Charle's Monologue

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.

“How come y’all ain’t scared of us like you were Dally?” Johnny said. He had that scared look in his eyes, that told me he’d been badly hurt, but I could only tell because I had that same look for weeks after my mother died. I sighed, “You two are too sweet to scare anyone. First of all, you didn’t join in Dallas’s dirty talk, and you made him leave us alone. And when we asked you to sit up here with us, you didn't act like it was an invitation to make out for the night. Besides that, I’ve heard about Dallas Winston, and he looked as hard as nails and twice as tough. And you two don’t look mean.”

It’s them sycamores I remember. An’ the river, runnin’ deep and green, tinkling jus’ like the way Aunt Clara’s house keys used to when she was out on the porch about to unlock the front door. I’d hide my mouse in my pocket whene’er I heard them jinglin’ keys, because Aunt Clara ne’er liked ’em rodents hangin’ around her house. I was a smart boy, I really was.

When George went to offer Hazel some of his reviving beverage, there was a hard pounding clamor which seemed like a thump on the entryway. The more hesitant they became, the louder and more restless the sound got to be. At first, George thought it was another of those sounds, yet he didn't generally observe an effect.

Feeble, isolation and dreaded anticipation. I will describe my sadness as death by a thousand paper cuts. For every time I remember that my little boy is leaving me, possibly forever, another cut is sliced across my already weakened heart. None are enough to kill me, but powerful enough to deeply scar. My stinging heart clenches at the thought of the risk that he is putting himself up to. Slowly, I lift my trembling hand with the sellotape bandage wrapped around it, and limply brush off as many white cat hairs as possible. Holding back the temptation to graze my nose across the tip of his and run a hand through the gelled blackthorns of his hair. I attempted to distract myself by smoothening out the creases in the uniform. Can’t the clocks

has spent a lot of time perfecting her looks for all places and occasions, as

I saw what you did in the woods. I am begging you to please stop. I cannot take anymore of this madness, I think that I might go insane if this goes on any longer. Abigail, please tell them, tell them what really happened. [1]Tell them that you drank blood and stripped of your clothing. Tell them that it was your own doing for your sake and the rest of ours. Please, just tell them the truth. [2]You know that you drank a charm as well! One that you felt would get rid of Proctor’s wife so that you could have him all to yourself. You did do it, I saw you Abby. [3]You really shouldn’t hurt me, Abby. It isn’t good for your christian reputation. Some might call witchery upon you if you aren’t careful. [4]They may say that the Devil has possessed

Hawthorne could feel her arousal through the thin fabric of her dress, and panties she wore underneath. His body pressed to hers, with the whip between her thighs, and his palm against her. His eyes glowed with lust, and the direction which slipped from his mouth was uttered in a guttural, breathless whisper. His need to see her naked, to touch and spank and flog her was as great, if not greater, than her own. "Bend over, and remove the dress." His free hand hooked into her hair, as stared directly at her gorgeous face, unblinking, expecting her to acquiesce to his demand. That's what she desired wasn't it; what she'd asked for, and wanted from the moment she'd discovered the X on the wall?

“That’s what it felt like this morning, because it’s their territory now, it’s Tom and Anna’s and Scott and Megan’s. I’m the outsider, I don’t belong here, and yet everything is so familiar to me” (65). I selected this quote because it indicates Rachel’s feeling of isolation from what she was once a part of. “I’m not beautiful, and I can’t have kids, so what does that make me? Worthless” (79).

Markus Zusak’s, The Messenger features the protagonist Ed Kennedy, and how he completed each mission of aces; diamonds, clubs, spades and hearts. The suit of spades was symbolic to Ed’s overall mission as Ed had to dig through truths about himself. Before the suit of spades Ed’s thought of himself was that he was worth nothing, evident through the narration of Ed’s monologue. The suit of spades saw Ed wanting more for his life, evident through the characterisation of Ed, the changes in his monologue.

Richard and I go to breakfast and we talk, or should I say Richard talked about his job,money and even about the damn Market crash. While he was talking,I kept hoping James would come in to save me. Breakfast ends and we go our separate ways.

As I entered the fourth circle of hell the air around me shimmered, like I walked through an invisible wall. Suddenly the world around me changed. I was in a large city filled with tall skyscrapers, cars and people that walked hurriedly everywhere. I came across Fagin “The Jew” the old man who used Oliver Twist and his friends to steal from people to feed his greed. Approaching Fagin, I asked him what he sin was.

It is a warm sunny afternoon, celie and nettie are on the front porch of celie’s house drinking ice cold tea. Celie was old but in her heart still felt younger than ever. The sisters were reflecting on the last twenty years of their lives. So much had changed for celie since nettie returned with her children, adam and olivia. She was so happy for all the positive things going on in her life and gave thanks daily for all that she was given.

This quote is spoken by Anse but is a part of Darl’s monologue. Faulkner makes sure earlier in the passage to specify that Anse is by himself because the reader now knows that these are his true feelings. The neighbors and everybody except Darl believe that Anse wants to take Addie’s body to Jefferson because it was a promise to her. However, Anse is really only interested in getting a new set of teeth.

When we heard a noise in the back of the igloo we were scared and did not know what to do.