Charlotte Gray Monologue

"Mrs. Henshaw, no matter what you may have read, Chris and I are dating, nothing more," Mary Alice said.

Out in the night Roger waiting for his next victim Mrs. Jones walks past and there he goes as fast as his small, nimble body could carry him, he grabs the purse and with all the weight of her unintendedly heavy pocket book and her heavy self he fell fast. Roger starts to understand what just happens, but it was too late, he was already being held by his collar. Roger started to feel hot in the face in which he figured they could easily see, but all he wanted was to be let go. Mrs. Jones started ranting again about how his face was dirty, but that didn’t matter to him, he had even told her he wasn’t hungry that was a bad lie, he was starving, but no matter what he could not change Mrs. Jones mind he was going home with her to wash his face and eat some nice food he stared at the door as she turned him loose but he didn’t run so he washed his face. Roger sat where she could not see him and decided to move to show trust.

“ I’m very sorry Carrie...” is what the doctor said; she knew it was coming, that he was going to say it. “I’m very sorry Carrie; you have been diagnosed with cancer.”

From this monologue analysis, it has been discovered that Catherine is a very dramatic and somewhat childish character as is shown because on page 91, Nelly says “…our fiery Catherine was no better than a wailing child!”(Bronte 91). Catherine acts very childish to shut herself in her room for several days because of argument with her husband. Also, her dramatic characteristic is shown because her monologue jumps around a lot in topics, from what happened when she entered her room to her anger at Edger to her sadness with grief, to her derangement, to again her anger at Edger. The knowledge of these characteristics can help perform the interpretation like how Catherine would act it out to Nelly, very dramatic and emotional. It can also be concluded

I'm sorry for not being your voice when you needed it to scream, I'm sorry for not stand up for your rights, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the abuses, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the bullying. When you needed me the most I kept myself in silence, afraid of what it might happened to you and still couldn't be avoid it. We've been together since we were born, and we've had to learn to grow together, to learn together, to love each other despite the pain, the struggles, the obstacles, the grieve, the loneliness. I know my apology is way too late, but it is important to me to let you know how much you mean to me, I had to learn how to appreciated the woman you’re today. The woman you’re today is stronger, wiser, intelligent, sensitive, kind, tough and funny; basically, all the things you’ve always aspired to be, you’ve made it!. If I have to think in a

I am 21 years of age with no one to count on, no hopes for a brighter future, and feeling all alone trying to be the best mother I can be for Abigail-Rose. I’m wondering who can help guide me through my journey of motherhood and as a young woman, where I try to be as visible as possible in covering my emotions through a smile. I’m trying to show that I am a strong young woman, yet I’m scared to do or say the wrong things. I desperately hope no one will ask me if “I’m okay,” because then I’ll burst into tears.

Hello my name is Madelyn Johnson, I attend Bartels Middle School and am a 11 years old. I have played ball ever since I was little and fell in love with it instantly. I would watch the Brewers all the time and they give me motivation. I really appreciate how many of the activities are involved around children. I wish I could go to more games in the summer.

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

Jarvis was quickly interrupted by the commander asking, “Wait, what’s the Cuse area?” Jarvis paused to pick at his mashed potatoes with his fork before beginning again. “I’m from Syracuse. The Cuse is just what we locals call it. Well, at least that’s what we used to call it. Now, I’m not too sure what it might be. But I suppose the place really couldn’t have gotten much worse.”

Everything black, I don't want black I want everything black, I ain't need black Some white some black, I ain't mean black I want everything black Six in the mornin', fire in the street Burn, baby burn, that's all I wanna see And sometimes I get off watchin' you die in vain It's such a shame they

Colette dreamed. She was sitting down though the ground was hundreds of feet below. In the northeast she make out her tower, though it was just a dot from where she was. Across from her was another Colette, motionless save for the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. The black, smoky eyes betrayed it as Fetch. They sat across from each other wordlessly, and Colette began to clear her throat softly.

Last night as I was lying in bed in those moments between being awake and falling asleep, I got to thinking which normally is not a good thing. I thought about Ed Gray’s passing - the loss of a good friend and then about what you told me and the pain it must have caused you. Mary Lou, I realized my thoughts were about the issue of pain. For the life of me I don’t get it. In some way it is selfish in that I would give a great deal to have just a clue as to God’s plan – if I did I would give it away so anyone who has to deal with pain in their lives would have the reference book to help and understand. Of course, I don’t and never will. But, I hope that you can find a path thru what has got be a loss of trust deeper than any infidelity

“William! Get back here! You know that’s Melinda’s land!” Carefree young William raced through the field, closing in on Melinda´s apple orchard. Melinda was the evil fairy who owned 25 acres just outside the town. On her land was an orchard. In this orchard grew the finest apples in all of England. These large, sweet apples were desired by any who laid eyes on them. The only problem was Melinda… She cursed anyone who dared step foot on her land, especially her cherished apple orchard.

Aunt Betsy said she’d let me stay for awhile but Miss Ivers isn’t too fond of the whole idea. Ma’s in New York and ever since she left I’ve imagined seeing her in the street and running up to her to say how much I miss her. Uncle Jack said he’s got a friend in New York city with the biggest tavern in town. Oh how badly I want to go up there, I just don’t know how I’d get there. Wait. I know! I’ll have to find a way to sneak out and I can just sail up on the jolly boat! I just don’t know when exactly yet and if it’ll even work. I’ve just got to find ma.

“I think you owe it to Jefferson,” Vivian told me one out of the blue, “He’d want for you to read it. He told Paul to give it to you on that day.” We had been sitting in sitting room, watching the kids keep to themselves on the floor. I knew what she was talking about. She wanted me to read Jefferson’s journal.