Augustus Monologue

Coppo di Stefano Buonaiuti, he provides first hand documentation of the effect of the Black Plague in Florence, Italy. The muse for his inspiration to record his testimony on the matter, just three decades later, was a matter to sway the Italian embassies when his political career ran into a predicament the time. The Black Plague challenged the very core of morals and the faith in God. In his testimony, he describes thousands of people having cases of cold feet on their own family members and abandoning them as shown in the quotes from his document, “Sons abandoning fathers, husbands wives, wives husbands, one brother the other, one sister the other.”.

Marcus creeps up, slowly dribbling the ball looking at me like I’m his prey. He shoots.

I am writing to you on the behalf of the terrible accident that happened the other day with me and your darling son Theodore. I just wanted to clear this up for you, so you don’t have to report it to the state generals office. Here is what actually happened...

“You know… its kids’ stuff, but I always thought my obituary would be in all the newspapers, that I’d have a story worth telling. I always had this secret suspicion that I was special” (Green, 240). When Augustus and Hazel meet at his house after support group he shows her his medals and tells her the story of how he used to be a basketball player till the day he got diagnosed with osteosarcoma cancer, a type of bone cancer that spreads from one limb in the skeleton to another, which is why he has an artificial leg. Augustus also tells her about his family and sisters then asks her

I lay on my back and I see the gleam of the sword. My master, Augustus, is about to kill me, for a crime I didn't commit. I have been a slave for over 26 years. I will not die this way.. I am Tatiana Paetili and this is how I escaped my death to be a free woman.

Hi my name Lorenzo and I just found out my dad is Hermes and I thought it was pretty cool till a 3 months ago I was attacked by my dog that really wasn’t my dog but a monster a Hydra at that. I know that I was a demigod when my mom took me to a new shoe store and it was called The winged shoes of tomorrow.

Long ago in a far away place named Bush Village, there once was a courageous little boy named Elliot. Elliot was a trouble maker. His parents were the King of Wisdom and the Queen of Literature. He was an only child, and he hated this so much that every night after his mother would put him to bed, he would sneak out to play with others. Although before he left the castle, he would pray that he would get a brother one day to go on adventures with him and ride tricycles in the world and play with the frogs at the swamp like other children that had siblings. Eliot believed if he didn’t pray for a brother every night, he would get struck by lightning.

We’re 12 hours away from the most important day of my life, and I can’t even eat! Tomorrow is Choosing Day. The day when I decide what job I will have to fulfill for the rest of my life. I live in the ward of the castle with George, Jenny, Alyss, and the worst of them all, Horace. He always ridicules me for how small I am compared to him. Everybody knows for sure what they are going to be, but Horace has mentioned facts that may stop me from entering Battleschool. Oh, how much I want to be in Battleschool, to train and become a knight! I just ran away from Horace with his nasty comments about me. Man, do I despise him! I have found rest in a section of a big tree in the castle yard, where I am disguised from the rest of the world. As night

“Class, quiet the chatter! If not, you’ll be moved to different tables.” Mr. Kenil threatened from across the classroom, adjusting his prescription glasses to give his famous evil eye to the class, especially Greenberg.

Arthur turns his head to face the patient in disgust of seeing blood dripping everywhere.

On the very last house of Durberry Lane lived two sisters. The first sister’s name was MacKenzie. She had tanned skin as if she lived in California instead of Kansas. Her blonde hair went along with her Californian vibe. The second sister’s name was Penelope. She had her sister’s blonde hair, but with chocolate brown eyes and a face painted with freckles.

So, we arrived at Hell. It’s so beautiful! It has lovely green trees that dangle over you as you walk. As you walk past you could feel the soft leaves brush against your shoulders. As I sniffed the fresh air, it smelt of Eucalyptus trees and Jasmine flowers. All you could hear was the sweet sound of silence. I’ve never loved silence so much. It was pretty nice for Hell. Except for the mystical creatures that lurked around there…Speaking of mystical creatures, there was a snake in Homer’s sleeping bag! I was so terrified! So I quickly scuttled into the nearby lake to make sure that the horrid creature could not reach me, but it turns out, snakes can swim! How can they swim? They don’t have legs! How are they supposed to swim? I didn’t understand…

Augustus on the other hand feared of oblivion, wanted to be remembered, and didn’t accept the fact that death will be the endpoint. This made him live his day to the very fullest every single day. He treated his parents the same way he did after and before he was diagnosed with cancer. This was the difference between how Hazel Grace and Augustus had dealt with their sickness. But, both of them loved each other without any doubt and both did care for each other.

I wish I was a beautiful little fool, oblivious to the motives of both my lover and my husband. As I drive away with the imposter, away from the place where I would have reinserted my power and dominance and received the satisfaction of material wealth, I was blindsided and made to look like the fool I dreamed to be. Your wealth misleads the con hidden underneath your magnificent suits and the extravagant parties thrown under your leadership. Looking at you next to me, heartbroken as if I were the one that betrayed you seems absurd to me in the least. My biggest regret was not leaving Tom but, crying into your crime ridden shirts, wasting tears that could be shed for a more powerful man. Are you really the great Gatsby that others perceive

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