Evening Moonlight Monologue

The name of the English filmmaker, Terence Davies, is associated with rigor and formalism, which are well patent in the strong period dramas “The House of Mirth” and “Deep Blue Sea” from 2000 and 2011, respectively. In between them, in 2008, he set out the meditative documentary “Of Time and the City”, a poetic homage to his birthplace (Liverpool), which received general critical acclaim. With the rustic drama, “Sunset Song”, an adaptation of Lewis Grassic Gibbon's 1932 novel of the same name, Mr. Davies’ methods don’t change and the same directorial sharpness is applied, enhanced by the outstanding production values.

Soft moonlight lit the land and sea kindly, almost as if it were giving gentle kisses. It kissed the sea and the waves it formed, it kissed the drowsy ship which laid on said water, it kissed the sand the waves lapped at, it kissed the grassy cliff above the shore, and it kissed the girl who slept on said cliff.

“For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection on her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.”

I floated back to where I left her, knowing that in my heart this was the moment of a lifetime. As I took her face in my hands and kissed her sweet cheeks and said, “Lizzy my sweet Lizzy, will you marry me”? She whispered as she said “yes I will marry you my dearest Montresor”. I swept my future bride off her

Home is a four-letter word reserved for a special place in our hearts for the memories that are invoked as you look back through time. These warm memories when desperately lonely is where the term “home sick” drieves from. Although, not all homes bring warm, fuzzy feelings.

The beautiful woman had brought me to her home it was small and cute in a way it made me feel great to see this home in such a dark scary place though i still felt uneasy she seemed nice but so did the flower.Though i saw the house it was still very far

In between these moments, she catches a glance from the window, and your eyes meet. She holds your stare long enough to ascertain recognition, and quietly drags the curtains close. You stare blankly at the yellow walls, the brown pillars that hold them erect, the drawn curtains that would forever divide you. Between your fingers, the car engine gears up, and you turn your heart away from her. You reach into your soul and find her there—leaving—fully

Two teenagers ran down the coastline, never stopping. The golden sun reflected off the girl’s hair making it look like a cascade of gold. Her lithe body flew quickly over the sand, leaving the boy to chase after her. He finally caught up and wrapped his arms around her waist. They stumbled through the sand until they collapsed, her on top of him. They rolled through the sand, their laughter that rippled through the ocean was heard by the moon herself. They finally stopped, him on top of her this time. They stayed like that, their breathing ragged. They looked at each other like someone would look at the greatest thing on Earth. It was a look filled with passion and love. They kissed and it was so full of love that they didn’t stop until the sun was gone and the moon met the ocean. They lay looking up at the stars, holding hands and talking all through the night. It felt to them like time had stopped and they were stuck in that moment. The next morning, they were awakened by the shrill sound of a ringing phone. The girl rolled over and answered

They had met for a week and quickly fell for each other even though they struggled to communicate. Therefore, her broken heart was being mended, exactly what she meant with this travel. While the sun was setting she took one last glance at the breathtaking landscape, next she felt the hit. When she awoke her belongings were gone; mortified by what had happened, she could only cry. Desperately, she went to town and knocked

“Every morning I lay on the floor in the front parlour watching her door. The blind was pulled down to within an inch of the sash so that I could not be seen. When she came out on the

As day creeps into the night my thoughts return to her, the memories we have made in the moments as few as they are already seems like it has been longer than what is. The beauty that is instilled within in her is more precious than a porcelain doll. Yet unbreakable by the events of the past that has shaken her to her roots. She still stands strong as the mighty redwoods. No disease from a man will ever bring her down. Many has tried n many has failed with the only success had was by her becoming stronger. She is like a never ending bloom of a rose.

It was so dark when I opened my eyes, but I knew I was suddenly

As i drive down the road every song was like another stab to the heart. I turn it off. I drive in silence. I stop at the local gas station to get some gas, as I walk in the cashier greets me with a fake smile. It's fake like mine. I walk up to him and say "twenty on pump seven" in the back ground I heard someone say my name. I freeze up, the voice sounds to familiar. The voice is deep and raspy. As I turn slowly fearing that I might be right. As I took my last step around I stood there frozen because there he stood. Tall, looking down at me with that smile. He grabbed my hand told me "meet me tonight at my house, seven o'clock." He walked away I stood there in shock debating weather I wanted to show or not. As I got ready for the night I tried to brace myself for what might happen. As I pull into the drive way I take a deep breath. I walk up to the front door and there a note was it read " hello beautiful, open your heart as you walk to the back yard for I am about to fall in love with you all over again!" With my eyes filling with water I walked around to find a beautiful backyard lit

The moon rise and night fall always brought dreams of holding her, I love her

I stood in the pale yellow light of my garage as I heard those words fall softly from distant lips.