Bent Leak Monologue

How are you? It’s time for breakfast, love” she says. Patiently. Pure wickedness. Uncontrollable shudders rack my frail body, every tendon convulsing with rage. “Get out” I spit through clenched teeth. She leers at me through perfect mascara. “Iris. Please. You need to do this. Please, do try to cooperate with me” she whispers, reaching for the feeding bag connected to the tubes trailing from my nostrils. I thrash vigorously, a croaky whine escaping my mouth. “Stop! Stop! No, get out!” I cry. Wrath abrades every inch of my being, a searing heat hisses through my body like deadly poison. I frantically fumble with the tubes, panic jolting through my veins. I try to tear the roots, every clear cylindrical root digging into my flesh. Bitter tears roll down my cheeks, blurring my vision, dribbling their salty acid onto my lips. “Iris! Calm down! Help! I need assistance in here!” she shouts desperately. She attempts to grasp my shoulders to steady me. I grab a fistful of auburn hair and yank it strenuously. I release as she howls in pain, and with the scant energy I have, send her hurtling across the room. The gardener topples into her wheelbarrow, crashing to the ground, her bag of seeds and her

Alice has gone though a lot, but things start to go well for her. She’s with Joel, her family loves her, and she’s friends with kids that don’t smoke or drink. She stops writing in a diary, but dies a few weeks later because of an overdose. Either she was drugged or she started doing drugs again.

At the start of her journey, Alice’s blunt and direct form of speech drives the animals away in either offence or wariness. In a state of excitement, Alice inflicts this upon herself while exclaiming, ‘“Dinah’s our cat. Why, she’ll eat a little bird as soon as [she] looks at it!’” (Carol 38). Because of Alice’s little knowledge in social norms, she immediately frightens the party of birds as she talks about her cat. While she is perplexed at the animal’s offence in her words, she is contingent on their guidance in navigating the foreign wonderland. After several failed interactions, Alice develops the inclination of social awareness in her speech as she begins to stop herself when talking with the mock turtle quipping, “‘and perhaps you were never introduced to a lobster-’ (Alice began to say, “I once tasted-” but checked herself hastily)” (Carol 94). Alice’s growth in social awareness stopped her from saying anything offensive, giving her the benefit of stable, though not always helpful, dependency on the animal’s

The rest of that day I have chosen to forget. My dad and I had no choice but to leave Bentley after knocking Alice out and dragging her to a mental hospital across the state. I never want to see that witches face again. Not after what she did to me. I successfully graduated high school and am now living on my own. I hear a knock on the door and open it.

William watched Tabitha climb out of the hot tub. He took in a long, full look at her ass. She stood at the edge of the hot tub, wringing water from her ponytail. Droplets of water trickled down over Tabitha’s chest and stomach. William watched Tabitha’s body steam in the frigid air, the night’s icy fingers tickled her body, tightening her flesh and firming her nipples. She walked around the side of the hot tub and sat down next to William, dipping her feet into the water. William felt the flesh of her thigh rub against his shoulder.

Fuck, “ he said, wiping sea water from his eyes, gripping the side. He noticed the grins of the soldiers around him. “Bloody Nora, Corp! Said Stanway, “ Don't get water on Alice,” he said cradling his bren close to his body. He called his bren gun Alice. Though nobody was sure

The bell had just rang, school was out. “Olivia, Mrs. Larsson calls.” Olivia is in 6th grade. Her teacher Mrs. Larsson talks to her every day after school telling her the same thing over and over. “You been misbehaving at lunch today”! But this time it was different. “Olivia it's your turn to stay after school and clean the room”. Olivia hated cleaning the room after school, she always ended up staying too late. “ Now run along and tell your mother, I don’t want her to worry like she did last time!” “Ok Mrs. Larsson.” I reply, I run to call my mom but she didn't answer, and my dad was at work so I couldn't call him. “Yup my mom knows.” I say, but she really didn't. “Ok then, well I am going to go home so behave yourself!” Mrs. Larsson says

A short loud bang echoed through my ears and clumps of mud sprinkled on my pale skin like a cold shower. Edrenalin spreaded through my body faster than I could get up on my feet and look straight. The world was on mute, only a loud ringing whistle existed and it wasn't going away anytime soon. The high pitch sound was dampening and for some reason i was hoping to hear a familiar voice or sound that was of somewhat pleasing like my mother. But something more familiar started to come into reality, screaming. People were darting by me, like a sudden flash. I looked over to what they were doing, where they were going. And sure enough they were going over to the screams. A man who looked older than me was half submerged in mud and blood. He was

“Stop,” said Jen as she shook her head back and forth. “You’re my best friend, and I don’t want to mess that up.”

