Castiel Monologue

be clouds like that and we'll be able to fly to them and touch them and lay on them, like a soft bed. In all seriousness, and with a slightly condescending look on her face as though I

The enchanted forest pulsed in, it’s ancient heartbeat, the deep, haunting song sweeping through the swaying leaves. The woody incense of thousands of leaves and branches matting the forest floor filled the air and dominated our nostrils. Soon, the branches will bend to the will of the whispering wind, allowing the sun to fill every nook and cranny with its the lustrous, golden light, illuminating the full grandeur of a forest that is steeped in plushness and opulence. But for now, the sprawling limbs of centuries-old trees still guarded the darkness, blotting out most of the gentle rays of dawn’s light.

I woke up this morning and something wasn’t right. I looked below my bunk. Matt was there sleeping happily and soundly. I then tried to get out of my bunk. Once I got down, my head felt light headed. My stomach was doing turns and I felt like I could be sick at any moment. I went to the bathroom and I looked like a ghost. I then decided to get ready for the day. I grabbed a pair of neon green jeans and a baggy black t-shirt. Next I went to the coach and laid there until everyone else got up. Chris got up an hour later and he was happy and cheery as usual. Suddenly I heard someone running to the bathroom. I got up and knocked on the door. I opened the door and that’s all I remember.

I gaze up at the golden moon. It is rare to see a night like this. Perhaps I should continue moving. It would be foolish for me to stop here.

In George Bernard Shaw's play Saint Joan, the main character, the Inquisitor, is attempting to persuade a church court to condemn Joan of Arc as a heretic through allusion, hyperbole, and ethos and pathos.

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

I hope you are well despite the recent events that have disturbed our town. In the past, I understand that I may have hurt you. However, I write to you as a man who fears for the stability of his town, not as a former companion. I always take it upon myself to judge others, and now I judge myself as well. Since I believe in the need for honesty, I am prepared to go to court to expose us if I must. I simply hope that will not be necessary, and that you and I can come to a compromise. Think of how it felt when your heart broke, how easily that could happen, and how debilitating heartbreak can be. This town is as fragile as a heart, and it feels the strain of jealousy and mistrust. Like a heart, after just one break or crack, it takes time and care to make the town whole again. As loathe as I am to admit to my selfishness, I must disclose that I do not wish to tarnish my reputation. Abigail, it is absolutely imperative that you reveal your lies because, if you do not, countless innocents will die and mistrust will thrive.

Loved ones, I welcome you all to this sorrowful place, to say goodbye to my beloved daughter, Juliet. If Juliet was here with us today, she would be more than overwhelmed with the audience attending her funeral. Standing here before you today is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Words cannot describe the sorrow and loss I am feeling. Juliet was my wife and I’s dearest, only child. She meant the world to us. A very obedient child, yet extremely strong in her dedication to love, rarely disobeying our wishes, only once... For her darling husband Romeo.

I’m ready to fight i tried telling myself, but I’m not until I turn on my music but now I think that it is distracting me. Let's do this, it’s now or never. “For Skyrim” I yell.

“I was aboard a plane the same night for the Lackland Air Force Base outside San Antonio.”

I watched helplessly as Dean Moxley, the infamous Kronosville Killer, shoots him in the head. “Oopsies!” he yells. Enraged, I grab my gun off the floor and shoot him. He grabs his leg as he falls down. I rush over to the body and call for backup. It’s finally over. But at a great cost.

Mercuito; You have stated that thou shall not go missing before, but yet here thee stand, taller and stronger than before!

I sat in the lobby all alone, thinking about Jane Gallagher. All off the sudden I wanted to get the hell out of there. So I decided to call an uber and head on over to this nightclub in Greenwich Village, Ernie’s. It’s called after this piano player who used the play there back in the 50’s. Now they only play shitty electronic dance music there. Sometimes I wish I lived in the 50’s.

I am a stump no leaves for me I sit as low as the grass, no longer am I a tree I was chipped at chopped at killed and gone And now I sit here on your lawn I’ll never give up I’ll reach to the sky Though the weeds and moss cover me I’ll still have to try My life is ruined my beauty has shrivelled

I’ve been in this damp, smelly trench for what seems like forever but really it has only been 2 months. The awful smells and gorey things I’ve heard and seen are things I have never even imagined. The smell of burnt flesh, dead bodies ,and raw sewage are unbearable. The awful things I’ve seen would make a super hero sick . I’ve seen people so scared and wanting to go home so badly that they actually shoot themselves.I’ve seen people with such bad foot rot that they can stab it in the black part of the foot with a knife and not feel it. There is so much blood and death that I can’t fire another shot. The millions of bugs and rats only make it harder to think about not being here because I am always swatting at something to get