Cliche Switcheroo Monologue

The horn has already sounded and I’m still running. I can feel my blood pulsing in my ears. The sounds of useless advice feels the air. I continue to run. I come across a cave and ran into it. I gasp in shock and as I walk into a lab filled with mindless people editing videos. A film crew rushes at me and says, “If you were able to be in Divergent, which character would you be?” I shake my head in confusion. I attempt to back up slowly, but they grab me and place me in front of a computer and yell, “Edit!” The slam the headphones on my head and everything becomes a blur.

The Johnny gasped and turned white as a ghost then red with rage. While all of the other boys were looking at the Ponyboy who was drowning, Johnny pulled a knife out of his back pocket, I gasped I knew what he was going to do seconds before he did it. “Wait!” I screamed, but the boy didn’t even acknowledge me. I turned around, I couldn’t watch. This reminded me too much of Yaqui beating me up, but this was different, these boys fought unlike we did. The way we fought it wasn’t killing each other or anything like that, but it was almost worse. Being humiliated in front of the whole school. Both Ponyboy and I got hurt though mine was both mentally and physically. The only other thing that I could see that connected our two lives was that we both fought back. Well actually Johnny fought for Ponyboy, but it’s pretty much the same, in the end the bullies both got what they deserved. No, that’s not true, nobody (even Yaqui Delgado) deserves to die. By the time I turned back around the boys were driving away in their car and the boy who had been killed was slumped on the ground not moving. The other boy; Johnny was helping to pull his friend; Ponyboy out of the water

Black stage two stop light one two figures dressed in black. On the floor in fetal postions

Reporter stated the following: He (Brycion) is the victim. He was asleep in the bed and woke up. He (Ben) was hunting him. He said he found me and took a whole of my man part. The mother got involved because she told Ben to leave. He did not say if the mom called the police because Ben left. This happened last night. He told Dr. Brumfield this morning he had to tell her something. He was then brought into my office. When we questioned him he said Ben drives a vehicle. He said Ben stays at home and is not in school. We have not called the mom because she will come at 9 for IEP meeting. We will talk to the mom at the meeting. If the mom does not show up for the meeting we will call her. It sounded like this is the first time this has happened.

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

How, how dare she leave me, there were fights but it was gonna work out, I knew it was. It wasn’t Christopher’s fault, how could she leave because her child was different from others, why would she not stay to sort things out? She was having a secret affair with Roger, oh boy, if I were to catch a glimpse of the man things would not go well. What do I tell Christopher, how do I explain to the boy that his mother left him, left us, with another man. I loved her, my trust was betrayed. I stayed patient even when things were at its worst, when she hit me, when she got mad at Christopher, when she would spend hours

A relationship had ended in tatters, with unknown causes. He was selfish enough to think that he was the cause. Over the next week Sebastian followed his two friends and watched them become more and more corpse like, husks of what they were meant to be. Hayley hadn’t talked to anyone and had cried during her free time and Chris had become increasingly reckless. He was worried and selfish. He was selfish because he wanted the loves of his life by his side and he regretted leaving them all because he was jealous.

Short Story/Scene In a little town in California, Littletown ville, is a town known for baseball. They had a little league called the Littletown ville Jaguars. They didn’t have practice today for the little league all stars, but joe’s friends had decided to practice. “Hey billy do you want to play catch?” said Joe.

About two years ago my sister had taken in a dog named Morgan. At first I didn’t exactly agree with this because she already had a dog that she hardly took care of. When my sister brought Morgan home she was about two months old. I could still hold her in on had. And as I spent more time with her, she became my baby.

So uh.... for some reason everyone used a different size for the collab... so I ended up messing around trying to fix the sizes and crap... Oh god. I don't actually know what the original size was so sorry if its a bit off... (Also, Kanji was really blurry... like really blurry... so I tried to sharpen him ._. sorry...

I awoke to beams of a dozen spotlights, my vision gradually adjusted to the brilliant white light which illuminated everything around me. The realization that I had fallen asleep during rehearsal caused my eyes to widen in utter shock and confusion.

Upon the clearing of the smoke, the scene of a gruesome battle appears. Furniture haphazardly toppled over; shattered glass daring anyone to step foot on the floor; clothes strung out everywhere. At one glance one might think that this was the work of a robber; but upon closer inspection, it is realized that nothing of monetary value has been stolen. The scene shifts to earlier that evening where a party was in full swing. The smell of alcohol seeping into every piece of fabric in the room. The sound of loud music vibrating the very core of every living person within hearing distance. There is an immense amount of people crammed into the tiny living room and red, plastic cups scattered throughout the house. All throughout the kitchen they lay; the trash can filled to the brim with these traitorous cups. The red appearing to be the color of hell fire, calling the sinners to

Seconds had seemed to pass like minutes and minutes like hours. They were addicted, or in love. Neither had been able to distinguish which. He'd spent the days doing everything in his power to find a distraction, pouring himself into his work nine-to-five and then letting a drink, or ten, settle him in the evening. They had tried tirelessly to find a balance but somehow couldn't tune themselves to vibrate on the same frequency. They stood close, cramped up in a corner by clubbers completely oblivious to the energy flowing between them. His surprise to see her was shadowed by the fire in his stomach, he couldn't take his eyes away from her lips, his own tingling with longing for their

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.

You're not going to have time to get on stage if you don't do it now!