Candy Corn Monologue

Maggie realized that if she had said no words or have not thought any thoughts, maybe she would forget how to speak too.

Thank you for your response and question. I could only hope that her family would notice she was not home. Now, how long would it take? I think maybe a few days depending on if she had things around the house that she had to do. I don’t know any other outcomes that come to mind when Connie is basically being forced in to this guy’s car to be driven to only god knows where to possibly be raped or murdered all because she was getting any kind of affection from her mother and aunt who were too busy comparing Connie to her sister. I wish we could have known how long has the house and Connie’s family been watch by this guy. I kind of wish this story had a better ending or maybe an alternate ending where she was able to get away and get help or Arnold’s

I pull up and fuck your daughter, sike nah let me stop. I ain't 21 Savage and I ain't Lil Yatchy,

Have you ever loved someone but couldn’t tell them? Well, that’s how a farm boy, named Westley, felt when he would see his dream girl, Buttercup. Buttercup would see Westley on a normal day-to-day basis. All Westley would say when requested to do something was, “As you wish”. That’s not what he actually meant by that. He actually meant, “I love you”. When Buttercup finally told him, they started talking and planning marriage. The next day, Westley promised to return after a job he had been put to, then he left. Days went by, and Buttercup began to worry. She even told him before he left, “I would be devastated if something happens to you.” Buttercup soon gave up, and assumed that Westley, the love of her life, was dead. However, she wouldn’t be alone for long. After she swore that she would never love again, she got engaged to Prince Humperdinck. However, Westley was far from dead.

I walk into my room and throw my bag carelessly on the floor. I’ll study later. I don’t go to my bed but move over to my window and stand there, not knowing exactly why. I open the windows, and even though it’s the middle of winter, the cold wind is most welcome here. I feel my hair blowing around my face and I know it’s going to get impossibly tangled but I don’t care. My lips are dry and too thin top isn’t doing much to keep me warm but I still don’t care. I’m not really sure where my thoughts are taking me but I’m already gone.

Halloween, a holiday many of us know and love. A day when we celebrate together with our friends, family, neighbors and community. We go from door to door collecting candy, sweets and much more, racing on who can approach the most houses or who can collect the most candy in the group. It is all fun and games when trick or treating, and it has evolved into so much more than from the past. As years pass by, we celebrate this holiday annually, but of everything we’ve taken in from being children through our teen and adult years, do we truly know the background of Halloween Day?

Today, Candy gave me a puppy. Its black and white, and real soft. I like petting soft things. I promised George that I ain’t gonna hurt it, because if I do I won’t get to tend the rabbits like he promised.

“The way I see it, the law is entirely justified,” Frankie told us, nodding her head in a matter of fact way.

Have you ever felt that you were not acceptable enough? That you weren’t worth anyone’s time or attention? That you just couldn’t fit into the bigger crowd? Well, just know that you’re not alone. Somewhere in this world, someone is facing the same struggles that you are facing. There’s a young girl that goes by the name Jenny. She knows that not everybody around her pays attention to her. However, she doesn’t care one bit. She expresses herself in her own way. A way that makes her feel that she’s beautiful. A way that that makes her feel that she’s important. She’s the one who inspires me every day to be me. So, what inspires you to let your light shine?

His rumbling purr shattered the night and her dream fell away. The king must be fed. Figures, why would I ever get a real day off, anyway? Groggily, she got out of bed and filled his bowl full of his new, vet-recommended food as he rudely weaved in and out of her legs, no doubt trying to trip her. Sadistic little bastard.

I was just tucking Pepper in bed and I walk into the hallway and see two chairs. One is labeled ‘you’ and the other is labeled me. Then some force was pushing me towards the chair that said you. I can barely turn around and see who it was. I was then strapped into the chair, and the feeling of not breathing overcame me. I see Pepper walk fearfully out of her room and I tell her call the police. She says, “I will not call the police. But what I will do is ask Raven to finish her job.” Her eyes were dark, pitch black. I knew that it wasn’t her. Raven soon picks up Pepper and takes her into her room and slams the door shut. I managed to tip over and make my way to her room. The door is stuck and will not budge. I turn around and I run backwards towards the door to open it. And when I did I could not believe my

Wendy needs him. Looking around, everywhere, for many thousands of square miles, the trees were all one thing, like a massive river, green and blue-green colors everywhere blending, always and the same scene in every direction. He could see in the foreground the fog moved in low, swirling and twisting towards Wendy at an alarming rate. She seemed not to notice it. Just fleeting seconds had passed when she screamed a second time. This scream was different from the first one. This one had a full blown terror sound to it, much more worse than the first one she produced a few minutes before. Pushing off the car and bolting forward like a race track dog who’s starting box gates have swung upward to open, hence releasing the dogs. And there it

After the sound of door bell“Ding-dong”, opening the door and a group of children will enthusiastically shout “Trick or treat” at the same time for the candy. This scenario occurs in every Halloween evening in the U.S. Historically, Halloween is a traditional religious ceremony that derived from northern Europe. However, in the U.S what people usually think about the Halloween is always involved with buzzard costume, Halloween themed decoration and candy. Americans show the great obsession toward Halloween by spending a huge amount of money on buying Halloween supplies.

I can’t believe I’m here, stood on my podium waiting for the countdown to finish and all hell to break lose. I look around the Cornucopia, situated on a patch of grass in the center of what looks like streets of houses, searching for something I could take without getting killed instantly, I spy a backpack about ten meters away from the Cornucopia and decide to run to it. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 the horn blares and all the tributes run. I can already see a dead body, a boy from District 5 with something protruding from his abdomen; is that a fire poker? Oh god, the Careers have reached the Cornucopia already? I focus on the backpack, running as fast as I can, the taste of metal flowering over my tongue.

A few days ago Ralph blew the conch and we had another meeting. First, Ralph proposed that whoever is holding the conch gets to speak; everyone else has to be quiet. Next, we talked about getting rescued. Piggy said that no one knows where we are, so we might be here for a very long time. I miss home but we are on a good island. Jack told us that there is food, water, rocks, and blue flowers to accommodate us while we wait to be rescued. Ralph wanted to know if anybody had found anything else on the island, and a littlun was being urged to speak by his peers. He was very shy and didn't want to speak in front of everyone so Piggy spoke for him. The boy told Piggy that there was a terrible, snake-like “beastie” on the island, but I’m not scared.