Donald Smoke Monologue

Getting to know Sydney made me realize a lot more about life. Going into college I felt agitated because I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with my life, and maybe moving here was a mistake, but Sydney reassured me. Although tomorrow is a mystery, we need to have faith that it’ll bring us exactly what we need. Her story of having a youth full of uncertainty and now having a life of complete sense has given me hope that I will be okay, and to just enjoy today and it’s opportunities.

I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything.

One aspect being that he wants to help others that they encounter along the way. When they had their camp set up on the beach, one day the thief came and stole all of their possessions. This further prompted the father to go on a hunt to find him with the pistol and have a want to kill him. Once they had found the thief, the father was in rage. The boy pleaded, “Papa please don’t kill the man” (256). Then the father prompted the thief to take off everything and put it in the cart. The thief begged him and told the father “Come on. Listen to the kid” (257). Later, once they father and boy had left, the boy would not stop crying. The boy pleaded to his father, “Just help him, Papa. Just help him” (259). Here was a turning point of the book because the father decided to listen to his son and returned the clothes to the road for the thief to come fetch. The father had to trust the boy and give help to others that actually needed it for once, instead of pretending to be the ‘good

He says he’s doing this to himself to try and punish himself the way he punished me. I wish I could tell him that I forgive him, and that it’s not his fault. Part of me is still angry, but not at him. I wanted to live to see my grandchildren graduate pre-school. At least I lived as much as I could when I was alive, but the thought of getting to live to see more, never relents to haunt me. I want nothing more than for my family to forgive him, not only because it’s the right thing to do, but because they deserve to be set free. I see the way they punish themselves, they think maybe if they would have checked on me more than it wouldn’t have happened, but truth is, there’s nobody here to blame. I have forgiven him, and they should too. Holding onto to anger only hurts them, I wish I was there to tell them. If I could go back and say anything, to the man that killed me, I would say to forgive themselves, that he was acting according to circumstances that were out of his control. I would tell my children to forgive him because he couldn’t prevent it and that I have forgiven

I notice something is reflecting the light from my phone, but I can't tell. I get a closer look and I realize it's a knife.Panic and Adrenaline fill my veins and scream for me to run or do something. But I don't move hoping he'll go away, his eyes flicker to me."I'll make you a balloon animal! I'll make it out of your skin." He says with a flat,dead tone with a haunting, bone chilling laugh that echoed through the room, and starts to raise the knife.

love for his mother was fake and cruel and was disappointed on how his dad was still seeing his

I peeped my head out out from the cloth like a curious meerkat, then scooted out from under the table. I grinned inward and glanced at my laced up boots. If I was in heels I would not have been able to do that.

OK damn man. Ok I’m just going to give you general details. I already told as much as I’m going to tell you about Friday night. On Saturday we party on a boat with these fine ass women, however Luther didn’t go he was too hung over, so we left his ass at the

It was a cold day in November 1959. Fog was covering the ground of the cemetery but every once in a while, the drops of rain and people passing by would separate the fog to reveal soft mushy ground, covered with a light layer of snow. You could hear the thump every time someone took a step, as everyone in the area gathered around a gravestone. “Shame she died” said a cop. His uniform was soaked and covered in food stains and he looked like he hadn’t exercised in a year.

I have always wondered how he wound up in this life of crime. He was such a nice kid, very loving and compassionate and smart, too. What made him choose this path? Was it the absence of a father figure or perhaps the example his mother set for him? Was it the drugs or the money? Was it the people he socialized with or was it just in his genes?

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious

The boy has succeeded in unintentionally sharing this rarity with his father. For when it comes to helping others the boy always wants to “give (them) something to eat” (163). Despite themselves suffering from starvation, the father follows the boy’s wishes. He sacrifices his own needs to make his son happy. Love is the emotion that gives the father hope. While on his deathbed, the father refutes the son’s wishes to die together. He knows how easy it would be to selfishly pull the trigger and save his son from the terrors that haunt the earth. However, he knows that there is always a chance of life, a chance of happiness, and chance of luck. Thus, directing his son that he “cant go with (him). (He) needs to keep going” (278), for it would be inhumane to seize the opportunity from his son. Due to the love for his son, the father is able to walk in the light of his ethics while everyone else falls into the shadows. However, at times the light doesn't seem so bright when one is constantly questioning the higher power who is supposed to be the one illuminating the luminescence.

I am writing to you on the behalf of the terrible accident that happened the other day with me and your darling son Theodore. I just wanted to clear this up for you, so you don’t have to report it to the state generals office. Here is what actually happened...

Hi, my name is Finn Pherb, don't laugh. I was run over by a truck while trying to save a child. So, after passing out from the pain, I woke up in a pink room? Shouldn't I be in a white room. "Usually you would be but I thought it looked boring so I changed it to pink. What do you think?" a cute, almost childish, voice asked. Nice I guess if you're a 8-year-old...Wait who said that?

Explain how you would respond if you were Peter at the end of the case.