Cobalt Blue Monologue

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

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.

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.

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

I still remember the dreadful day of pain, seared into my memory for all of eternity. The salty smell of blood filled the dark and smoky air. Gunshots rang through the air, echoing through the trees; yet the white flag flew high above us. Bullets rained from the sky knocking leaves and needles from the tree limbs and cut perfect circles through our tepees. An infant cried out hidden in the blood of his dead mother. Then, in the shower of deadly metal, a silver raindrop passed through the infant’s head and for one fateful second, everything became silent. Yet the rain of death persisted causing even more fatalities. I remember running as fast as my legs could carry me, trying to keep up with the rest of our people while doing my best to hide from the rain of death falling from the heavens.

I just wanted to blend in. They turned around. They were all wearing the same neon pink colored items. That looks like a gang if i’ve ever seen one I thought to myself.

Lush red and orange leaves touched by morning dew fill the limbs of an old Oak tree, rustling as the wind slowly made her way by, teasing the edges of the leaves and tempting them to come with her. The weaker ones went, not realizing their fate, twirling in her presence, following as far as they could manage in the air, encased in feelings of happiness and freedom. Soon, however, the wind died down; causing the leaves to drop and crumble onto the ground. They couldn't express their feelings of remorse so they crumbled in on themselves, shutting out the wind. She came back at times, and some fell for it, the ones that hadn't learned their lesson, they followed her again. Each that did, were ripped to pieces. The tree, in the end, had been robbed.

Perhaps I am not drunk enough to get this sufficiently down on paper, but I am here now, come back to something which only I must endure on my own. I listen to your songs and feel as though they may be an insurmountable hill that I shall not ever find peace upon again. And oh, how they once brought me comfort and knowledge. But if only I could have had just some parts of you, the music would have been one of the best. From your songs and albums I have learned more of you and your enormous soul and love than had you ever spoken the feelings aloud. Then from the cacophony of your heart’s truth set to tune, we stumbled upon a few melodies with which to call our own- songs invented purely for the two of us. Now, in the aftermath of what has been real, I cannot fathom to listen to the Yellow Songbirds no more. In all of it and for what ever must come next, I am afraid that I will never be able to hear some things again without a shiver of pain and remorse.

Paula topless with brightly colored tits is quite a sight, her nipples hard and standing straight out and egg coloring dripping down her chest to her shorts.

The Man in the Yellow Suit “Run!” Toni yelled as a yellow bus turned the corner. “Why it's just a bus? ” said Jack well everyone else darted for the house. “No Jack!

I began to panic, as more and more of the black dots climbed into me, wriggling up my arms like worms in the rain, hurting me more and more. I dug my nails into my body, trying to stratch them out, to no avail. I couldn’t take the pain, the persistent feeling of being stabbed by a thousand tiny needles, pricking harder and harder each time, the uttermost betrayal from my only friends, the only ones who ever knew me. The fishbowl began to crack, like icy roads in the Monday morning rush. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer and began to scoop out the bugs, slowly at first, but then as more began to form, I picked up the pace. Every time I managed to flick one body to the tiled floor, another would begin to crawl up from my toes, coating me in a layer of darkness. My body was numb as lines of ruby appeared on my arms, but my heart raced uncontrollably. Trickles of water slithered down the glass. Slowly, the dots began to fade, almost reducing into mist and floating away, how the trees return to stillness after a storm, as a sea of garnet rushed over me. But this state of relief did not last long- a dark shadow formed in the doorway, blocking all light entering the room. It looked like a shadow; as dark as hell, it spoke words of sin and hate, with a voice low enough to shatter glass. I staggered backwards, and held myself up using the counter behind me. It launched forward, grabbing towards my arms, wrapping around me, choking me in smoke. A waterfall gushed over my face, drowning me. I couldn’t

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

"Well well well, look at what we have here," the voice said and I spun around, coming face to face with the one and only highlighters.

The wintry air in Oeste was thick and repulsive. A putrid odor lingered the corridors that disturbed myself of what little sleep I may have had. I stirred awake, rolling stiffly from my back to my knees and hands, unintentionally bumping into the soft body that lay beside me. Ignoring the faint cracks in my joints, my heart began to pound out of my breast as my hands slapped the icey stone I slumbered on, and began to crawl towards a narrow hole at the bottom of the stone. Without hesitating, I peered through, and not only could I recognize the same dispassionate faces of the Stalerie I saw every moment of my life gawking at The Pit below in the courtyard, I also caught a glimpse of the heavy black smoke. How did I manage to sleep through all

Dust accumulates in my eyes, nose, and throat, making me cough and even gag violently, but I couldn’t stop running blindly in the bright streaks of light that poor through the small windows that have been carved into the ground. Small yet violent swirls of wind smash into my body out of nowhere and almost forcing me to stop, but nothing can stop my swiftly moving. Wind, dust, burning, and pressure all consume my figure and grips my soul with a mind-shattering strength. A fear that no person should ever know latches onto my brain and causes me to use all of my prehistoric instincts, all of which tell me one thing: run and hide. Now.