Dog Monologue

Woah, woah, woah. We got a bitch ass sprog here thinking dissing someone's comment is really going to get us somewhere. You're just a little thirteen-year-old furfag, grow the fuck up already. Anyways, I was just stating the fact that just because other people are allergic to something shouldn't be the reason why something should be illegal same for folks who have asthma. Also the thing on destroying your lungs/cancer there way more other things that cause cancer, but you don't see the government trying to stop it, know do you? All the shit they put in our food cause cancer, but you don't see tons of commercials talking about how we should grow our own food or to eat better. I mean people should have the right to smoke a cigarette if they want

Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!

You might be wondering why my baby is on the wall. She is one crazy little girl. Her name is Lily Preston and she’s 3 yrs old and loves her duckie named poonie. I’m Dave and i’m 36. It’s just me and lily at the house now. Lily’s mother died when giving birth but I have to stay strong and be the best single father I can be. I had a huge business meeting at work today so I had to hire a babysitter for lily and it’s kinda scary to leave a new stranger in your house with your child alone. The babysitter turns out to be an amazing girl, she is 17, has great education and grades, has a job, can drive, is trustworthy and her name is Amanda. When I got back from work around 5pm, Amanda told me that Lily was playing in her room and that she was leaving.

Today, Candy gave me a puppy. Its black and white, and real soft. I like petting soft things. I promised George that I ain’t gonna hurt it, because if I do I won’t get to tend the rabbits like he promised.

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.

"No way, Em." I say taking a hand full of popcorn and shoving it in my mouth.

Poor poor me. I have no family and no friends, all I have are my fur coats and my red and black cruiser. I try to make friends with people around the area like Anita and Roger Radcliffe but they would not sell me their dalmatian puppies that I so desperately wanted. When Roger raised his tone at me I ended up storming out of the house being called rude and spoiled; I was furious. Why can’t people just be more like me; kind, generous, loving(especially for puppies).

The beast that they are talking about, I wonder if it’s real? I wonder if it has a body? Jack is always talking about how the beast is trying to hurt us. I haven’t even seen this so-called beast before, does it even exist? It must exist, that’s why everyone is terrified… haven’t you noticed, haven’t you? They’re frightened! I mean the way things are, they dream and you can hear them, have you been awake at night? They talk and scream. The littuns, even some of the others. As if… as if this isn’t a good island. As if the beastie, the beastie or the snake – thing is real. Maybe there is a beast?

Hi my name’s Riane! I’m very shy around new people, but if you continue to come up and see me, and even take a little time to sit and talk to me, I’ll warm up to you more and more. I came into Caring Hands as a stray that had been abandoned out in the country with several other dogs. Even though I was living out in the country for who knows how long, I haven’t had any accidents while I’ve had office time. In fact, I would really like it if my next family would allow me to be an inside dog.

I'm so high I'm in outer space with Captain Picard I'm me everyday, I'm a genius retard Life is like a play, mine was wrote by The Bard Life is like a game, mine is way too hard Like Battletoads or #Contra And it's shocking like #Blanka How a sweet black kid got turned to a monsta

I stood at the very rock where she had last lied. Her putrid string of words interfering with my line of sight. I had only met her days back, however, I had felt I had known her for eternity. A constant pressure of darkness looming over my back.

People have always said that I remind them of a stock broker. The more stock (animals) the broker I become. After 16 years I think I found out why, walking into the barn at 7 a.m. to feed and take care of all my animals. Hearing the big ewe lambs screaming for food, the noisy pigs going crazy fighting with each other to get into the self feeder, and of course the crazy goats climbing along the fences screaming for food. Feeling the dew getting on my shoes making them wet as I walk through the grass. My mornings are always made when the first thing I wake up to is my babies (my animals). The lambs covered in wool trying to barge through to get food but are too big to squeeze in. Of course the crazy goats being mean as always fighting the little

Hailee Anderson Goal: My goal is to actually persuade the crowd and to fidget less while performing my monologue. It is good for a child to have a pet of their own Introduction/ Attention Grabbing Beginning: Have you ever begged your parents for a pet and they said no. Description of Issue: These days every kid wants a pet, but parents question if their child is ready for the responsibilities.

Hi, my name is Lauren and I believe that I am your biological granddaughter. I realize that my Mom tried to contact you in the past and you said that you did not want contact but I wanted to try and contact you myself. If you don't want to talk to me that is fine as well, just respond with no or no thanks

The man sat in the booth across from me studied me with old eyes. His wrinkles which formed when he used to smile so much are no longer quite as prominent. The man’s irises were currently an icy blue, resembling the seasonal weather among the small town. This I only knew because I’ve seen him once before. His eyes were almost like a crisp auburn- resembling what was known to him as “the falling of the children”