Fish Monologue

The scene starts off by Spongebob and Patrick screaming as they are being pulled out of the fish tank they are being held captive in. The scuba-diver, Spongebob and Patrick in hand, marches over to a table lit with a lamb, each step thumbing across the wooden floor. Spongebob and Patrick, the lamps intense heat bearing down on them, begin to sweat and dry up. The scuba-diver laughs menacingly. He then proceeds to take a book and close the door to the bathroom. As they lay in the gift shop, shriveling up from the heat of lamp, Spongebob and Patrick realise that they have made it to Shell City. Overcome with joy, they began to sniffle and a single tear forms in an eye from both. Spongebob and Patrick sing as loud as they can, “I’m a goofy goober,

I’m going to let the creature come after you. Perhaps you could be part of my study of the thing. Would you die? Most likely. Remember, I did say I’m the only survivor. I think there’s a reason for that. Someone has to put the creature in the books. That’s what I’ll call it. The Creature. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? Now, don’t you start calling me crazy. I assure you, my dear, I am completely sane. I just need another victim. One more and I’m sure I could find some kind of connection. And then, I would be able to stop The Creature before it could attack again! Wouldn’t that be

Hi, my name is Lauren and I believe that I am your biological granddaughter. I realize that my Mom tried to contact you in the past and you said that you did not want contact but I wanted to try and contact you myself. If you don't want to talk to me that is fine as well, just respond with no or no thanks

I went to the Amalfi coast for kayaking and it was amazing! Sunshine reflects over crystal blue sea beautifully. I’m so burned out and my arms will be sore tomorrow. It’s been three months since I last saw you and missed you already. I know I have not had a chance to email you back sooner. I have met passionate professors and they are wonderful! I always wish you were here, we can have fun together. I’ve traveled to Florence, Venice, Sardinia, Milan, Naples and now I’m going to Rome soon. I’m too excited to see the coliseum in person for the first time! People here are so friendly and we become good friends.

There’s nothing I can do to make you see differently. I’m like you. I have arms, feet, five fingers on each hand, and feelings. But you don’t seem to understand that and I’ve just given up on trying to get you to understand. The worst part of all this, is she doesn’t understand I’m here to protect her, I’m not a “deformity”. I live inside my host and appear when needed the most, yet to the outside world, I’m just a burden; wanted by nobody. But what can I do? You know it's natural to feel afraid...to be scarce. That’s why I’m here. I protect you from harm, help your body defend against danger or to avoid it. I’m the medicine that eases your pain and reliefs your suffering. If you don’t believe me, whatever then. If you want me to be a monster,

The pearl, in my opinion, was not evil, it was bait. It lured bystanders in as a test. It reminds be of the trails to get to heaven; it was made to entice the greedy and selfish so they may be punished. Those who can keep away the destructive thinking of power and riches get rewarded. It was a standard to leech out the sinners.

I’m currently a seagull, since I’m lazy, creative, and loud. I’m lazy because almost every weekend I barely move and I sleep almost the whole weekend. Not to mention I’m a pro at procrastinating, and waiting until the last second to do homework and projects. I’m creative because if you didn’t know I really like to draw and I have to be creative to do that. Lastly, I’m loud because when I’m around my friends I’m very, very loud. (teachers you wouldn’t know this.).

“Australians all let us rejoice, for we are young and free” I lulled the words over in my mind as I stared out at the bulga (mountains) from inside my car. The view of the mountain range was captivating beyond expression- the mellow, yellow rays of the setting guwing (sun) shed a soft light over the beautiful landscape. Clear grassy plains contrasted with the dense green shrubbery of the bush, this was my nura (country)- I loved it. Into the opening stumbled a young gubba (white man). He carried a rifle and prowled the area waiting for a dingu (dingo) to hop past.

to accept it, this is my eternity, i'd stay here forever and ever. I guess this is it, my whole life and it's all wasted. I wonder if I could have done anything different, maybe be kinder, give to the poor, I don't know. I'll never get married or have children.

Hi my dear friend x Hope you are ok and are having a nice week. It is rainy today and the temperature got down several degrees here, after of so many days so hot, at last, the rain and a little of cold arrived. I would have liked to write to you before, Ken, especially because since days ago I am thinking of you had to visit your doctor again this week, if I don't reckon wrong, and well, to tell you that I hope all is well with you.

Steadily gaining line on this mysterious fish as the line begins to lose slack a sign that the fish is coming to the surface, I race against time to regain slack and keep tension on him. The bass breaks the surface as it propels itself into the air while shakings its bucket mouth vigorously desperately trying to shake the hook. It dives back down as I continue to crank down on the reel. The flash sun's me, the fish surfaces exhausted. I anxiously snatch my net and swoop underneath the bass. It hopelessly flops around desperately trying breath. I pin it down and surgically remove the hook that was lodged in the back of its throat. Carefully grasping the basses lip I lay it horizontally against the measuring tape, 17 ½ inches, a very healthy fish with a substan clay belly on it. I take a few actions shots blinding the fish with my flash, dunking its head underneath the water brings life rushing through its body as it vigorously propels himself back under meanwhile covering me with fish slime and mucky lake

The couple sits on their couch in the living room of their large two story home, they moved into early in the summer, newly built, beautifully decorated. Both staring at their flat screen T.V watching pictures of their son flash across the screen with tears in their eyes.

I was pretty hungry that afternoon, thought I would find something to eat outside of the cave. All I was expecting to find was a couple of clown fish, maybe a sea horse if I’m lucky, but never this thing!! I don’t even know what to call it, it was long, all black, and there were constantly bubbles coming out of it back. It had flippers and really big eye balls.

Suzy McHullivan was a cheerful young girl with braids as long as the sun’s rays. She gracefully strolled around in a beautiful, fluffy, and pale blue dress. Lucky for her, she was friends with Johnny Hudson, the son of Captain Henry Hudson of England. Johnny wore a hat as furry as a mother bear’s cub, and a coat made out of splendid material. Captain Hudson, or Mr. Hudson as Suzy called him, always dressed to look as a king. Suzy and Johnny were on an adventure of a lifetime, with Mr. Hudson holding the ship’s wheel.

The excitement begins to rise as the first cast draws nearer. The motor is prepared for take-off and the key is placed in the ignition. The engine turns over and the huge motor roars. The sleek boat accelerates rapidly and speeds toward the first fishing spot of the day. In a matter of minutes, the powerful boat glides into the fishing spot. The anticipation of catching a fish becomes almost unbearable. The fishing poles are grabbed quickly out of the rod lockers, and lures are tied onto the end of the fishing line. Moments later, the sound of a lure splashing into the water can be heard from the boat. The real adventure has just begun.