Chase Monologue

There had been no rhyme or reason for why Kelley was out wandering. When his body had decided to leave his apartment that late afternoon, a public place had not been the goal. Anywhere that living beings resided had not been the goal. Bare feet had other plans as they carried the young male from his bed, straight to the front door of his quiet apartment with a glazed over look in his eyes. With no obvious thought to get dressed, he slid the lock off of the chain and stepped out into the barely lit hallway.

Thornton Wilder, a Wisconsin native, is the writer of the Pulitzer Prize winner play Our Town. In Our Town, Wilder tells the story of a town in Grover’s Corners, New Hampshire, and the daily lives of the inhabitants. In the play, the author uses minimal props and scenery as well as including a main character known as the Stage Manager that has the ability to break the fourth wall, allowing him to talk to the audience. This factor of talking to the audience is a major component of making the public a part of the town. Throughout the play, there are many instances in which the Stage Manager uses various cues as well as dialogues to incorporate the audience and develop an intimate relationship to create a true sense of “our town”.

It had been a nice sunny warm weathered day here in Mississippi. It had been for a while now and everyone had been outside working, harvesting, and growing their cotton, it had been a little tough for our family after the depression. Cotton prices had been lowered and it had just been hard for everyone around this town. We are white and I guess we have a little more than most folks especially them colored folks. There is this family the Logan family first things first their black

Its is 1914 and joey a farm horse sold the the army and thrust into the midst of world war one. Into the western front when he is dragged away from his owner Albert his heart aches will he find him. Albert said they will meet again

I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything.

As I close my eyes even for the briefest of seconds, I still feel my heart race and adrenaline pulse throughout my body, as my fingers tighten around the throttle of my All-Terrain Vehicle. My eyes focusing on each object in my path as if I were a bird of prey soaring in on its next meal; where puddles of rain, loose rocks, fallen tree limbs, aged stumps now hidden by magnificent ferns of the Pacific Northwest, could maim my escape of reality and the burdens daily life. I am one with my machine racing through the wood line of some primal forest, skirting narrow trails with sheer vertical drops that would frighten most pedestrians; it is here on my machine, wearing protective garments, my helmet in hand pretending as if I were a gladiator entering an ancient

On the second play of the game, Jo Rydell got tackled so hard that he broke his collarbone. The kid that tackled Jo didn't even realize what he did. All he saw was that a boy was laying on the round flat on his back. He didn't think anything of it. Within a few minutes, Jo was taken to an ambulance.

Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.

And, basically it would be time to lock us up. Then, when we thought this was going to come to fruition, then it was like stuff that was maybe somewhere deep inside there. We kind of knew what had happened to these people. Also, with Ed Herman’s passing, that had to be a big thing. It has to be a recent thing, because Ed’s death was recent, so, that is a thing that covers over all four chapters of this.

I haven’t spoken to anybody so when i was gathering the items I asked some people if they knew when the guards weren’t there as much. But they didn’t have an answer, except for one guy his name was Abraham but he wouldn’t tell me unless I let him in on the plan which was very risky because if he snitched I’d be executed but i had to take a shot. When we went to bed that night I stayed up preparing myself for what all is about to happen. I woke up Abraham and we started to sneak out of the house when a kapo came up from behind us and started to interrogate us about what we were doing, We had to think fast and Abraham grabbed him up and took him out, I was shocked that was the first up close death I had actually faced but there was no way I could turn back now we went out and towards the side where only one guard would be until the fence. We darted towards the side when Abraham jumped on me and threw me onto the ground and pointed toward the fence where 3 guards and a dog

The boy that’s moved across the street sells penny-flowers. A cent a rose, he says, proudly, A good deal, ‘anjad, ‘anjad.

Every fool and child knows that crossroads are magical places. Places where one might encounter things not easily found elsewhere. Where the desperate might cut a deal with a demon, and where the world-weary might find themselves crossing into another place or time. Every fool and child knows these things, but sometimes the wise forget them.

Then they went away for the weekend, mom and dad, and things got bad, real bad. I thought things were bad before, but that weekend was hell. My parents arrived home to flashing blue and red lights and me crying on the doorstep; all cuts and bruises and torn clothes and him being bundled into the back of a police car.

I didn’t know if Dale and I were out on a date or just spending time with each other. opening doors, holding out my chair, me snatching him back before he walks into a light pole, in front of a moving car, or trip over the sidewalk all because he kept looking at me. I didn’t know if I was flattered (highly) or frighten (highly as well). When hours or days go by and with me only remembering him opening his car door on a bright sunny day as I was getting into and… Dale opens the car door for me at night to getting out, what girl wouldn’t be a bit spooked. I knew I was in love with Dale and not just because of his good looks, had blinding smile, or his lips kissing me felt… Let’s leave the turning my legs to soft dough out of this conversation. What girl wouldn’t fall to pieces the way he lifts my leg. However, but something just didn’t feel… right. Tonight we were having dinner at his house and then to the movies.

What seemed like mere seconds later, cops busted through the door, showering splinters of wood through the threshold. Their gun were trained on me but I stood there, as still as the lifeless bodies at my feet. The bloody knife I held in my hand was a testimony to the crimes that had been committed, whose victims lay at my feet.