Dish Girl Monologue

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

“There, we can see your beautiful face again,” she says, depositing the washcloth into the murky water, and extracts the bandages and tape from the medical kit. “It's not bleeding, but knowing you, you'll figure a way to open it up again.” She grins.

Imagine this, it’s noon and you’re outside on a beautifully sunny day. Everything is going perfectly swell until suddenly you’re swallowed by an unexpected wave of blistering hot air. You black out and moments, maybe hours later, you regain your conscience and find yourself stranded somewhere in an unnaturally gorgeous island. That’s practically the story of everyone who finds themselves on an island called Nil, and everyone who finds themselves on the mysterious island has exactly a year to leave before they die. On this pretty little island was a girl named Natalie. She was a veteran on Nil and had priority. Having priority meant that you

“Maggie. Maggie! Wake up!” I shook my sister gently on the shoulder. “There’s something I need you to do! Are you awake? Maggie...Maggie! Please wake up!” All efforts at rousing my older sister were in vain, for she stubbornly kept her eyes closed. Maggie has always been stubborn as a mule. She always stayed in her own sweltering hot room instead of sharing my own air conditioned room, even in the summer. One of her many charms I suppose. It was early in the morning, just past midnight. The sky was still dark even with the moon’s light. Directly under her bed, thick comforters lay abandoned on the floor along with several empty water bottles. My sister snoozes peacefully in the midst of this mess,

Alma stood beside the mule, with Boomer sitting beside her, growling whenever he saw any motion that might present a threat. The few men working in the muggy area did not seem interested in them. Alma used the shield of her bonnet to study the men who lounged about in the mud. Most were as brown as the mud around them.

“Just look at those abbs! He can lick Tequila off my naval anytime,” Joan slurred as she gaped at the group of guys at the back of the club. Heat bloomed across Tess’s cheeks as scolded her cousin for being so provocative.

For a while, my life was full of fear. I was afraid of not being accepted for who I was. As a result of that, I learned to make myself invisible to unwanted attention. I suppose you could say I would hide amongst the shadows. To my friends, I was one person, but to others, I was the quiet girl just the quiet girl, and I hated it. I wanted to be more than that and to do that I needed to be anyone but me.

I'm sorry for not being your voice when you needed it to scream, I'm sorry for not stand up for your rights, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the abuses, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the bullying. When you needed me the most I kept myself in silence, afraid of what it might happened to you and still couldn't be avoid it. We've been together since we were born, and we've had to learn to grow together, to learn together, to love each other despite the pain, the struggles, the obstacles, the grieve, the loneliness. I know my apology is way too late, but it is important to me to let you know how much you mean to me, I had to learn how to appreciated the woman you’re today. The woman you’re today is stronger, wiser, intelligent, sensitive, kind, tough and funny; basically, all the things you’ve always aspired to be, you’ve made it!. If I have to think in a

I was writing you today just to give you some encouraging words. Our mutual friend Jessica, was telling me your story and I just had to reach out to you. I just want you to know that now that you are trying to change your life for the better. The devil is really about to try to throw everything to stop you from reaching your goals. I know you have already been through a lot Jessica was telling me that the devil been trying to take you out since birth. I just wanted you to know that you can do it don’t give up because that’s what the devil want.

I get less annoyed with people these days. And when they do manage to annoy me - I just write about them.

One day I was outside at recess when my best friend Natalie ran to play with me. Just before she made it she fell to the ground. I ran to her side. She told me that her foot was hurting. I told her that she must have sprained it. Just as I finished my sentence, my favorite teacher Dr. Wilbanks came to join us. As we finished explaining what happened Dr. Wilbanks called Natalie's mom. Natalie's mom sounded surprised. As she was speaking I could tell that she was crying.

Mondays are her least favorite, they’re usually slow days, slower, anyway, and sometimes just to pick herself up, Veronica liked to stop someplace special on the way home. Take Neptune, California up on what it had to offer her. Going the long way to her car, she stopped at a bakery, just a donut to go, when she saw it across the street. Monstrous and offensive, a brand new superstore going up, one for books- and her chocolate donut with chocolate sprinkles tasted like sweetened ashes. Even now, years after her dad’s death, the first thought in her mind was how much he would hate it. Not even necessarily the big-business competition of it, just the disparaging of what was really left of Neptune’s small-town-USA charm. Finishing the rest of her donut in large bites, Veronica couldn’t be bothered worrying about what she looked like grumbling to

Jenny Puchovier was so excited. She had a pack of Starburst in her lunch and she had been looking forward to eating them all morning. Lunch finally came and Jenny sat down to eat her Starbursts when her friend Yudy sat next to her. “Let me get the pink ones,” asked Yudy. Jenny liked the pink ones best, but she thought Yudy was funny and Jenny wanted Yudy to like her, so Jenny gave Yudy all of her pink Starbursts. Before Jenny was done giving Yudy the pink ones, Carrie sat on the other side of Jenny. “Let me get the red and the orange ones, Jenny. Remember when I gave you that Snickers?” Jenny didn’t remember that, though she did remember when Carrie ate a whole Snickers in front of her, but Jenny thought Carrie was cool, so she

"Emory..." he echoed her a bit as he whispered her name, almost reverently, and with her bottom still up in the air Straton bent down and placed playful nibbled and kisses on her rump before he pulled her back into him as he gently laid down on his side. His arms wrapped about her, almost cocooning her in his size and strength. Soft sounds of contentment and fulfillment left him,his chest rumbling gently against her back as he spooned her, his nose nuzzling her shoulder momentarily as the warm glow of post-sex bliss washed over him. Even as he snuggled with her, saying not a single word except the utterance of her name, Straton could feel his desire for her had yet to abate. It was a strange sensation, to have emptied himself so completely

Sitting at his desk with the lamp turned down low, Ben watched the shadows flicker softly over Maggie's body lying in the bed across the room, the light casting her hair almost the perfect shade of gold.