Cleland Cafe Monologue

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

some good food from famous restaurants and cafe’s. Little did we know our trip would have us

Imagine that you are living in Philadelphia in August of 1793. You have fallen on hard times; no job, no money, no family, no home, and the talk of fever is worrisome. Standing in front of Cook’s Coffeehouse, you wander inside. Mattie greets you with a warm smile. You are tired and frustrated with the prospect of no job, and Mattie hesitantly takes you back to the kitchen because you look so distraught. You share your situation with Mattie. Mattie informs you that they recently lost their serving girl, Polly, to a mysterious fever. She offers you the job along with room and board.

I’m just me. He is everything I’d imagine that “me” could be, if I stepped outside our box and found a plain to release these ideas of everything we’ve ever wanted to be. I’m solitary, mindful, a Garfield, a Seinfeld, least to say extraordinarily nothing special but not quite nothing special at all. I love the smooth sooth of Brazilian jazz music and cool days that paint pictures of fall. Handling thin brush tips that paint pix I could hang on my wall. He’s Los Angeles’s Sunset Blvd in the dark magic hours prior to dawn. Where the spot light rests upon the culprits of the moon randomly moving in unison. I quietly await the storms demise. Many moons have passed since we’ve viewed a frozen stretch of land called home. Where great bodies collide

On 05/14/17, I was dispatched to 2440 W. Madison in reference to an assault that occurred at the location.

When George went to offer Hazel some of his reviving beverage, there was a hard pounding clamor which seemed like a thump on the entryway. The more hesitant they became, the louder and more restless the sound got to be. At first, George thought it was another of those sounds, yet he didn't generally observe an effect.

Deb and I were thinking about you, and the "AZ HEAT". I remember patching and painting the house in July, and frankly it was miserable!

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

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.

This is Beechwood 2-0828. It’s all been very sudden. He was killed just six days ago in an automobile accident on the Brooklyn Bridge. The call operator interrupt saying my three minutes was up. And so, I am sitting here in this deserted camp in Gallup, New Mexico. I am trying to get a hold of myself so I won’t go mad. I have to go home to mother and tell her i’m not dead. So I got in the car and started driving as fast I could to her house. Then suddenly I saw the old man in the middle of the road but i kept driving until I was to my mothers house. I stopped only four times to eat and sleep that's all I had to see her and tell her i'm not dead. During my trip back home I would see the man with fresh raindrops on this raincoat every twenty miles. I was

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.

Another reason I enjoy going to this beach is because everyone is really nice. One of the things I enjoy doing is taking walks by the water. I could walk for miles and not get tired of seeing the ocean. Everyone I see is always happy and it's just a great way to get out and away. And that is my personal getaway spot. I can just go and be myself and get

I walked in, saw you there You asked me which drink I wanted Mocha, lattes, hot or iced You made me the perfect drink and i thought Oh my God, look at that drink The best barista of this place

These days my life seems somehow like a tired old cliché A bad movie scene that just goes on and on With dialogue like " It's so sad how fast time slips away" Or "You never really miss them until they're gone" Funny how those old clichés come true I never thought I'd miss him, but I do Chorus:

Its cold, windy, and sunny all at the same time. The beach stretches for miles seeming endless, until it reaches a tall cliff with waves crashing against it. The sun shines down on the moisture in the air creating a “sparkling” affect to add to the view. In some spots on the coast giant rock formations stick out of the water, creating a question on how they formed there. Sea creatures dot the sand everywhere. Walking the beach with sand between your toes is and not a worry in your mind is one of the best feelings. If you time it right early in the mornings and late in the night low tide takes place and you can find sand dollars and unique shells. Beautiful houses and hotels line the beach all with the same withered look they all strive to have, and balconies on every place to capture the view.