Black Out Monologue

The small bird flies in the blue sky. The little bird didn’t like the plain white on its feathers so it absorbed the blue of the sky. The blue disappears and the sky cries for its once stolen color becoming gray. Gray like it becomes today.

The horn has already sounded and I’m still running. I can feel my blood pulsing in my ears. The sounds of useless advice feels the air. I continue to run. I come across a cave and ran into it. I gasp in shock and as I walk into a lab filled with mindless people editing videos. A film crew rushes at me and says, “If you were able to be in Divergent, which character would you be?” I shake my head in confusion. I attempt to back up slowly, but they grab me and place me in front of a computer and yell, “Edit!” The slam the headphones on my head and everything becomes a blur.

It changes everytime you ask. Some say it was a virus, others say it was god punishing us for our sins. At least that’s what the people on the news say. All I know is that the dead are walking among us. I’ve seen people I used to know attack and eat innocent people. Everyday I see my dad walking among them, wishing there something i could have done. I couldn’t bring myself to kill one of the only people i’ve loved. He attacked me but i managed to fight him off and i’ve been held up in my house ever since. It’s a small house, nothing fancy, in a small town near Chicago called Glenview. Everyday I think about my half brother that lived in New York with his mom. After my dad and his mom split I didn’t think life could get any worse, I was

This is going to be a long day for me if my boss finds out i’m late.

Glowing You knocked me sideways When you said that you were leaving. You knocked me over When you cried and told the truth. And you left me speechless The secrets you've been keeping You're running now, but someone's chasing you And you bought a ticket But you don't know where you're going And you won't tell me For fear I'll follow

When you play a sport your whole life it grows on you and makes you somewhat attached to the idea of that sport. It simply becomes part of your life that you don’t question or think about leaving. Until it finally does, you realize how the sport controlled what you do and how you spend your time everyday. With basketball, being about a four month season in the middle of winter it gets to be a pretty long part of the year.

If you haven’t used a tampon before, and you don’t have a Phd at the end of your name, it’s hard to hear you. TMI I know, but while you change multiple times, you use them for 24 hours, and up to 4 to 7 days. It is very disturbing to think that our cotton fields are being contaminated to the point that it’s transferring into everything. And now, we’re using something that over the years could endanger our health, or God forbid our future children. And it’s not just tampons, but pads, wipes, washes and so much more. We are our own worst enemy, and we will destroy

Lent recently began and like many, I have been thinking of what I can give up. Even if you don't celebrate Lent, I think it's good for us all to take stock of what we can leave behind.

As a young boy I watched as my organ flowers disappear and I asked myself “will I see them again?” The space was trembling under its weight and I didn’t think anyone would understand how I was feeling. Organ flowers all decayed, and I will see them again.

It was a warm summer night after a great night at my church youth group. The cool breeze of the car air conditioning wiggled through my hair (personification) sending a small shiver down my spine. The car radio blasting as my friends and I were jamming out to our favorite music, and the sound of laughter as we all laughed about how crazy we were. We were louder than a train. (hyperbole) That night we all had decided to go to Perkins after youth group so my friends and I were sitting in our car waiting for everyone else to get there. (participial phrase) Since we were early, we waited there for a while as more and more of the group started to arrive. My best friend told me she needed to talk to me about something so we stayed in the car for

No need to put any more smoke in this atmosphere, he told him roughly, and then she held her hands around the pipe and puffed some more.

I fell asleep I had a dream I heard a sheep I started to scream I ran away from the field I saw shooting stars It began to reveal My bizarre fear of guitars and milk bars When I woke I told my friend About my horrifying journey that I’ve been on So I guess now It’s the new trend Now

Can you find me, stumbling in the dark for a torch? Can you hear me, when you cry “Who’s there?” In he corners of sanity can you feel the tickle of my fingers along your spine? Can you taste the bile rising in your throat as you realize you can?

Glass shards were bombarding an oval cocoon of forcefield from a sideway, like a flurry of silver daggers. Rattling thuds accompanied an appearance of annular, cyan ripples on a disturbed surface of imperishable shield. In a vivid spectacle of violent manifestation and imminent annihilation, crystals dispersed into a fog of shimmering dust, concealing a shallow grave.

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.