Brandy's Monologue

It was summer time, and twilight. We were sitting on the porch of the farm-house, on the summit of the hill, and "Aunt Rachel" was sitting respectfully below our level, on the steps, -- for she was our servant, and colored. She was of mighty frame and stature; she was sixty years old, but her eye was undimmed and her strength unabated. She was a cheerful, hearty soul, and it was no more trouble for her to laugh than it is for a bird to sing. She was under fire, now, as usual when the day was done. That is to say, she was being chaffed without mercy, and was enjoying it. She would let off peal after peal of laughter, and then sit with her face in her hands and shake with throes of enjoyment which she could no longer get breath enough to express.

Its is 1914 and joey a farm horse sold the the army and thrust into the midst of world war one. Into the western front when he is dragged away from his owner Albert his heart aches will he find him. Albert said they will meet again

I am 21 years of age with no one to count on, no hopes for a brighter future, and feeling all alone trying to be the best mother I can be for Abigail-Rose. I’m wondering who can help guide me through my journey of motherhood and as a young woman, where I try to be as visible as possible in covering my emotions through a smile. I’m trying to show that I am a strong young woman, yet I’m scared to do or say the wrong things. I desperately hope no one will ask me if “I’m okay,” because then I’ll burst into tears.

I have been watching her for weeks, and today was the big day, the day I took her to become a part of my perfect family. When I first seen her in the flower shop buying Lilly’s I knew she was the best candidate to join my family of flowers. A beauty like her, I knew she just had to be the purest woman to ever exist, could replace my last Lilly any day, it being said, the last Lilly was not as pure as I hoped, and sadly I had to put that beloved family member of mine down. I also wanted her to be Lily because she was the most stunning woman I had ever seen with her chocolatey brown eyes and her short curvy body. Today she was wearing her club clothes, which was a tight dress that was also a little too short, it was a little skimpy, but it was

She runs home as fast as she cans, leaving a watery black trail behind her. As she runs up onto her doorstep, a strange looking figure walks slowly behind her. She slams open the door with giant grayish black stain on the living room rug. “O my gosh, honey what happened to you!” Yollies mother gasped. “My dress is ruined; ruined I tell you, it started to rain my hair got soaked and just if that wasn’t good enough, the dye on my dress washed away!” She cried. As her mom hears a knock on the door she opens it, and she asked,”hi young man, may I help you? Yollie turned around and saw it, he was Ernie a Castillo! With his black suit soaked his hair damp and the purple flower in his suit pocket, light purple flower petals flowing away with every drop of the rain. “Ernie what are you doing here!”she gasped. He had came back for her out of the love in his heart. He wanted Yollie to feel better after all her clothes got ruined.

Brittanie left for Sam Houston today, and I couldn't be more excited and proud of her, as she opens up a new chapter in her life. I wouldn't trade having lunch dates at La Madeline, struggling with chemistry, or having our 10 seconds of fame on the big screen at an Astros game for anything else. I'll see you soon,

I grew up dancing and tumbling at Judy Murtaugh dance studio. I was consistently surrounded by bethettes at a young age. Growing up, my passion for dance grew, and so did my dream of being a bethette. My dance teachers always encouraged me to tryout once I was old enough. My first year of bethettes has been the best time of my life, although it was also one of the hardest. During this past season, I lost my mother. Everything in my life seemed completely chaotic, except for bethettes. Bethettes was the one thing I still had that made me genuinely happy and helped me through this difficult time. The girls were so supportive and the squad leaders were so inspirational. All of the squad leaders called me and came to the funeral. They constantly

For those of you that don’t know who I am, I am George Milton. I wouldn’t consider Lennie a friend, sorry, I mean he was much more than that to me. Before Lennie’s aunt Clara past away, I had made a promise to her that I would look after him, and ever since then I’ve spent every day with that fool, and yet I don’t regret a single moment. I must admit that Lennie wasn’t a very bright guy, but he was a big guy, with an even bigger heart, Lennie could do the work of three men without breaking a sweat, nor complaining. He would do anything I said, because he had a lot of trust in me.

I don’t know how to cope with this anymore. Horrible thoughts are going through my mind, is it worth living?, how can I change?, why me? Every day I ask myself the same questions and I can’t seem to find the answer to any of them. Since drinking started to be a serious thing for me, I have been on hell’s roller coaster and the ride just never stops. My wife left me; I can’t even look at her these days. I hate what I made her go through, punching her, screaming at her, swearing at her, I hate it all. I can’t believe what alcohol has made me turn into. I have a small daughter and I struggle to support her financially and mentally. Her school bills overdue and I can’t support her necessary needs and her wants. It is just too much,

My two primary concerns are the following: Cristina and Alex’s mental and emotional health and Cindy Estrada’s avoids parental responsibilities. To the first point our, I recall an incident where Cristina stayed another day from Luis Estrada’s house after Cindy had kept her an extra day, in violation of the custody agreement.

On 1-27-17, Tiffany experienced nausea and vomiting. This morning we had a conversation on what could have caused it. I asked if she made right decisions in consuming a copious amount of snacks. She belligerently, and proudly replied that it was not the snacks that caused her to be ill. After several prompts and restating the question, she admitted that she went into my bedroom, right before she wanted to take a nap, and found the Ibuprofin, and swallowed approximately 6 tablets. Based upon the contents of the vomit, and without knowing how much fully digested, I would put the number between six and 12.

Dorothy, Dorothy oh Dorothy can’t you see? You’ll never meet a guy like me. Everyone else is simply too the same. Think out of the box, don’t be ashamed!

During a recent event I met Emily. Emily is a mother that just recently reunited with her husband after six and a half years of separation. It should have been a time for happiness, but Emily felt otherwise.

Everything started with two twins, Lexi and Ava. Was something to break? Alicia did it. The twins are seniors in high school, and now the game has changed. They use Alicia to go out with guys they’d actually never go out with as themselves. When a boy shows up dead, Lexi knows it isn’t her. What if it was Ava? Either Ava is a murder, or Alicia is real.

Alecia, Tonight I spoke outwardly to the mother of my child and as you know I am still highly disgusted with the fact that she chose a man over my son. Tiffany stated that the man that gave her an STD is in bed with her right now, this statement in itself defines the lack of importance of Tey, it has been three months since seeing her son and