Clap Jack Monologue

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

be taken away from the home. He told her things such as, “We cannot leave, and you are

Embers flew from the campfire, and into the starry night sky; meanwhile, the campers, Jackie, Carl, and Jim, sat close to it for warmth. “Now who's ready for a campfire story?” said Jackie. “You can sometimes go a little overboard, so Carl is taking the wheel.” Carl continued, “Once upon a time” Jim screams, and Carl rolls his eyes at Jim, “May I proceed,” He responds rhetorically. By the time Carl finishes the scary story, Jim has already dashed into the tent, startling his dog, a basset hound named Roxy. Carl along with Jackie look at each other in regretful worry, as they walk towards Jim's tent.

My name is Mayella Ewell. I belong to the lowest of the low amongst the whites in Maycomb. I grew up in a poor family and never received any proper education. The only I have is probably being white. My dad and I want to have a better life, but dad doesn’t want to put any effort into doing so. My mom died when I was young and I became a surrogate wife for my dad. I wish I could have gone to school, but I have to take care of my children. My dad loves to go out and drink for the whole day. When he comes home, he often drunk and this is when he would rape me.

Everyone knows the story of ‘Don't Ask Jack,’ you know the one about the creepy jack in the box toy that all the kids at the nursery said was evil yeah that one. Well, I’m here to tell you the truth about that Jack in the box. Here’s the thing the story goes that there was an older boy that died in the war, and the young boy went insane after they went backed to the nursery and was confronted by the little Jack in the box, but there were also the two girls in the story that would never said what Jack told them, but they swore they would never would go backed to that nursery. The name is Jessica Freeman, I was one of the girls that went to that nursery I knew all about that

as juleas rode he thought back to earlier that week when his parents were stollen and the the plantation he lived on was burned by the red coats. juleas was a slave. as he wondered homeless and hopeless along the country side he ran into George Washington who was looking for some one to take a message to the leader of the minot men. juleas gladly accepted the mission, with the payment of a young strong horse. the more he thought about the red coats the more angry he got so he rode on with more haste. finally he could see dim flickers of candelas. he made had made it to the town.

This time this trip is even longer because it took us 319 miles that made us walked for 11 days. On the 6th day, few of us heard a big clunk so we thought that something would have broke somehow. Some of us checked every single one of our wagons to see what had broke. Well right when we heard the clunk, the horse of the Cline Family had startled and stopped until the other animals stopped. So after we walked around, James Seiple found out that the tongue of the wagon had broke in half. So James Seiple started asking for help for the tongue of the Cline Family’s wagon. The rest of us came up to him to see what James Seiple wanted for us. “Help me with this tongue please, it snapped in half and I wanted some of your help.” James Seiple said. Then we all checked on our wagon to see if there is anything to fix the tongue. Then the father of the Colloni Family had grabbed an extra part for the wagon. The father of the Colloni Family came to James Seiple and tried to put it back together and the mother of the Mingo Family taped it up together and it is all fixed. Then we got back to our wagons and started walking to Fort Kearney. Later on the 8th day, a terrible hit us and the wind is gusting really hard with rain and hail. All of us got nothing to do. I got nothing to think

"It's hard to tell who he will be most like as a kid, but as far as a baby, I'd say he is a lot like both of us, since from what I hear we were both pretty good babies."

“What are you gonna do about it johnnyboy? What are you gonna do?” sneered Jack Bones, the unlawful “leader” of our school. I would say more about him, but he is currently slamming my head into a locker, so I can’t talk much. “Jacques Archer Bones! Hall that big butt of yours into the detention room or you’re going to the principal’s office! I better not catch you trying to bully John again!” cried a voice. I briefly turn around to see Mr. Gryphus before getting my face slammed into the locker again. Jack pounds my back one last time before grunting and finally moving away from me. “Don’t think this is over, bean boy.” he calls down the hall. Mr. Gryphus takes one look at me and immediately realizes exactly what just happened. “Are

“You like being insulted and dominated, you dumb bitch!” I yell. “You are the kind of guy that would let me slit his throat without a damn fight...” I smile. “Actually, maybe I SHOULD slit your throat and eat that fucker alive right in front of your eyes so for once in your goddamn life, you'd know what it's like to feel as powerless as I do every damn day since the incident!” I throw the baseball bat against the wall, frightening two or three unkillable spiders out of their fissure.

