large trench coat. Snow was falling on the sidewalk, and a young blonde girl stood with her body firmly pressed against him, struggling for warmth through the flimsy, hipster jacket she said would suffice. The traffic lights blinked a menacing red, and

I’ve always been partial to the cold; it’s not that I’ve object to living in warmth, but I have, since a foolishly young child, thought that life’s worth more when the cold fronts begin settling in. Winter was always when I felt I could truly come alive. Much like the darkness of night, winter heralded in the idea that if less of the world might be available, everything else around you can become that much more beautiful. These ideals were true for so long…but then the temperature eventually hit a critical zero, and I, for quite some time, finally felt the weight under many seasons of frost. This story is seeing that frost, and trying to thaw afterwards.

“Don’t worry Mommy,” Rose smiled and tightened her grip on me, “I have all the friends you and Daddy gave me. And Teddy is the best protector in the world!” Her mother returned the smile and kissed our