Charlotte Gray Monologue

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

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.”

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.

Dear Whitney, sorry i have not been able to get ahold of you sooner, but you will not believe where i am and what i have done. It's a long and confusing story so bear with me. Feel free to write back, i look forward to any letters from you.

He won’t wake up! He won’t wake up! Johnny said nothing.

Spalding Gray was an actor and a monologist, who talked about his life without holding back. His monologues were deep and personal. He spoke to his audience without hold back.

I appreciate the call back, earlier today. I have sent out a new check for Terri Clark. The new check number is #327964. It should be arriving no later than Wednesday evening or Thursday. Also, I the check for Linda Sowell was sent out in the same fedex envelope from Friday. If you need anything, just give me a call. Have a great day.

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

When Lorena Gray, sweat beading on her brow, beheld her son for the first time, she loved him. Edison, she would later name him, a tribute to his long-gone father and a promise to become one of the smartest men of all time. In the middle of the night, in an empty hospital room, Lorena Gray vowed to protect what was hers. A nursing home is nothing but a glorified prison, Lorena thinks, as she gazes around miniscule room, decorated with peeling, stained floral wallpaper. Sighing, she seizes the edges of her thin blanket and lifts it around her shoulders, her frail hands shaking.

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 don't want your love, we've talked about this. Jesus didn't die for your love, geez. Jokes aside, no matter how much I yell at you, no matter how many times I ignore your love, no matter how many times I've laughed at you for the stupidest things. I care and love you. You've kept me on my feet when my jokes got terrible, brought a smile or a laugh to my face when I was sad, and you're a great person to just have conversations with. Have a great summer. Don't die of heat exertion. And can't wait for next year with you. Love you a lottle.

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.

ill fucking kill you bitch if you don't stop talking shit behind my back you dirty tart. You be suck all sort of dick my boy and I gonna expose your bitch ass if you don't stop. maybe ill brake your fucking family's knees in. I'm not going to fuck around anymore you fucking dirty ass bitch, another thing you owe me money you hoe. bitch I got niggas that are willing to beat your ass.........

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.

All I have is memories of this sweet, little, innocent girl who used to laugh a lot until she grew up and had to face the harshness of reality. I'm getting frustrated because they say I’ve lost the plot. They say I’m a story stuck in the middle. I’m laughing hysterically at the mirror the refection in the mirror, as a knife sits besides me. Its staring at me.