“I’m still cold” ““I’m kinda hungry” “We should go somewhere else” They all seemed to say at once. One of us suggested going into the church which we all agreed on then eventually got it up and went. Whoever suggested it was smart because walking into the church was like feeling the sun after being locked in a freezer for years. We all sat in these chairs that were at the front entrance of the church. I looked around observingly and noticed every detail in that room. It was my first time in a church and I treated it as a job to remember everything about that room. The chairs we were sitting in were in the front room of the church to the right. To the left were bathrooms and there was so much red. I had never seen so much red in one room. The carpet was red the cushioning on the chair was red. I stood up while everyone else sat around talking about where to go next. There was a table in the room behind some chairs that held business cards and pamphlets. I read the names of the people in my head and tried to determine the relationships of the people in the picture. Dylan walked up to me and stood there with me without saying a word. He seemed to be analyzing the pamphlets

Love has a funny way of telling you you've found it. I, Joe Bob, saw it the moment I met her. I can tell a lot about a person by the way they look at me and I could see that her eyes were like mine. She has a lovely pair of eyes that share their secrets with me. The things she envisions is a world of such depth and ambition as well as compassion and joy. When I lay witness to those dreams mine seem so small. All I want is the privilege to get to live in her world and be a protagonist to her evils and be the chariot to her castle. That first glance did not tell me all of this at once, but when my friend Michelle introduced me to her, I knew that I wanted her. High school is funny like that because sometimes it's in-between classes that you find

Taken from Neil Gaiman’s ‘Don’t Ask Jack’, this extract is a descriptive story focussing on the toy Jack in the box. Narrated in the third person by an unnamed character, the story of Jack takes place in a grand house as a nursery where the toy Jack is stored. Through the voice of the narrator, Gaiman uses a sombre tone from the beginning to the end as children do not play with it and ignore it after they grow up. By utilizing a raft of emotive language, sensory detail and allusion, Gaiman addresses the children attitudes towards the toy Jack and the passing of time. The author uses several declarative statements to emphasis the fact that ‘children don’t play with it’ and sets up the tone for story.

An hour after the moving van parked in the driveway of 406 Clybourne street in Clybourne Park the younger family waved at the van when it slowly moved away and they went inside when the van was out of view. The family worked together to put away their belongings and they stood hand and hand and they took a breath of fresh air. Beneatha went first to her room to put away her stuff then Ruth and Walter went next and Travis left to go hunt for his new room. They all left until Mama was left there alone looking out the big window. Mama gingerly stepped to the window and put her plant down smiling in thought. When the door bell rung she jumped and went to the door. At the door was a white woman and when the door opened and saw mama she flinched and said “Hello, I’m your neighbor it’s nice to meet you.” She said “I’m Susan it’s nice to meet you.” She said this slowly, deliberately like she’s talking to a foreign person and Susan put out her hand and mama did not reach for it her face was just a blank stare. Then after a while mama stammered “h-hello I’m Lena Younger its very nice to meet you.” And she reached out and shook Susan’s hand and Susan quickly took it away. Then she said “Well I just came to say,” Susan took mama’s shirt and pulled her face so close to mama’s that their noses were touching. “stay out of our way, we will stay out of your way if you stay out of ours.” She shoved mama into their brand new house and slammed the door so hard that

Creekroot fluffed up his already short fur as the chilly wind brushed through it. He was sitting with his tail over his front paws and head tilted slightly backwards to look at the night sky. He enjoyed watching the stars. The stars of his fallen friends and family. Creekroot begged in his mind that they would give some sort of sign of hope for his Clan. . . . He clenched his teeth as the dreadful reality of his Clan’s doom overwhelmed him. The silver, mackerel tabby tom let his head slowly hang before letting out a soft, nostalgic sigh. His breath puffed up into a large ball of water vapor. All Creekroot wanted was for things to go back to normal. He closed his eyes as he realized that wouldn’t be the case.