Ed Gray Monologue

Face pale with terror, Adam's shaky hand moved to switch on the bedside lamp. Images of Fire and Brimstone, and writhing figures, - men, women and children all - screaming in pain as flames consumed their bodies, flowed through his mind. Eyeballs exploded, and liquefied flesh oozed into fiery lava pits, leaving nothing but a collapsed pile of charred bones on the ground before moments later the victim's human form was resurrected in its entirety, and subjected to the same agonising fate again. Over and over, ad infinitum.

“I’m cookin’ ain’t I? As far as I’m concerned, that makes this my kitchen. Now, get outta here.” Just then, Ernie noticed CC and I watching. He walked over and hugged CC. “Cierra, so good to see you again.” He turned to me, extended his hand, and said, “Hello, I’m Uncle Ernie.”

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”

Part 1: The hero's name is Antonio Brown. He is a football maniac. He can catch passes with one hand, and he doesn't even need to look. He is a bit of a sore loser, though. He can dish it, but he can't take it. He wears a black shirt, with a pair of yellow pants. Him and the villain did not meet until early 2011. But, boy, they sure do really hate each other.

The scene’s introduced with Terry and Edie captured from a long shot angle, which also creates the setting. Terry and Edie are staged on the rocks surrounded by the neighboring the water front and dock. In addition, a view of New York City can be seen the background. As Malloy reveals to Edie his involvement in her brother’s death, an extreme close-up is utilized on both characters. It allows the viewers to the emotion and agitation that is tied to Malloy’s confession.

I would have this answer in a matter of moments. The Tutsis took me to a clearing on the beaches of Lake Kivu. I looked around and realized that we were close to the neighboring country. I saw a wide landscape without major obstacles and wondered what it meant. The guerrillas were tense; however, tough men are used to facing bad times. President Paul Kagame handed me his weapon, whispered in my ear and pointed to the Congo, and at a military village, precisely. Then, I knew why I was there: they gave me a target of opportunity, a prominent Hutu official, who was on the other side of the lake, wearing medals and insignias. I stretched my fingers and took some deep breaths a few times. I placed a homemade projectile into the rifle, a redeeming bullet, once kissing its vile metal. I estimated the distance across us and the strength of the wind, making a ritual to focus on myself. I did not want to miss that shot. Perhaps, I would not have another opportunity like that. In my thoughts, I saw dead Twas children lying on the ground, raped women, and tears coming out of Rose Kabaguyois's eyes. Nevertheless, having painful images in my head, I could not succeed. Therefore, I thought about flowers. The

The man has a startled look in his eyes. I was sitting on the bench outside of the mall, waiting for my mother to finish up in line, as I noticed a small, star looking shape tattoo on his ring finger. As we make eye contact, the look soon started to fade. The man was sitting on the bench across from me. Out of all of the benches, he had to chose the one right in front of me? Hazel Grace Lancaster? A grin starts to appear on the man’s face. I look away, and out of the corner of my eye, I see the man’s eyes pierced towards me. Something started to shimmer as I tried looking away. It was a name tag. The name tag read Joe. I soon realized that his old, frightening eyes had been watching my every move. What is wrong with this man? I had been thinking

Up in the club, just broke up I'm doing my own little thing You decided to dip and now you wanna trip 'Cause another brother noticed me I'm up on him, he up on me Don't pay him any attention 'Cause I cried my tears for three good years

Many years ago I was a good man,I lived in New York with my good friend Jimmy Wells before I end up here in prison.Let me tell you the story from the start.

They told me to do it. The voices. It's not me, it's the voices! They never stopped talking. I'm afraid to be alone with my thoughts.

If people don’t like it there’s nothing you can do about it. We’ve received hate mail, fan mail and I never know what to do with it. It’s part of the business.” She looked back at the painting. “A taste for death. That’s what Sydney called it. She’s the girl who works here at Allenwood. She could read his energy. Sydney is a bit of a medium. She’s spiritual. I don’t believe in everything she says but so far it’s been

Spoken Monologue Task to the play “48 Shades of Brown” by Philip Dean I am playing the part of Chris The monologue takes place after the party when Chris realises that Dan had more luck with girls than him. He just wakes up and goes through his experience at the party with girls and contemplates his situation. (Sleeping and then wake up, slowly standing up) (Yawn)

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and tryna freeze your brain But whenever it's pain, that feeling forever remain We can't believe what we can't see and reality seems stronger than prayer because you tried to change your life, and now you live in a wheelchair And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care at the tender age of twelve, and you feel that no one cares Searching for answers, that's human nature, you ain't in the wrong Just know, when you feeling that way his spirit's in the room I watched people I know pray and catch the Holy

A body landed on top of her and it had the ugliest face she had ever seen. It had bright mauve skin and bloodshot eyes. Then as she stared into its face, it smiled to reveal a gummy grin. There was an obnoxious stench coming from its mouth, and when Clemmie took a whiff, it smelt of rotten...

“Before I end this I want to say there was one person in my life who never expected a thing from me in return for their friendship. Sally, my neighbor was always there for me, but was never meddlesome or tried to kiss up to me in any way, even though she knew about my wealth. Sally gets two million dollars to do with as she pleases and ask her to personally assist the shelter and hospital in any way possible,” Mary said.