Boston Baby Monologue

Today is the day. Today is finally the day that I am to be released from the psychiatric hospital since that day when I passed out. I know last time you heard from me, I was broken and unhappy and had hate for the world, but i'm in the best state i could ever be, I really am I tell you. Oh how excited I am to see old Phoebe. I haven’t seen her since i’ve been admitted into this wing of the hospital. Oh I wonder how much she has grown< She was so intelligent and pure, nothing could ever compromise her. So I hope nothing hasn’t. I was retrieving most of my belongings before I left, when I happened to run into old Ms. Patty. This was my nurse and oh, how lovely she is. “Oh hello Holden, leaving so soon ?” she said so to me with great compassion. Naturally I said, “Why yes sadly, I must go on with myself and enjoy the world, perhaps find myself a woman”, I said this suave as hell, I tell you.

Momma always said sticks and stones could break your bones and word will never harm you.. But honey I'm PETTY. Honestly, I'm tired of hearing about you harassing my sister and family. As a result of your own unhappy, selfish, and evil ways. Your like a plague sweet heart your going slowly killing you're self from being unhappy and dysfunctional get it together. Now as for my brother sha he is a GROWN man that he does what he wants. Trust and believe though he's on his shit doing the damn thing as God is my witness he will prosper and we'll send both of our invitations in the mail so you could envy that too!! As for you Mrs Thot don't ever speak of my name as a freak girl I could never niggas wish but never could have. Let's just keep in mind

I remember laying down, wrapped in my pink sheets, eyes closed hugging my favorite rugged and dirty stuffed animal just listening. I didn't move or look at anything, but the blackness of my eyelids, as I let the sound of my fathers voice just carry me off into my dreams. The sounds of his soft ruff voice singing each word, telling me the story of a father lost in the woods trying to get home to his son, and of his in counter with Winnie the Pooh. I perfectly imagined every word my father sang. Almost as if he were reading me a story rather then singing me to bed. "return to poohs corner" by Kenny Loggins, is the childhood story that I grew up hearing. Even now listening to that very song, I think back and ember my childhood nights.

My name is Mayella Ewell. I belong to the lowest of the low amongst the whites in Maycomb. I grew up in a poor family and never received any proper education. The only I have is probably being white. My dad and I want to have a better life, but dad doesn’t want to put any effort into doing so. My mom died when I was young and I became a surrogate wife for my dad. I wish I could have gone to school, but I have to take care of my children. My dad loves to go out and drink for the whole day. When he comes home, he often drunk and this is when he would rape me.

After watching the play Our Town for our date, I found myself thinking back on Emily Webb’s dialogue with her mother. Emily asked her mother, “Am I pretty?” and this particular question from Emily stood out to me most. Emily asked such a question not only to feel better about herself, but also to ask if she was good enough to get a husband. I played this scene over and over in my head while walking Olivia back home.

Short Story/Scene In a little town in California, Littletown ville, is a town known for baseball. They had a little league called the Littletown ville Jaguars. They didn’t have practice today for the little league all stars, but joe’s friends had decided to practice. “Hey billy do you want to play catch?” said Joe.

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious

Throughout the years my siblings and I have been in many different performances, whether for dance, tumbling, or acting. Now, with all these performances there have been at least a few mishaps. One particular incident I remember quite well happened when I was playing the role of Jo March in the play Little Women.

Poor poor me. I have no family and no friends, all I have are my fur coats and my red and black cruiser. I try to make friends with people around the area like Anita and Roger Radcliffe but they would not sell me their dalmatian puppies that I so desperately wanted. When Roger raised his tone at me I ended up storming out of the house being called rude and spoiled; I was furious. Why can’t people just be more like me; kind, generous, loving(especially for puppies).

Intro this monologue takes place in a small town in Texas its about a family of three the father mother and daughter. The father lost his job and became an abusive alcoholic and the daughter had enough listen to it, then the next morin she is in the sheriff’s office and her mother in the hospital with the father in the morgue. (The daughter has heavy accent and I tried to put that into my words, so some words will not be spelled correctly.)

(Juan and Eva are arriving to a night at the opera and sit down to applause. Music starts. Eva and Juan enjoy the music until, suddenly, Eva doubles over in pain and starts gasping for breath. )

Thornton Wilder, a Wisconsin native, is the writer of the Pulitzer Prize winner play Our Town. In Our Town, Wilder tells the story of a town in Grover’s Corners, New Hampshire, and the daily lives of the inhabitants. In the play, the author uses minimal props and scenery as well as including a main character known as the Stage Manager that has the ability to break the fourth wall, allowing him to talk to the audience. This factor of talking to the audience is a major component of making the public a part of the town. Throughout the play, there are many instances in which the Stage Manager uses various cues as well as dialogues to incorporate the audience and develop an intimate relationship to create a true sense of “our town”.

“Oh,” Darlene replied, his meaning not lost. She slipped the card in with her money and lip gloss. She disliked dogs and Daryl’s niece wasn’t going to be the first place she inquired for new work, but it was nice to have a backup option. “Thank you,” she added.

Up in the club, just broke up I'm doing my own little thing You decided to dip and now you wanna trip 'Cause another brother noticed me I'm up on him, he up on me Don't pay him any attention 'Cause I cried my tears for three good years

When I was four years old, I used to believe that I could be a cloud when I grow up. Every child has had once believed their own superstitions or fantasies when they were young. Just like Scout in the novel, To Kill A Mockingbird, she had a fantasy about Boo Radley and believed that he is a person, who did all the bad things around their town, Maycomb. Also, I had my own belief when I was young. In my village, there was a creepy playground that every child in the town would naturally get home before 10 pm.