Dramatic Monologue

“Well wouldn’t you look at someone weirdly if you had just saved someone from a demon?” he cleverly tossed back at me.

“WELL I DARE YOU TO ATTACK THE TOWN OF HEOROT.” He bellowed out. The whole room went silent. Then the only sound was claws

Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.

I push the cracked oak wood tavern door open. Eyes sweep across the room falling on me. Wearing a dark hood and cloak concealing all but my piercing ice blue eyes and half of my nose. My wide chest, wiry arms, thick legs and my two swords also hidden away underneath my cloak. I’ve been growing my beard out, short cropped it isn’t much to deal with. The tavern is laid thick with the scents of; stale alcohol, fresh bread, and charred savory meat roasting on the spit in the center of the tavern. In the opposite corner of the tavern sits a table bathed in shadows with four armed individuals.

Surrounded by crowds of people sharing the same thought; are we really getting home today? Pepsi is too anxious. Vomiting all over himself and his new uniform. Sunshine lays into him, cussing and screaming. Laughter erupts! Growing rowdier as Doc yells “No matter what don’t stop us now, I’ll fix him”. Close knit groups of friends are scattered around having vivid discussions of the first thing they are going to do when they’re finally off. Grady chimes in on a conversation with his deep southern accent trying to imitate his favorite musician, DJ Screw saying “Man shiiitttt first thing I’m going to do is grab me a bottle, some shrimp, and sit my ass in the tub”. Craw Daddy can’t help but tease Grady, by reminding him to lay off the alcohol

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.

The forest was silent. Too silent. Woods were supposed to be vibrating with activity, never quite calm yet still never active. The insects should be buzzing, the owls calling, the night wolves roaming. Nathaniel knew this, and it made him anxious. The only sounds that were heard were his footsteps, but he knew he wasn’t alone. He never was these days. He had felt someone following him for a few days, but he never bothered to go find them. He had thought that, if they wanted to kill him, they already would have tried in the dozens of occasions they had in a day, like when he was changing or when he had to go hunting. In those moments, he never was 100% alert, instead focusing on the task at hand. However, he had still never let his guard down, because

The humans that have claimed to see the goblins describe them as: “…ludicrously grotesque both in face and form” (4). The accounts given about the goblins are anything, but pleasurable. The humans are spreading rumors and myths about these creatures making them seem as far away from humankind as possible. The humans are othering the goblins, as a way of distancing themselves from them. The narrator indicates that the creatures being described by the humans in the novel may not have even been goblins at all: “…I suspect those who said so had mistaken some of their animal companions for the goblins themselves” (4).

The goblin warg riders were close enough now that Rufius could see the blood lust in their eyes and the

The sound of footsteps close by launched me back into consciousness, and I trembled in the darkness. Then I heard Cotton whisper, "Aiden come out." Filled with relief I sighed, stuck my head out, and crawled the rest of the way out of the hole. I looked around, wincing in the moonlight. Then I saw the white wolf with the light-blue eyes standing with the jeweled scepter in his mouth. Cotton and a pack of seven wolves were behind him. The large wolf limped over closer to me. "Are you all right?" he said.

Having received word that a fire-breathing dragon was terrorizing part of his kingdom. The King bypassed his legion of knights and pointed to the royal wizard's youthful apprentice. Looking the boy in the eye, he said in a loud and demanding voice, “You, young man." " You are the one to rid the kingdom of this monster."

The goblin began to bounce around, and the grin on his face made Angelina envious. “So, you’re turning down the mere proposition of absolute happiness compared to your dull and mundane life because . . . the fairy tales tell you goblins play tricks?” he questioned. “You’re smarter than that, aren’t you?”

“Don’t talk smart to me you inconceivable…” He continued grabbing the collar of my shirt until Principal Sugi stepped in.

He replied, “Today we have to save the dragons. To do this we must travel across the playground to get to them.”

I can still see the body of the little bastard responsible for this, well one of the little bastards anyway. His dark green corpse is prone in its own black blood lying by my knees. Only three feet tall and with just a stone axe he managed to carve out a piece of my stomach before I managed to cave in his skull. I’m not sure if I got the better part of the deal, not with his buddies gibbering a few feet from me. Goblins aren’t particularly known for being kind to things they plan on eating; especially since it’s not uncommon for them to get the whole order of kill first, eat