Crowbar Monologue

The scene starts off by Spongebob and Patrick screaming as they are being pulled out of the fish tank they are being held captive in. The scuba-diver, Spongebob and Patrick in hand, marches over to a table lit with a lamb, each step thumbing across the wooden floor. Spongebob and Patrick, the lamps intense heat bearing down on them, begin to sweat and dry up. The scuba-diver laughs menacingly. He then proceeds to take a book and close the door to the bathroom. As they lay in the gift shop, shriveling up from the heat of lamp, Spongebob and Patrick realise that they have made it to Shell City. Overcome with joy, they began to sniffle and a single tear forms in an eye from both. Spongebob and Patrick sing as loud as they can, “I’m a goofy goober,

•Bruno sees a boy on other side of the fence. He's sitting cross-legged on the ground, has grey looking skin, and wears striped pajamas and a Star of David arm patch.

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

On October 30th, I went to see The Real Inspector Hound written by Tom Stoppard and directed by Luke Hoover. The play begins with the two critics Moon and Birdboot entering the stage and taking their seats for the play. They discuss work and their personal life before the first police report. These police reports are an example of foreshadowing to the appearance of the Inspector Hound. The rising action would be the internal struggles that Moon and Birdboot are having.

It all started the day I died. I think I should formally introduce myself, My name was Craig Crow and I lived in Alabama on a corn farm with my wife and two beautiful twin sons. We lived in a house with 3 bedrooms and a very small crawl space in the attic. The barn was old with bright red paint and big white sliding doors, we owned 2 horses, one for me and one for my son. The only way for us to get into town was a small green beaten up pickup truck that had been passed down for generations. The house had been passed down just like the truck had been and my whole family is buried here, including my wife and I.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” I say as I run the blade ‘down the road’ on my wrist. I cried softly, hoping no one can hear me. I don’t want to be in this world anymore. How can I live in the world when everyone hates me? My parents abused me all the time before they died. I guess it’s now taking an effect on me. My friends all stabbed my back a thousand times. I Wish I didn’t tell them my secrets. They just went and told everyone else and now I’m known as the town slut. Even my boyfriend hates me. Or should I say ex-boyfriend. He proved it today. (Flashback) I was walking to class. I saw two people kissing next to the lockers and thought “I wish my boyfriend and I were like that.” As I got closer, it was my boyfriend with another girl. How could he? He said he loved me. We all lie at one point in our lives. Am I right? He

There we are sitting in the movie theatre my hand down your pants touching your princess parts and you touching daddy's hard cock as the movie is ending we walk out and get in the car where we start making out and as things are about to get heated we pull into your driveway and we head upstairs to your bedroom where daddy then shuts the door and locks it so we don't get caught then daddy take your by the shoulders and forcing you against the wall kissing every inch of your body starting with your luscious lips then moving down to your neck licking and occasionally biting on it then I start moving down to your chest following a path to your breasts. I start sucking on your nipples occasionally biting as I can see your enjoyment I throw you on

Amelia's right foot always took the first step, followed by her left. Trees towering over her, a cold breeze blowing through the tree foliage, a gloomy fog sounding her. A defining screech is heard through the relatively soundless forest, Amelia catches a glimpse of bird with feathers black as the darkest night. It glides for branch to branch gradually getting closer. Until it goes in for the final swoop, when it is but a few mere metres away from Amelia, her eyes jolt open and the homily atmosphere of her bedroom fills her senses. It was just a dream, like every night, alas Amelia still couldn't figure out what it meant, but it had to mean something, right?

After leaving Mr.Leroy behind for having a possible heart attack I commenced my journey with a goal of liberating Mr. Leroyś family from slavery. I had to think long and hard about how I was going to get nourishment as well as where I was going to sleep when night approached. It was a very chilly evening and, the sky looked exceedingly dreary as I rode Flap-Jack down the dusty road. It had been about 3 hours since I started riding. Then all of a sudden I heard a loud boom. I muttered under my breath, looks like storms coming our way boy better find someplace where we can stay the night. At that instant, I yanked on the rein that was connected to Flap-Jack’s mouth and turned us both around so that we were heading towards the woods.

Inspector Male, I just wanted to reach out and let you know the amazing efforts of Andrew Crowe and Greg MacArthur on Monday December 28th. Sorry for the long winded e-mail but I think it’s necessary.

“William! Get back here! You know that’s Melinda’s land!” Carefree young William raced through the field, closing in on Melinda´s apple orchard. Melinda was the evil fairy who owned 25 acres just outside the town. On her land was an orchard. In this orchard grew the finest apples in all of England. These large, sweet apples were desired by any who laid eyes on them. The only problem was Melinda… She cursed anyone who dared step foot on her land, especially her cherished apple orchard.

Your Dad will always be the best D.J. I don’t think you realize how talented you dad is. Gabi, if you need anything I will be here for, if you need anything I will help. I remember at the cast and crew party your dad started a dance competition , and he jumped in and did the worm, I started laughing my head off. Another memory was at the Mom Prom. He played a very popular song, Hit the quan, and he didn’t know how to do it do I taught him how to do it. He loved the dance. The last memory I had of your dad was at Field Day last year. He turned on the annual Chicken dance, and I did it with him it was do fun. Gabi, you and your family will always be in my family’s prayers. If you need any help with anything, I will be there. You have always

ill fucking kill you bitch if you don't stop talking shit behind my back you dirty tart. You be suck all sort of dick my boy and I gonna expose your bitch ass if you don't stop. maybe ill brake your fucking family's knees in. I'm not going to fuck around anymore you fucking dirty ass bitch, another thing you owe me money you hoe. bitch I got niggas that are willing to beat your ass.........

Death (1)Death /deθ/----loss of passion(figurative) The result or act of losing your drive; to cease in mind and thought -To forget what your purpose is (example A1) Harry was in a well of depression. He has lost it all. One day he was at the top of his game scoring touchdown after the next, until he wanted more.

My first impression of Maycomb is that Maycomb Seems like a small town it the middle of nowhere that there is not very many people here compared to Atlanta. Back in Atlanta people are more open to the black communities that they are here in Maycomb. I’ve heard rumors of people being lynched for little to no reason at all. While i was here i have met some interesting people with some interesting names, like Scout and Atticus. Scout is a very interesting young woman with many great ideas and she has a very creative mind. While we were talking she kept talking about one of the other people in town. His name was Boo Radley, She was telling me that he killed his own parents. She also told me about the games that her