Cronose's Monologue

The enchanted forest pulsed in, it’s ancient heartbeat, the deep, haunting song sweeping through the swaying leaves. The woody incense of thousands of leaves and branches matting the forest floor filled the air and dominated our nostrils. Soon, the branches will bend to the will of the whispering wind, allowing the sun to fill every nook and cranny with its the lustrous, golden light, illuminating the full grandeur of a forest that is steeped in plushness and opulence. But for now, the sprawling limbs of centuries-old trees still guarded the darkness, blotting out most of the gentle rays of dawn’s light.

"...I feel no shame, with shield and swordand armor, against this monster: when he comes to me I mean to stand, not to run from his shooting flames, stand still fate decides which one of us wins. My heart is firm, my hands calm: I need no hot words. Wait for me close by, my friends. We shall see, soon, who will survive this bloody battle, stand when the fighting is done. No one else could do what I mean to, here, no man but me could hope to defeat this monster. No one could...try..."

I gaze up at the golden moon. It is rare to see a night like this. Perhaps I should continue moving. It would be foolish for me to stop here.

Sarah got Bella 's text and went down stairs to let her in for their sleepover. They went up to Sarah 's bedroom. "So is there any boys you have a crush on Bella?" Asked Sarah giggling. Bella nervously responded,

“What do you think of it, Mr. Jennison?” An about fifty-year-old neighbor, Mr. Lawrence, spoke to me as he looked around the suddenly empty storage room.

Brittanie left for Sam Houston today, and I couldn't be more excited and proud of her, as she opens up a new chapter in her life. I wouldn't trade having lunch dates at La Madeline, struggling with chemistry, or having our 10 seconds of fame on the big screen at an Astros game for anything else. I'll see you soon,

“Um, hello.” A voice said. Edward looked up from his sandwich. He must had been too busy to notice Lexi Crooke had walked up to him. She seemed, lonely.

"Don't go Johnny don't go, what about your children you can't leave them behind," I yelled.

I saw what you did in the woods. I am begging you to please stop. I cannot take anymore of this madness, I think that I might go insane if this goes on any longer. Abigail, please tell them, tell them what really happened. [1]Tell them that you drank blood and stripped of your clothing. Tell them that it was your own doing for your sake and the rest of ours. Please, just tell them the truth. [2]You know that you drank a charm as well! One that you felt would get rid of Proctor’s wife so that you could have him all to yourself. You did do it, I saw you Abby. [3]You really shouldn’t hurt me, Abby. It isn’t good for your christian reputation. Some might call witchery upon you if you aren’t careful. [4]They may say that the Devil has possessed

I sat in the lobby all alone, thinking about Jane Gallagher. All off the sudden I wanted to get the hell out of there. So I decided to call an uber and head on over to this nightclub in Greenwich Village, Ernie’s. It’s called after this piano player who used the play there back in the 50’s. Now they only play shitty electronic dance music there. Sometimes I wish I lived in the 50’s.

What did you like about this script? The script’s themes on folklore, possession, and demons remained active and consistent throughout the entire story. The narrative does an interesting and compelling job of playing with the hands of fate and the expectations of the reader/audience as the story progresses. Moreover, the heavy undertones of a darkness and evil that looms over all of the characters even before they reach the island keep the reader/audience engaged in the overall story.

It was early Spring when I was called to Salem. I believed that I was merely treating a sick child. But as I spent more time in the dreaded town, I realized that I was gravely mistaken. Two months prior to today, I was standing in front of the gallows. The first woman was being hanged that day, she would not confess in dealing with the devil.

I’ve been in this damp, smelly trench for what seems like forever but really it has only been 2 months. The awful smells and gorey things I’ve heard and seen are things I have never even imagined. The smell of burnt flesh, dead bodies ,and raw sewage are unbearable. The awful things I’ve seen would make a super hero sick . I’ve seen people so scared and wanting to go home so badly that they actually shoot themselves.I’ve seen people with such bad foot rot that they can stab it in the black part of the foot with a knife and not feel it. There is so much blood and death that I can’t fire another shot. The millions of bugs and rats only make it harder to think about not being here because I am always swatting at something to get

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:

She walked to Celestia’s door and knocked. No pony answered. Luna was surprised. She didn 't