Cellmate Monologue

Woof, woof I hear as I play with my dog, the small barking ball of black fur with his stumpy, little legs and chunky paws chasing the tiny neon yellow sphere. My dog Jessie hops in the jungle of plants and shrubs still chasing the ball, his long fur as black as night, bounding after the bright sphere.

Hailee Anderson Goal: My goal is to actually persuade the crowd and to fidget less while performing my monologue. It is good for a child to have a pet of their own Introduction/ Attention Grabbing Beginning: Have you ever begged your parents for a pet and they said no. Description of Issue: These days every kid wants a pet, but parents question if their child is ready for the responsibilities.

Hey, how are you all doing out there ? Well, me I have just been trying to stay healthy and keep my head high so I can make it back to the only thing I have and that’s you all “my family”. I try not to think about you all too much because when I think about what's going on out there it makes me mad and I am so tired ‘’omg’’. We don't eat that much during war but when we get back to the base we eat pretty good, well actually really good. I notice that a lot of people donate food and medicine and first-aid kits too. I just got an Lee-Enfield rifle and it's a pretty nice gun, it can hold 10 bullets. I just been waiting to use it on, Germany, Austria-Hungary and the Ottoman Empire against the Allied forces of Great Britain, and there are some

Black stage two stop light one two figures dressed in black. On the floor in fetal postions

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” I say as I run the blade ‘down the road’ on my wrist. I cried softly, hoping no one can hear me. I don’t want to be in this world anymore. How can I live in the world when everyone hates me? My parents abused me all the time before they died. I guess it’s now taking an effect on me. My friends all stabbed my back a thousand times. I Wish I didn’t tell them my secrets. They just went and told everyone else and now I’m known as the town slut. Even my boyfriend hates me. Or should I say ex-boyfriend. He proved it today. (Flashback) I was walking to class. I saw two people kissing next to the lockers and thought “I wish my boyfriend and I were like that.” As I got closer, it was my boyfriend with another girl. How could he? He said he loved me. We all lie at one point in our lives. Am I right? He

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout All a nigga hear is my chains clinkin' back and forth right now, nigga Fuck with me Why the fuck you so opinionated? Sayin' how you do it but they ain't did it, baby

Woah, woah, woah. We got a bitch ass sprog here thinking dissing someone's comment is really going to get us somewhere. You're just a little thirteen-year-old furfag, grow the fuck up already. Anyways, I was just stating the fact that just because other people are allergic to something shouldn't be the reason why something should be illegal same for folks who have asthma. Also the thing on destroying your lungs/cancer there way more other things that cause cancer, but you don't see the government trying to stop it, know do you? All the shit they put in our food cause cancer, but you don't see tons of commercials talking about how we should grow our own food or to eat better. I mean people should have the right to smoke a cigarette if they want

I’m sitting at my computer, ignoring pages of economics homework and mugs of cold tea now strewn about my desk, as I search for a direction to go with my life. Such was was my predicament several months ago. It’s undeniable that I’m an artist, hard and true, for a pencil found its way into my hand as a child, and no desire of mine nor of the universe ever tempted it to pry away. Throughout my earliest years and memories, I maneuvered with graphite, paint, and crayon every adventure that I ever dreamt of pursuing. Oh, I was a resilient child, as well, who refused to take part in any art class at school or as an extracurricular for an abundance of years, as I was invariably convinced that I could learn all I wished on my own accord! Consequently,

Today, my kismet, had other plans. A knock on the door resounded, followed by a heaving breath, the twisting of the doorknob, and a bang as the door shut. My eyes widened when instead of a nurse, an unfamiliar face burst into my room and my reality. Two tantalizing grey eyes peered into my own, a wild mix of fury and contention battling to surface. The latter claimed the victory. Opening a green folder, the boy steered his gaze on a stack of papers. He flipped through them until an aqua colored paper stood out to him, and ripped it from the folder. His eyes scanned the paper until he read something that turned his nonchalant expression,

mark, listen I know you don't wanna hear from me absolutely at all and it breaks my heart so much knowing that but I need to talk to you sometime about this I cannot hold it back anymore. I want to talk to you in person at school but I know that you seriously hate my guts for no reason at all so I guess I'll just have to write you a book..I know you think & always will think it was me who did the shittiest thing ever to you but honest to god I swear on my everything it seriously wasn't I would not be sitting here denying it whenever people are giving props & think it's the best thing ever to whoever did it i would never do anything like that to you everrr my Snapchat has been hacked so many times after we ended things and it just doesn't add

Hello my name is Fred I'm a erythrocyte also known as a red blood cell. I contain hemoglobin which allows me to carry oxygen. I have a very important job I'm a oxyhemoglobin delivery man. I was created in the bone marrow along with my friends the white blood cells. I am very special I don't contain a nucleus which means I cant go through mitosis.Lets go check out my

prison cell, he shoved us in and then closed the bar door. I heard a familiar voice behind us

It was the time of the Civil War. Violence and death was consuming the United States at an alarming rate, separation was growing more forcibly, and the nation was being torn apart by differing beliefs of what was best for the country at that time. As the war grew bloodier, many wounded soldiers were admitted into hospitals at such great quantities where they were often overlooked and not given the optimum care that they needed, until one nurse decided to give a bit of tenderness and compassion to a soldier in a time of despair. In an excerpt from Louisa May Alcott’s book Hospital Sketches, she creates a sentimental retelling of the tragic death of a Virginia blacksmith that served in the war. “Death of a Soldier” is an emotionally gripping

I didn’t know any better. I didn’t know it could kill me. One time when I was 8, I was playing with some chapstick. I was putting It on everything when I decided to take a bite out of it. I ended up getting really sick and almost dying.

But, the next day I got bailed out of the asylum so did the Marepen girl and these other 2 young adult boys and girls. I can’t believe I am innocent I never thought it would come to this I knew I was a weirdo like my father, but I never knew something like this would happen to somebody like me. In this case, I didn’t know where to go to or where to start, but what I did know I don’t have to hear Sheila my ex-girlfriend anymore. Above all, I decided to go back to school but not being a medical student again, it still gives me the creeps of the asylum. Meanwhile, everything is the exact way as I thought it would be except for that people at the college wrote “Freak” on my locker and “Go die in a