Diadem Monologue

As a young boy I watched as my organ flowers disappear and I asked myself “will I see them again?” The space was trembling under its weight and I didn’t think anyone would understand how I was feeling. Organ flowers all decayed, and I will see them again.

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.

Hey, my name's Miguel and I'm from Joliet, Il. DePauw's my top choice at the moment, and I hope to be an Honors Scholars and get into the school of music for clarinet. I used to play soccer, but I plan on playing club soccer this spring, so there is a good chance that I'll participate in intramurals. I plan on going Greek and getting involved in clubs. Netflix is great. I'm not that weird (I think). People say I'm Kinda funny, but I think they're just say it to be nice. I'm also looking for a roommate and meeting more people before fall would be great, so message

If you haven’t used a tampon before, and you don’t have a Phd at the end of your name, it’s hard to hear you. TMI I know, but while you change multiple times, you use them for 24 hours, and up to 4 to 7 days. It is very disturbing to think that our cotton fields are being contaminated to the point that it’s transferring into everything. And now, we’re using something that over the years could endanger our health, or God forbid our future children. And it’s not just tampons, but pads, wipes, washes and so much more. We are our own worst enemy, and we will destroy

I see people go through there Dailey routine like they are robots They're faces have no expressions and they have no thoughts Like an assembly line they organize Who knows what they see If I stepped in there shoes how would I see me Are they human Do they have a brain Are they being controlled, like someone controls an animal with rains I won't ever know what it's like to not be me

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

“This is where the knowledge gets dicey. My family and clan are Selkie’s and now you’re entrusted to keep our secret.”

It’s been six months since her husband Samuel died. It’s been hell since the day she found out. Like being pulled into a black hole. The moment those words left the man’s lips, she started falling into a black hole. When she made the funeral plans. When she packed all her belongings and all her son’s belongings into boxes and moved from California to a small town called Collinston. She just fell deeper and deeper. She isn’t the only one who has suffered from this loss. Her son William is 7 years old and will not talk to anyone other than his mother ever since the event of his father’s death.

It was a quiet Friday night, school had been let out, and she sat in her room enshrouded in darkness. The sun had long since set, and the stars twinkled merrily above. Smiling softly, she reached into her pocket and pulled out an mp3 player and some earbuds. The device was old, and it was a wonder the thing still even worked, but then, she didn't have much.

I have a hard time with understanding this part. DCF knew that Ursula was not a good mother. Mr. Grinch wasn't much better as a dad, but still they moved us back with them. One question for you, DCF. What were you thinking? Everything was the same except the fact that I now knew there was this thing called love. On top of that, I figured out that everyone deserves to be safe, and that house was anything but safe. I must have loved Ursula, but I don't remember loving her. After leaving Ursula's house, we went to a second foster family, but I don't remember

The time was early in the summer. I felt like I had been waiting for eight long months and finally the day, it was a Friday afternoon, when Sariah and I met Emmie and Pepper.

We went back to FOB McHenry after the Medevac arrived. We never caught up with the rest of the elements, so we were never even a part of the main effort. My vehicle had to be towed to the FOB, so we received a ride from another platoon. Once we got back there my Senior Scout took me to go look at my vehicle in the maintenance bay. There was a hole exactly where the TC seat was. The pieces started to come together. I couldn’t push through the kill zone because the battery box is under the TC seat, so with the battery gone, we weren’t going anywhere. We had never been blown up on a dirt road, it has always been on a main route, and it usually came from the side of the road, never underneath. This was a game changer for us.

tears flowing down he pick his son " I am sorry... I'm your Father I am going to remove this dagger from your body so you can sleep well my son I will not let your body disappear into Glitter Ashes I will froze you my son (his son has turned cold and he put his son in a beautiful magic see through coffin) he mourn for his son's death all Addicate Kingdom feels the darkness surrounded them. The whole Kingdom were mourning. Neighbouring countried hear a scarrying crying coming from the Addicate Kingdom.

That night I didn’t know what lied ahead for me, I just wanted to clear my head from the tragedy that was left for me.  The one thing I can’t decided is which took the bigger toll on me the physical damages or the mental.  Here we will jump in to the horrific things that have happened to me. You may not believe a single word I utter. I tell you this really did happen, this story is true, and I’m not insane.  Let me introduce myself before we get into the story.  I am Izzy Hallis.

I remember October 23rd, 2013 specifically for a few reasons. First, I remember the music playing loudly from the living room of my friend Kenzie’s grandma’s house and Kenzie’s sister, Maddie, singing off-key and even louder than the music. I also remember the comforting smell of cookies in the oven and lavender and other flowers in the vase on the counter while I sat at the island in the kitchen. The third reason I remember that day is because it’s written in the corner of my first attempt at a drawing.