Darabold's Monologue

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.

“How come y’all ain’t scared of us like you were Dally?” Johnny said. He had that scared look in his eyes, that told me he’d been badly hurt, but I could only tell because I had that same look for weeks after my mother died. I sighed, “You two are too sweet to scare anyone. First of all, you didn’t join in Dallas’s dirty talk, and you made him leave us alone. And when we asked you to sit up here with us, you didn't act like it was an invitation to make out for the night. Besides that, I’ve heard about Dallas Winston, and he looked as hard as nails and twice as tough. And you two don’t look mean.”

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.

At a young age I became acquainted with life's greatest pain. Loss. My parents, the Heroes of Alrudia, went off on a mission. It wasn't that difficult a task for Luiknights of their grade and they had two additional teams to go with them. But, they never came back. I remember that day. I opened the door and came face to face with a grief stricken man. The fact that I recognized the man was a bad sign. I knew immediately that something was wrong. It was the hardest I've cried in my entire life. I thought the grief would last only a short time but it stuck with me. It devastated Jas. Then and there I knew I had to be strong. I had to be strong for her. I thought that if I hid my agony, buried it deep within myself, that I could move on. Oh how wrong I

I grew up dancing and tumbling at Judy Murtaugh dance studio. I was consistently surrounded by bethettes at a young age. Growing up, my passion for dance grew, and so did my dream of being a bethette. My dance teachers always encouraged me to tryout once I was old enough. My first year of bethettes has been the best time of my life, although it was also one of the hardest. During this past season, I lost my mother. Everything in my life seemed completely chaotic, except for bethettes. Bethettes was the one thing I still had that made me genuinely happy and helped me through this difficult time. The girls were so supportive and the squad leaders were so inspirational. All of the squad leaders called me and came to the funeral. They constantly

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

We run all around trying to catch up to him but we don’t even know where’s he running because he so fast. Savitar also can travel also be in two places at the same time by using his speed but also he could hold his own against me and Wally. After we predict where he will be next, Wally run up where they would eventually intercept and upper cut Savitar under the chin. Eddie then rolled 5 block away from Wally. He eventually gets up and is very pissed. Savitar then starts to fist fight Wally and I, but he manages to hold his own against us. And seconds later, he knot me to the ground leaving wally to fend for himself. I then saw Savitar bruising Wally with his fist and eventually breaking his right arm and ribs, making him spit blood on the floor.

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

A few days ago, I was made aware that Ms. Linh Pilkington was let go. From my understanding, she was let go because of her character. I beg to differ. I have been coming to Finishline's Texarkana location since my early teens. I have known Ms. Linh since then and I must say she has been the same since then. She has not only brought me but my family a memorable customer experience. For the most part I only order/buy from Finishline when Ms. Linh is there. It has become a habit.

I only wanted to ask her why she be bring’n white chillun to church. A black sanctuary that’s now bin exposed to white folk. The finches of all people. Disgraceful it is. They got their church. And we got ours. I don’t care that it be the same god or whatever. It’s our space where there ain’t be no whites bossin us around or talkin like trash bout us. Its disgustin I tell you, its disgustin how they be treatin us. Thinkin they be the top of the town. If it weren’t for us they wouldn’t be eatin would they. Who would they have to be cleanin for them or cooking for them or farmin for them. Lazy, lazy, lazy I tell ya. So Cal be bringin dem chillun inta our space and I tell ya if I didn’t talk to dem they’d be runnin a muck and treatin my people like trash.

I don't know how to start this. But please know that this is an explanation, not an excuse.

I woke up this morning worried, anxious even. My head twisting and turning with thoughts. I have this weird feeling in my throat and it's getting harder and harder to breathe.

“I’m here!” I say looking at her book and remember the great adventure I just had, “The most amazing thing happened! So there was this rabbit and I followed him into a whole and it went down and down! An--” I started.

Ugh where is this? and why is it so dark here you could at least put on a light lets just yell for somebody or something " HELLO SOMEBODY THERE? " [ Yes i am here master ] " who are you calling master?! " not that i mind being called that [ I am calling you that ] "