Frank Vant 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.

Leaves crunched under my feet as I ran from the police officer. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied a set of rectangular eyes on a porch. I ran to the door and knocked. “Trick or treat!” A hand reached out and placed a handful of candy corn in my bag. Soon my brother caught up, light from the full moon reflected off his plastic badge. Reaching in my bag I found grabbed some interesting feeling triangular candies and popped them in my mouth. Tonight my candy corn addiction had started.

It’s them sycamores I remember. An’ the river, runnin’ deep and green, tinkling jus’ like the way Aunt Clara’s house keys used to when she was out on the porch about to unlock the front door. I’d hide my mouse in my pocket whene’er I heard them jinglin’ keys, because Aunt Clara ne’er liked ’em rodents hangin’ around her house. I was a smart boy, I really was.

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout All a nigga hear is my chains clinkin' back and forth right now, nigga Fuck with me Why the fuck you so opinionated? Sayin' how you do it but they ain't did it, baby

The beginning I lived in a little town in texas only having 250 residence and i was one of them just at the beginning my adulthood and I finished school just 3 years back. I had life going great until that night when I died and it was all caused by my rival “Willy Morgan” when he came to my house looking for a fight and i gave it to him it was a fist fight it was the brawl of the century until Willy took out a knife when i saw the knife I quickly grabbed a glass bottle and whacked him right on the cheekbone causing a deep cut on his cheek, blood dripped on the floor boards he was furious he stabbed me once in the heart and it was over. Now that i’m a ghost I’ve dedicate my whole life to haunt Willy Morgan and that’s just what i’m going to do

My name is Mayella Ewell. I belong to the lowest of the low amongst the whites in Maycomb. I grew up in a poor family and never received any proper education. The only I have is probably being white. My dad and I want to have a better life, but dad doesn’t want to put any effort into doing so. My mom died when I was young and I became a surrogate wife for my dad. I wish I could have gone to school, but I have to take care of my children. My dad loves to go out and drink for the whole day. When he comes home, he often drunk and this is when he would rape me.

Once the ride was over we went to other games because the place was about to close so we just played a couple of games. We were about to leave, but we had to do something. Once we did it, we lost the boys we looked everywhere. We saw the cop again and he sent out an amber alert and looked for the boys my mom went to the front and they were there I was so scared.

“What do you think of it, Mr. Jennison?” An about fifty-year-old neighbor, Mr. Lawrence, spoke to me as he looked around the suddenly empty storage room.

From a very young age I’ve experienced and seen many unbelievable things, things that no child should ever see nor go through. One of these memories I remember as if it happened yesterday took place when I lived with my mother and her boyfriend. This man who I believed was kindhearted letting us move from our trailer into his apartment would go to be a person seared into my mind through fear and pain. After a few weeks he would start abusing my mother on a regular bases the same way he did to me. One night, he started striking my mother and even though I knew what could happen to me, I found the strength and tried to intervene.

Today was the worst day of my life. The boys in the bunkhouse decided that my old girl had lived long enough. They took her from me in the night and put her down. There was utter silence for the longest time and then I heard a shot in the distance. I would have happily taken her spot as this world just doesn’t have a lot to offer for me anymore. I knew she was getting old and had trouble getting around but that was my baby. And they just took her away like she didn’t even matter. The boy’s said I could pick any of Slim’s dog’s to replace my old girl, but I don’t think I have the time or the patience. We got a couple new ranch hands today, George and Lennie they seem nice enough, George is definetly the brains of that duo and what Lennie lacks

My name is Jimmy Nguyen and I have previously volunteered at Toronto Pearson's Runway Run during kit pickup. As I am entering university this fall and am in the process of applying for scholarships, I was wondering if it would be possible for you to provide a reference letter for me? I understand if you cannot provide one, please just let me know. I appreciate you taking your time to read this email in any case, thank you.

Severe storms nor death can against me! I’m the one and only Tybalt Capulet, also the invincible and sacred, well-known as Juliet’s cousin. I persistently protect the name of the Capulets, but simultaneously have an eternal hate to the Montagues. I’m my own ruler and I don’t need anyone to tell me what to do and this goes directly to my uncle, Lord Capulet.

The name is Frank Greene and I live in the wonderful New York City. Right now I’m sitting here at Lou’s bar celebrating New Year Eve with a brandy. I’ve lived here my whole life, except when Uncle Sam decided he needed me in Vietnam right out of high school. You may ask what use the army has for a 6 foot tall, average white guy from Manhattan, who had no applicable skills. They sent me straight to infantry with the rest of the draftees. I eventually got injured and was sent home with an incurable limp.

Contrary to the litany of expectations that he had been disciplined to embrace and practice since his earliest years, Daphne was responsible for the abrupt change for the eldest son of Hedrick and Mathilda Formonsus. The boy was raised to expect nothing out of life but solitary achievement, power, and wealth and was more than surprised by the joy he felt after meeting Daphne, his next-door neighbour, a girl he was forbidden to have dealings of any kind, even neighbourly courtesies. He was not allowed to express the lowliest of pleasantries to any human being because his father believed it would mar his character by making him think that there were other people who were as good as the Formonsus family. The truth is that the Formonsus family

This is me, Mandy. I’m a twelve-year-old girl. I have brown hair always in pigtails. Sadly, I’m an orphan because when I was two, my parents thought I wasn’t good enough for them. But look on the bright side, I’m in a cool, small orphanage with the manager, Ms. Lomesto, in charge. I actually made these cool two friends Lisa and Betty, but they aren’t that right for me because they always want to sneak out of the orphanage. I’m not smart like them, so it doesn’t work. Anyway, my dream is to go to the Fun Fair because of the cotton candy, the games, and the prizes! But that will never happen because we can’t escape the orphanage.