Does Ornery Make Me Monologue

It wasn’t always easy. As a matter of fact, it was never easy for us. I’m sure you’d have agreed. Surely it was tough for you to let us go, but I want you to know that I’m thankful you did.

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.

I know you said you just got out of a long lived marriage, and you just want to be friends, but I can’t live with that. Whenever I look into your eyes I get butterflies in my stomach just like a young school boy with his first crush. And it isn’t only when I’m with you, that’s the thing, . Every dream I’ve had since the day I met you has been about you, and me, and us. I just can’t get you out of my head. It sounds so cliche but I don’t know any other way to put it. I may not have ever been in love before, and I have never understood what people mean when they talk about love, but if this isn’t love I don’t know what it is. There isn’t anything else it could be, like the way I feel a longing to be with you and the joy I feel about our future. And whatever this feeling is, it’s intense.” Archie was on a full out rant of love for Cinderella but paused when he noticed Cinderella beginning to tear up. “Did I say something wrong?” He continued.

I was literally done with Ecolab’s excuses so I called and asked for a quote from Massey and a gentleman stopped by today we went over the property.. Attached document is a copy of the quote that I was giving by the Massey represented.

There are times I miss you so much, I wish I could remember where I hid your body. I remember the night, cold and dark. An owl hoots in the distance. If only I could remember where you were. I always liked the night and so did you. Every week we took walks through the forest behind Old Man Smith’s home and talked about what had happened that week. All of that changed once you started dating her. First, you stopped walking with me then you stopped talking to me. In the end, you stopped noticing me in general. I was jealous. I mean who wouldn’t be; you were perfect. Dark hair swept back, tan skin, deep blue eyes. Everything perfect. But she took you away from so I got revenge. I wanted to kill her but I thought of something else that would cause her more pain. After a month of plotting, I realized I didn’t care about you at all anymore, but I still wanted her to pay. Sometimes I regret what I did. She still seems to be happy even though I took you away from her like she did to me. That night that I invited you to walk with me I thought you would reject me but to my surprise, you agreed. Revenge is going to be sweet tonight, I told myself. I went home and put together a backpack. Bug spray, an extra jacket, a water bottle, and a serrated knife went into the backpack. I met you behind the rickety barn on Old Man Smith’s property like we used to. I smiled at you and you did your once cute smirk back at me. You held out your hand and I reluctantly took it. Hand in hand we strolled through the forest. You told your cheesy jokes and I

Hiding in this damn room is a stupid idea but I really don’t have a choice in the matter. Not after everything that’s happened today. The Division Leaders are here and this is where Jensen put me, out of sight and away from prying eyes. It’s probably for the best, considering that Samuel possibly believes that I’m unconscious thanks to Doctor Estin. Unless the doctor told him that his plan went wrong. I don’t believe Estin did though. He would be to scared that Samuel would take his daughter off ice. He wouldn’t risk it.

I never believed that I’d ever be able to escape my past; and I was right.

Lent recently began and like many, I have been thinking of what I can give up. Even if you don't celebrate Lent, I think it's good for us all to take stock of what we can leave behind.

I came around the large tent to see the bright lights that illuminated the field. Less people lingered around for the games and food sold in carts scattered about, but well over a hundred guests still remained. Music played, but I could barely hear it over the noisy people, talking and laughing without a care in the world. Kids won little prizes and ate pink cotton candy spun just for them. Smiles lit up their faces, and that made me smile, too. I enjoyed their happiness. It meant all was right with the world.

I wiped away the tears brought on my my fathers words. Kill yourself. I thought that i would always have him, if no one else. I looked up and stared into his eyes. Blue like mine and id never hated anything as much as those eyes. They were cold and merciless. I pushed back more tears and felt the sting of regret. Why did i think hed understand me? I thought telling him i was gay would help our relationship but never had i been so wrong. I choked on the thousand things i wanted to say and he shook his head at me. "Maybe i will..." i stammered before running out into the cold night air. Why me? Why couldn't i look at a girl and want her? Why is it that only another man can make me feel love so truly? It was passed midnight by the time i got to

The helplessness I felt as I sat clenching my head in the murky, brisk night. The words “ I will always love you no matter what”, repeatedly played in my head like my favorite melody. The feeling of your hands riveting my face as you gave me one last kiss overwhelmed me with heartache. The pessimistic stare you gave me as you proceeded to say, in a sorrow manner, “Goodbye Jo”, haunted me forever. The moment I never thought would come about came into prospective right then, you were no longer mine.

Searing pain overcomes his hand. The insentient cement wall absorbs another powerless blow. Blood drips from his knuckles’ newly formed cut. However, he isn't fazed by the aching hand. His brown eyes’ stare seeming almost broken, yet filled with fear. A silence surrounds the stage like London fog, making it hard to breathe. The once faithful brown eyes have now dissolved into gushing tears, releasing the fear, the pain, and the complete brokenness. However, this feeling will always remain centered . He will never forget his crime... The lights slowly fade, beams are holding onto every bit of light as if it's life or death. Nobody except left on the stage.

We had a rocky past, and by rocky, I mean brutal. Somehow, there is something about you that will always be attached to me –a piece of my heart that you’ll forever hold, and that I don’t ever want back. Because when you have a connection with someone, it never really goes away.

Hi, Mrs. Margaret. This is Jacqi. Malcolm gave me your number, I hope that's okay. He told me to let you know that he made it to Hungary in one piece, and that he's going to try and get his phone situation taken of tomorrow so he can talk to y'all as soon as possible. He miss you and Laura and sends his love. Anyway. I hope you're having a good evening, I'll talk to you later.

Tell me where you hide your heart. If it’s in the ocean I would dive into the Mariana Trench. If it’s in the sky I would tie a rope around the moon. I would dig my hands into the pit of my stomach, and search for my soul-that is where I think I left your soul. I'm sorry. I am lying to you. I can't do any of those things. I am just a man. But if love were a factor I would give you every one of mine. I would give you all of my loves. I would write you poems, I would wash your panties and put the babies to bed. Much later, much much later. There is much us time I want to chew up. I would thatch my fingers in your hair. I’ll by tampons and all your womanly products. But I won’t clean your hair from the sink. I just won’t do that. That’s nasty.