En Journey Monologue

It changes everytime you ask. Some say it was a virus, others say it was god punishing us for our sins. At least that’s what the people on the news say. All I know is that the dead are walking among us. I’ve seen people I used to know attack and eat innocent people. Everyday I see my dad walking among them, wishing there something i could have done. I couldn’t bring myself to kill one of the only people i’ve loved. He attacked me but i managed to fight him off and i’ve been held up in my house ever since. It’s a small house, nothing fancy, in a small town near Chicago called Glenview. Everyday I think about my half brother that lived in New York with his mom. After my dad and his mom split I didn’t think life could get any worse, I was

A pair of dark lavender eyes split open as a young man startles awake with a gasp of frigid air entering his lungs. His body is aching and burning as if he has been running for miles without rest. "Where am I?" the man rasps out in between a huge gulp of air. He looks to his surroundings and sees the shadows cast by the morning light spreading over the many bodies littering the ground around him.

You run, stumbling over roots and rocks, terrified out of your mind. You cannot think, and your breath comes in stutters. Your instincts tell you to hide, to try to outrun the being that is ravaging the corpses of your fallen comrades. You do not know where you are going, but your brain and your body are screaming at you to GO AWAY RUNRUNRUNRUNRUN so you do.

I choke on laughter at her suggestion. How in hell could she possibly think that I would agree and go with her and Diego the Brazilian bull-dozer that ripped our family apart to live with in fucking Argentina?

Upon the clearing of the smoke, the scene of a gruesome battle appears. Furniture haphazardly toppled over; shattered glass daring anyone to step foot on the floor; clothes strung out everywhere. At one glance one might think that this was the work of a robber; but upon closer inspection, it is realized that nothing of monetary value has been stolen. The scene shifts to earlier that evening where a party was in full swing. The smell of alcohol seeping into every piece of fabric in the room. The sound of loud music vibrating the very core of every living person within hearing distance. There is an immense amount of people crammed into the tiny living room and red, plastic cups scattered throughout the house. All throughout the kitchen they lay; the trash can filled to the brim with these traitorous cups. The red appearing to be the color of hell fire, calling the sinners to

Once upon a time in waverly ohio with a friend of mine named George. And we where at his house playing “ Elder Scrolls “ we stopped and all the sudden he says

If you're having relationship problems, don't ask me because I'm going to give it to your straight and raw.  I've seen it time and time again where people are just disgusted with their partner and they come to me for advice but leave madder than they came. (haha)

Prologue ‘Famine. War. Children who die on the streets. Death. Ever since the war; water, food, shelter and any other necessity you can think of.

I run through the darkness, the rustling of leaves beneath my shoes, and the whispers of my friends penetrating the silence, that hangs around us like a fog. Above us, the moon gleams like a jewel, a single, watchful eye peering down on us, from the infinite black. We have been running for a while, inexorably, through the brambles, as nimble as cats. We reach the fence. Cold, and intimidating, it looms above us. Slowly, one by one, we begin the treacherous descent, down the muddy slope, holding the fence; our fingers grasp the cold, metal wires, desperately trying not to fall. Our eyes are filled with terror at the sight before us, as we reach the bottom… A tiny plank stretches across the river; a churning, raging torrent of water.

"Right. There's been too much drama. We all need our rest," he said, holding back the impulsive yawns, all the while his brain working on a capture and kill scenario.

In your eyes yet not able to see but still able to understand. Look to the past, not future, it's went way too far. We've skipped, we've ran, but go back and walk slowly, nicely. Don't miss a thing!

Have you heard of the story of Life and Death? It’s quite interesting is some may say. Life and Death were forbidden lovers. It is said that Life would send presents to Death, it would take many years for Death to receive this gifts. The gifts Life sent would come alive, each going through different adventures and journeys.

While we have it all, children are being hurt and dying because of our stupid differences and hateful views. This little boy has no idea of what's going on around him, his beautiful mind is so innocent, and unaware. He doesn't know he lives in a cold and evil world. While we are so ungrateful for everything we have, there's people dying, there's people waking up to a nightmare, there's people without a home, there's people living in the middle of a war zone, but yet we're constantly complaining. No child deserves to know that our World is just a living hell as such a young age. I see this child and all I could think is what if it was my son and not him. I see him and I just would like to do everything I could to take away all his

Chicken, yeah I’ll show you chicken. In case you haven’t been stalking me as of fifteen seconds ago, I was just dared to go hit on this girl because I may or may not have been checking her out. I mean what do you want me to do she is pretty attractive. Taking my stroll over to the beautiful girl’s table, I definitely began to have second thoughts. Moving closer and closer I could see every bit of detail in her hair, her skin, everything. She had a face of an angel. I was definitely having second thoughts I should probably retreat or just run far far far away. As I looked back the guys were watching like a hawk watches its prey. Well you probably heard Scottie’s point of view on her well the book is pretty popular. Anyway this ain't about him this is about me. Wow that sounds very self centered of me to say but this is my story. Either way I just walked over to her and well I did feel something weird, almost as if my legs were vibrating and well bad things happened. I almost threw up, however I resisted the urge to regurgitate all over the floor and become the laugh of the year. Well luckily no body fluid came out of me. Well, this was a situation I did not enjoy being in I made a noise that sounded something like hello, did I fool you no, look I am not Scottie I can talk to girls. I simply said, “Hi, do you know me? I think we have chemistry together?” You get the word play there, no, well she did. She actually laughed at my terrible joke. I had finally won an Olympic gold

This World I turn, my emotions overwhelming me. It really kills me, what I see. I see hatred and chaos spread everywhere, Not a single drop of love left to spare.