Creature Monologue

Hi, my name is Lauren and I believe that I am your biological granddaughter. I realize that my Mom tried to contact you in the past and you said that you did not want contact but I wanted to try and contact you myself. If you don't want to talk to me that is fine as well, just respond with no or no thanks

Trying to take my fish off the line The rod could’ve left a blazing line of fire on my arm as it was trying to run away. My vigorous hands held the metal in place, I steadily rotated the reel until the monstrosity was almost in my perspective. “Get the trap ready!”

WHAM!, I heard the rocks crash against the floor and the wailing of my pack. I tried to look for them under the debris of the rocks but It was too cloudy, so I asked loudly, ‘’ Are you okay Alpha?”, Then I hear Alpha telling my master that I was a bad dog. I couldn’t believe that alpha had said I was a bad dog because after all, I was just trying to help, so I just ran away until I made it far enough that I couldn’t see the area I had been in. I felt so sad, so I tried to comfort myself, so I started to look at rocks trying to think about what they looked like. Then I saw a rock that looked like a turtle then I saw one that looked like a man, then I heard the rock talk but then I realized It had actually been a man. I ran to where the man was

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.

I’m ready to fight i tried telling myself, but I’m not until I turn on my music but now I think that it is distracting me. Let's do this, it’s now or never. “For Skyrim” I yell.

I’m currently a seagull, since I’m lazy, creative, and loud. I’m lazy because almost every weekend I barely move and I sleep almost the whole weekend. Not to mention I’m a pro at procrastinating, and waiting until the last second to do homework and projects. I’m creative because if you didn’t know I really like to draw and I have to be creative to do that. Lastly, I’m loud because when I’m around my friends I’m very, very loud. (teachers you wouldn’t know this.).

The fainted as usual, then I saw the creature walk near me. I felt a weird feeling, something I've never felt before. It was horrible, I couldn't breathe and I felt

Markus Zusak’s, The Messenger features the protagonist Ed Kennedy, and how he completed each mission of aces; diamonds, clubs, spades and hearts. The suit of spades was symbolic to Ed’s overall mission as Ed had to dig through truths about himself. Before the suit of spades Ed’s thought of himself was that he was worth nothing, evident through the narration of Ed’s monologue. The suit of spades saw Ed wanting more for his life, evident through the characterisation of Ed, the changes in his monologue.

He stopped; footsteps stunned into silence. His face was drawn; his cheeks sunken. The red stain of his shadow faded as the horizon devoured the sun, engulfing him in darkness. The moon rose higher and the stars came out one by one, their celestial dance glittering in the dissipating clouds. His eyes began to adjust to the darkened surroundings as he took one last glance behind him. In that moment he knew he was leaving his past for good.

Where should I start? From the beginning where all the boring stuff that makes you want to go to sleep or should I start from the middle where all the fun action starts? The beginning? Well, you guys are boring but here I go.

Okay, I feel like this needs to be said. Recently in the past couple of games I have been playing in oitc, people have been calling other individuals "ez." This is really pissing me off. I to have said that to others, but have stopped about a week ago realizing that it is really immature. First of all, this is a game, where you mostly build, talk, have fun, play fun mini-games without having any trouble. Yes you may lose, but you don't have to put down others because he or she has won the game. Let me get this in your head, this is minecraft. Not Call of duty, life, or CSGO, this is minecraft. We don't need people calling others trash, ez, bad, etc. It is a game. Not life. Second of all, why waste your time trying to get a reaction of the person

The beast that they are talking about, I wonder if it’s real? I wonder if it has a body? Jack is always talking about how the beast is trying to hurt us. I haven’t even seen this so-called beast before, does it even exist? It must exist, that’s why everyone is terrified… haven’t you noticed, haven’t you? They’re frightened! I mean the way things are, they dream and you can hear them, have you been awake at night? They talk and scream. The littuns, even some of the others. As if… as if this isn’t a good island. As if the beastie, the beastie or the snake – thing is real. Maybe there is a beast?

I would shut my eyes because I knew what was coming. And before I shut my eyes, I held my breath, like a swimmer ready to dive into a deep ocean. I could never watch when his hands came toward me; I only patiently waited for the harsh sound of the strike. I would always remember his eyes right before I closed my own: pupils wide with rage, cold, and dark eyebrows clenched with hate. When it finally came, I never knew which fist hit me first, or which blow sent me to my knees because I could not bring myself to open my eyes. They were closed because I didn’t want to see what he had promised he would never do again. In the darkness of my mind, I could escape to a paradise where he would never reach me. I would find again the haven where I

I batted my eyelashes lined with sleep. For a moment, I was disoriented to where I was. I felt around the soft bed, waving around my arms frantically. The area next to we was cold; Ross was gone. I pushed my senses to get up, tempting myself with visions

Or rather what do allow to let a worhless creature like you to know about me.