Charlotte Frank Monologue

Face pale with terror, Adam's shaky hand moved to switch on the bedside lamp. Images of Fire and Brimstone, and writhing figures, - men, women and children all - screaming in pain as flames consumed their bodies, flowed through his mind. Eyeballs exploded, and liquefied flesh oozed into fiery lava pits, leaving nothing but a collapsed pile of charred bones on the ground before moments later the victim's human form was resurrected in its entirety, and subjected to the same agonising fate again. Over and over, ad infinitum.

When I arrived there, there were 3 people in front of me. It took 1 minute 56 seconds to get to Pepper, who took my order. She asked if I've been here before and I told her yes, she said ,she asked me my name, asked what kind of pizza, and then asked what toppings and what kind of pizza I was ordering. I told her 1 and she moved my pizza over, telling me Charlotte will add my sauce. However, Charlotte was finishing up with another pizza so Pepper decided she'll add the sauce. I told her "White", even repeating it, but she put red sauce on. Before I could correct her she added the sauce but I decided red sauce was fine. She then gave the pizza to Charlotte who asked what kind of cheese I wanted. I told her mozzarella and she put the cheese on

Today, Herr Dippel complimented my English. He told me I am much improved from three years ago. This makes me happy. Herr Dippel has taught me many things but English he

Carmen Fuchsiello, a regular high school girl. One who gets all the boys, and is popular to everyone in school. Every morning, people would stare at her in awe, as she walked down the halls with her entourage right behind her on either side. There, by her locker, was her crush, Camden, waiting for her with every color rose in his hand, and my favorite band, 5 Seconds of Summer, serenading me behind him. He also held a sign saying Camden and Carmen Forever with a heart at the end. The two names went together perfectly, almost like they were meant to--

The name is Frank Greene and I live in the wonderful New York City. Right now I’m sitting here at Lou’s bar celebrating New Year Eve with a brandy. I’ve lived here my whole life, except when Uncle Sam decided he needed me in Vietnam right out of high school. You may ask what use the army has for a 6 foot tall, average white guy from Manhattan, who had no applicable skills. They sent me straight to infantry with the rest of the draftees. I eventually got injured and was sent home with an incurable limp.

The man has a startled look in his eyes. I was sitting on the bench outside of the mall, waiting for my mother to finish up in line, as I noticed a small, star looking shape tattoo on his ring finger. As we make eye contact, the look soon started to fade. The man was sitting on the bench across from me. Out of all of the benches, he had to chose the one right in front of me? Hazel Grace Lancaster? A grin starts to appear on the man’s face. I look away, and out of the corner of my eye, I see the man’s eyes pierced towards me. Something started to shimmer as I tried looking away. It was a name tag. The name tag read Joe. I soon realized that his old, frightening eyes had been watching my every move. What is wrong with this man? I had been thinking

Scene: Came back home, Eric admitted that he raped Eva Smith while drunk. Mrs. Birling cried for what has happened, so Sheila took Mrs. Birling to the drawing room.[the candlelight was shaking in the shadow, the second hand on the clock raping quietly.]

“Why do you think there’s so many of them? Why do you think they all hang out here in a graveyard? What do you think the reason is they don’t die?” Katelyn asked me in rapid fire, and I thought she sounded like she was starting to get frustrated.

Caroline, my dear friend, took ME to a theater performance. The main theme was that people were supposed to act like they were rich. Caroline said : “WOW! Have you seen that girl’s dress?! It is GORGEOUS!” she said. “No, I haven’t. Where is she?” “It is right there!” as she pointed her. She was red-headed with dark eyes. She looked like she was pale because of the lights, on the stage, but she really wasn’t, because, at the end of the show, we all had a chance to meet the actors, and talk with them, get a picture, and know them a little better, so Caroline went to go see her and we both saw that her skin was a little darker than we thought it would’ve be.

I open my front door; it feels heavier than usual, but only because my heart is weakening me. I know I have to tell her. I am truly burdened by this therefore getting it out in the clear will be better for the three of us. Mary, my wife, will hate me or will at least want to return it, in some way. I don’t blame her; I would want to punish myself too, but I know that whatever happens tonight, whether I tell her or not, I will feel remorse.

Then she handed us a card with her name on it and walked away. On the top of the card in the corner it said Live Music Records. We both looked up and smiled. He asked if we could walk. I told him my background and how yesterday I lost my job. He told me he never had a job, his parent pay off his apartment and he gets money in the mail every month. Then to the side he gets about fifty a week for performing. I don’t know much about him, so I’m not sure what I’ll do. He gave me his number and we went our separate ways. I know everything is wrong up to this point, mostly because I know nothing about him. He could be a murderer

I’m still in complete and utter shock that you're gone Mrs. Hollie. I remember when I first met you at Le Chaperon Rouge when I was four years old. You were so kind, bubbly, and always playing with my hair. When Mrs. Heather started working with me, you were always there right by her side along with Mrs. Hallie and the rest of family. Every time you entered a room we always could tell that you arrived through your loud voice, your smile, and your ability to always crack an inappropriate joke or story at any given time. I remember when you got Baby the cat and endlessly worked to pay for her surgery when she broke her back, your determination and work ethic was noted by everyone. Or all the days when we would go looking for bargains and

I was walking to a pub when I saw this place. She had dozens of signs in one place! It was very strange but it only get more and more strange from here. I rung her doorbell and she opened the door instantly. Although it was probably a coincidence, it really spooked me. She instantly started talking to me like she knew me for years. She was saying she has been waiting for me and as I said, calling me by the wrong name. I'm thinking her son may have been in the army and died. She just instantly came off as mentally unstable.

Annie is a 14 year old girl that lives in Germany and is a Jew. She and her sister Adora both feel it’s a little too crowded in their apartment. Annie was sharing a room with her sister. The room was so crowded that Annie felt like she could barely fit through the door without bumping into something. Her cousins were in her bedroom and the mom, Elise, and the dad, Lee, were sleeping in the living room. One night they all ate dinner, listened to the radio, and sang all their favorite songs together. Everybody was all bundled up with somebody having a great evening. The door was then knocked down by a soldier with a rifle in his hands. Everyone jumped at fright and stared at him with big fearful eyes. Annie looked at the soldier’s face and

I thought this night felt wrong when Sister Caitlin asked us to play a round of musical chairs late one Sunday night.