Chromatsu Monologue

“I just wanted to let you know, you left your ticket in your bag. Your plane has three famous people on board. And we wanted to inform you that harassment of any kind is prohibited. There will be announcement made at your departure gate.” The man stated.

If you haven’t used a tampon before, and you don’t have a Phd at the end of your name, it’s hard to hear you. TMI I know, but while you change multiple times, you use them for 24 hours, and up to 4 to 7 days. It is very disturbing to think that our cotton fields are being contaminated to the point that it’s transferring into everything. And now, we’re using something that over the years could endanger our health, or God forbid our future children. And it’s not just tampons, but pads, wipes, washes and so much more. We are our own worst enemy, and we will destroy

When I was a little boy I accidently became inductbly know I save the city.The people now call me Cation Blue.When im saving the city I wear blue cause its my

How long have I been here? How long since I gave up my pride to grovel at the feet of ---?

“But look MJ. It doesn’t stop there, it only gets deeper, son. The reason you never knew about your daughter and why Havannah never brought her to see you is because Papi told Havannah to lie to Marlorana, to tell her that her father was dead. I highly disagreed with that because even though you have a lot of time over your head, you still could've been a part of your daughter’s life. You know, with visitation and all. But Papi kept pushing the issue and eventually Havannah and I both gave in.

Hi there. My name is Genevieve (Jenna for short) and I’m proud to say I am a part of CCU’s class of 2019. I come from a small town in the middle of nowhere in Harford County, Maryland. I have two younger sisters, so I’m the first one of the family to tackle this adventure. I’m planning on majoring in communication with a minor in photography. I discovered my passion for writing/business/broadcasting when I was placed into a journalism class in tenth grade. I never thought I’d end up being the business manager and one of many reporters on a staff that created a 20-page newspaper every month for the next three years, and a main anchor on our daily morning announcements.

Catching Kenichi eyes a second time, “Yeah that fine, since you seems to know her. Why not invite her?” agreeing as he stays a step behind. Hajime didn’t trust his luck with talking to girls. As he watched the two converse, Hajime tried to get a feel of the new girl. Being a first year, Hajime had no interaction with her till now. She seems polite and withdrawn. If Kenichi didn’t say she was the kendo captain, Hajime would not believe it. He imagines someone loud and aggressive, the young girl talking to Kenichi seemed to be the opposite. Hajime looked at Kenichi and well that was the best reason for this meeting than Hajime originally planned. “Thank you, you can call me Hajime too Chi-chan since we’re all going by our first names.” Hajime smile, showing a little teeth as he eased into a steady pace with the

the ride back to Vaughn’s loft, he apologized several times. Justine just wasn’t trying to hear it.

Luna agreed, “She has always been a very hard working lady and she did it on her own. She is admirable.” Taking a moment to think of a better reply, Luna returned, “As a family, my great grandparents were our true Heroes. Would it not have been for them we would not have moved or have what we have today.”

I woke up with a busting headache, "Wh-here am I?" I muttered looking around in a dark room. A bright light flashed, "Tate who do you pick?" I heard James speak. Picked!? More people? I looked over and spotted to girls in the cornor sobbing. "Her." I looked to where his finger was pointing. Me!? Tate motioned his finger for me to get up, I rise walking towards him, what's there to fight for anyway? James eyed me the 'you better not try nything stupid' look. Tate lead my limp body towards a room, "Sit." he whispered, I sat right in the floor, "What the hell i'm not bad, come sit on my be." "Ok bitch." "What kind of music do you like?" "Why." "Why not." "Alternative." "Is hollywood undead ok?" "Fucking love that band!" I boomed. Tate

Last night was a blast for him. He stole the dance floor, sang like a star, and ate like a king, but today he was found dead in his hotel room, the lifeless corpse of Dominic Francis leaking blood onto his bed, the name “Corcurro” carved into his torso. I, Kurt Wilson, the best friend of the victim, found him. I am a former military soldier of the U.S., and I swore to the lord himself that I would find the killer and avenge my dear friend, Dominic Francis at absolutely all costs.

The sky is terse as if it were painted cobalt blue, a hymn to life. I'm walking with uncertain steps to the TLC, wrapped in a woolen cloak like a witch fallen victim of her own spell. It's one of those days; a tiny homunculus of the caves, survived the ice age, is relentlessly punching my right eardrum. The view is blurred, and I can barely walk straight and conceal the anguish that overwhelms my reason whenever the damn caveman gets out of bed on the wrong side.

You must know how much I've come to contemplate life now, being here in the trenches for some time. How fleeting one's life can be and the swiftness at which life's light can be stolen; all of which I know far too well from the everyday occurrences of this dreary war. My love, if the news has not yet reached you, the 25th battalion was moved from the Ypres sector to Somme earlier this month. Tomorrow, we are to go over the top and capture the town of Courcelette using the new creeping barrage method. I fear that I may not return from no man's land and die a slow and horrible death, lying helpless on the wasted, barren land, as many others before have. However frightening death may seem, I fear even more that I may never

What is the purpose of life? Is it just some way your soul can stay amused? Pleased? Is it all we are good for or is it the way people make eternity friends? Humans are horrible people. Not all of them, but a giant mass of the can’t live without war. Desciapable beings that only see the joy in destruction and explosions. They have this hunger that never seems to diminish in the ptis of their stomachs, like a predator gone mad for prey. They seem to drive for it, no matter who gets involved, whether it be innocent bystanders or their own flesh and blood. The more the merrier as they say although sometimes it’s not the best. Humans love to destroy what you knew all your life and just leave you for dead. Then again, that’s a part of nature. Kill

set us up: I am not interested in being set up. I need to be ambushed,