Justine said “Ryker, you need to listen and sit down with everyone else.” Ryker threw a salt and pepper shaker at Ms. Justine and ran around the classroom screaming. Ms. Alyssa started to read a book about insects. Ryker ran around the classroom and screamed at Ms. Justine running from her and climbing up on top of the heater. Ms. Alyssa spoke to the children and said “Friends, do you see how Ryker is behaving. What he is doing is not appropriate and we should not act like that.” Robert Thomas climbed up into my lap but, looked at Ryker. I leaned down and said “Our eyes should be on the teacher Robert Thomas.” Ryker screamed again. Manaf, Robert Thomas, Jett, and Lucas turned and looked at Ryker. Ms. Alyssa said “My friends how about I stop reading this book and read one you all know by heart called The Pigeon Needs A Bath!” Lucas, Lucy B., Lucy F. Manaf, Robert Thomas, and Jett said “Yes!” Ms. Alyssa opened the book to the first page and

She vicious placed the piece of paper in my hand then ran away. Curiously I opened the envelope and three crumpled pieces of paper fell out. I opened then and they read “Hello stranger, my name is Anabel I am 16 years old and female. I live with Mum, Dad and older brother(Jason). My older brother is 18 and finished school. I hate my life… and everybody that I care for hates me. My parents are happy together but they hate me. They beat me up, swear at me, deprive me of food and don’t love me.” I read the start of the letter with a smile but then it took a vicious turn. I continued to read with my chin hanging from my jaw. “Every night, morning and during the day I have to find my own food with the money that I make. On school days’ struggle to get there. At school I have no friends everybody teases me for having colourless and holey clothes. I am thinking of moving out of my house because at home all I receive is violent abuse. I lay in my bed every night thinking of what I screw up I am. At about 11:00 o’clock at night Jason comes home extremely drunk he is so tipsy that it looks like he is trying to walk on a sailor’s boat. He storms into my room banging on everything in his attempt to walk. Jason then grabs the first hard thing he sees and starts to hit me with it. I never know what to do because my parents wouldn’t care. In these situations, I grab a blanket run outside and sleep in the tree in our backyard.” My eyes

Anne is a rude protagonist that speech is reflected by the tone of the story. The tone is explained by using insults against a character in the story. She keeps the arrogance that she had when she lived a normal life as a teen. But now it is reflected on her pregnant self. The selfish remark about her shows a harsh mean tone that is undeserving. With a simple sentence like that the reader understand what the character and the author feel. The tone complements the the protagonist’s ideas by letting them “shine”. Next, Anne jokingly messes with the other characters that are pregnant. Anne state “:I think someone should gag that Nancy and push her off a roof”(37). Unsurprisingly, the other girls do not take it as a joke. They are all insecure about themselves already about being pregnant. They have discussed committing suicide by many means. They even state that they want to throw themselves off a roof at a group meeting. In torment, Anne says that instead of committing yourselves, try killing someone else and their baby. This tone is unbearably dark and it shows the fact that the author has some past

Four years ago, I ambled over to our shared table after the seventh grade health teacher dispassionately declared our names and gestured towards the third table in the center row of his classroom. Neither of us could have imagined that action would excite a companionship defining what I consider to be the most transformative era of my life, and a time which likely holds a similar potency for you. I did not know you, but I knew of you and had spent the semester admiring your sweaters adorned with witty phrases and images from afar, and I know you would say the same about my colorful mismatched socks. We were both rather shy, but you kept pushing for a bond despite my taciturn demeanor and asocial tendencies— for that I am eternally grateful.

Lastly, I observed a newly identified 9-year-old boy named Addie, who used to be a girl named Adeline. I was Adeline’s nanny, so it was to no surprise that I was invited to her birthday party. I took this opportunity to observe, however, when I arrived, I was thrown off by Adeline’s new appearance. Adeline, who was now went by Addie, cut her hair short, and was wearing boy’s baggy jeans with a monster truck shirt. Addie raced up to his room to show me what his parents got him for his birthday, and I followed him in shock. When I entered his room, I saw newly painted blue walls with sports posters, and toy cars scattered on his carpet. I was taken back by the masculinity of his bedroom. He showed me his new light up sword, but his parents told

It becomes clear that the female protagonist, Alice, appears to be provocative and impatient, despondent at the prospect that she has been kept waiting at the expense of the British legal system, although she is more than happy to share a joke with the nearest detective in order to incite some form of reaction from her lover, Frank, a fellow detective. Stating that she expects “the entire machinery of Scotland Yard to be held up to please” her only aggravates an already awkward situation, emphasising her unwillingness to conform to the rules and regulations, expecting the law to accommodate her every necessitity.