Frog Monologue

It was a swallowing net and I knew it was futile but I still floundered like Flounder out of the water

Mr. Samuel E. Frog was a great man. From the morning of October 15, 1927 to April 29, 2017, Mr. Frog has always inspired others by saying that they could be whomever they wanted to be. He was one of the rare amphibians you could really depend on and trust. He was constantly supporting each and every one of his children’s dreams, no matter how big or unrealistic.

It look like a fish but it has two legs. This monster is a curiosity. No one knows what it really is.It should be a fish that grows on the seafloor.They are have foot.The world has monsters just legend, but why there is a real monster?Monsters only in legends and fairy tales, but in earth has a monster!This no one believes there is a monster, but the monster wounding, but the data show that it does not harm humans.What if it was just a new species?strange, how would the world have the monster?Two zoologists were called in to make a professional evaluation of the creature.They agreed that this was some unknown species of animal.It have two feet, two leg,

Mark Twain’s “ The Celebrated Jumps Frog of Calaveras County” created a lot of figurative language using his details that structured the folktale. The author Mark Twain gots the readers a real feel of the 1800’s with the figurative language he used in the story, it really gives the readers a visual of the setting and the events that are occurring throughout the whole story. Twain was incorporating the imagery using the figurative language he was using which keeps the readers engaged in his folktale. An good example of him painting a image in the reader's mind using figurative language is from his story “ The celebrated Jumps Frog” is the line when he says “ He was a different dog; his underjaw’d begin to stick out like to castle of a stream boat and his teeth would uncover, and shine savage like the furnaces.” Twain used this figurative language to describe the way the character Jim Smiley's dog main features of the dog so the reader can have more details and be more knowledgeable of the features the dog has instead of just saying “ it was an ugly dog”. Using the figurative language made it more interesting for the reader to read by incorporating the figurative language really gives the readers great imagery.

You might be wondering why my baby is on the wall. She is one crazy little girl. Her name is Lily Preston and she’s 3 yrs old and loves her duckie named poonie. I’m Dave and i’m 36. It’s just me and lily at the house now. Lily’s mother died when giving birth but I have to stay strong and be the best single father I can be. I had a huge business meeting at work today so I had to hire a babysitter for lily and it’s kinda scary to leave a new stranger in your house with your child alone. The babysitter turns out to be an amazing girl, she is 17, has great education and grades, has a job, can drive, is trustworthy and her name is Amanda. When I got back from work around 5pm, Amanda told me that Lily was playing in her room and that she was leaving.

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.

I remember when we were little kids, me and Banquo would always go to each other house's to play and one day we decided to play outside on a rainy day and we came home with muddy clothes and shoes, we were inseparable. Banquo, the person who we are all here gathered to honor was my best friend since we were both kids and I will never forgot him and always and forever keep him in my thoughts. As I said Banquo and I were inseparable as kids, we did everything together. Banquo and I lived near each other which worked to our benefit since their wasn't a day were we weren't playing soldiers or some other game we would invent. In our prime years we started to play grown up games and tried our best to prove that we were grown ups and not

Today’s the day Fred. You can do this. You know the plan and you can do this. Remember the plan Fred. Firstly, I act nice and casual; ask good ol’ Ken how he’s been maybe? Would that be too obvious? Oh god, I’m over thinking this already. Okay stop, deep breath. Firstly, I’ll make general small talk and ask how he’s been going and maybe I’ll even ask about his dingy so I know how to work the damn thing when I kill him! Kill him? Do I really want this? I mean is this the right time and the right place? What if someone’s out there and sees’ me? Or, or what if it doesn’t go to plan and he survives? I could be put behind bars before I could even make it back to the shore! Oh no here I go again, I’m a nut for even thinking I could do this. But I have to do it. It’s always Ken this and Ken that, don’t I matter too? No, apparently not, there’s never anyone around to see me ever because no one cares about a broke. Now soon to be rich man when I get my hands on his dingy! Why am I so indecisive about this, I can’t kill a man? Especially a good guy like Ken? Oh for Christ’s sake Fred stop thinking about feelings, there are no feelings in this situation.

He pulled up in his red Corvette Salmon shorts and a white v-neck I said wow you know how to dress down for a city guy We headed out to a spot on the lake A couple zip codes and a cup full of bait I could tell pretty fast He had more than just bass on his mind Oh I was fishing he was wishing We were kissing I was getting Madder than a hornet in an old coke can Getting closer sliding over Crowding up my casting shoulder Reaching out and tryna hold my reeling hand

I'm so high I'm in outer space with Captain Picard I'm me everyday, I'm a genius retard Life is like a play, mine was wrote by The Bard Life is like a game, mine is way too hard Like Battletoads or #Contra And it's shocking like #Blanka How a sweet black kid got turned to a monsta

he may be somewhere else he might be outside could he of Been Knocked Up a couple feet in the air

I am danny, I eat eggs, if I poo poo in my bed, I fam fam I like poo poo will get head. If my fam fam don’t love me, there not fam fam, they lee lee. Ifg I said knock knock would you stick a stick up my stick, lol joking im am being lolluy, if you say so I will eat poo poo, but I feel like poo poo no taste gtood, poo pooo like poo poo in a poo poos donkey lonker tickle me please im elmos I like moshi monsters cause im elmo poo poo sausage had can I get sausage please I need it dude like omg please give sausage please poo poo in bumhoel like liter hosen in poo pooo lo lo

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.

I go with Froggy and we chill on his couch drinking Dr. Pepper. We talk about how Celia asked me to the dance and how I gotta pick her up early to go. Then, Froggy says he is thinking about going to the dance too. He tells me that he talked to this girl Monica who he has been crushing on since third grade and figured out she likes him too so he asked if she wanted to go to the dance and she said yes.

As the sun rose over the tanned brick buildings, shooting out its blinding rays across the town. I stood there silently in astonishment as one of the rays of light pierced through the clouds, land on the most beautiful girl I ever seen in my life. She had the body of a goddess, a face of an angel, with a small obsidian shaded tattoo, written “Akio” in a Zapfino styled font. As I slowly paced towards her, I was blinded by a ray of sunlight reflecting off the glass, it was almost like a message from the universe telling me that she was too beautiful for me to have or too good for me to be with. A sudden shiver of anxiousness sent me shuddering to a point where my legs caved in, I couldn’t do it, I simply can’t approach her. She’s too good for