Gunman Monologue

The light was as bright as the sun and I could feel my retinas burning. In the back i could hear a slight beeping sound almost like it was graphing my heart beat. I heard voices, “Scalpel.” “I’m going to make the first incision now....” And then nothing, the voices stopped and i was back in my own head. I was startled by a falling sensation, as i was thrown into an even colder room. The light in here was dimmer, but it was still blinding. I crawled over to giant metal door and punched it and screamed for them to let me out. I needed to finish my work, my whole reputation depended on it. In a few

It was a beautiful morning with two of my greatest loves I drank a cup of coffee strong just how I liked it .The Smell of eggs, bacon and potatoes filled the air . I was happy, but not as happy as other people My job was horrible I was in debt and there was nothing that could cheer me up. Except the smile on my daughters face . It was a usual morning my daughter Sophie playing with our dog dexter and him slobbering all over her face. Then Suddenly the lights go out and saw my daughter and wife taken away by men in dark tuxedos and I was tied to a chair and saw a strange man in a shadow he told . Nice morning we are having aren't we Joe I replied sure it was just wonderful before you came, he laughed I was worried and thought hard were my family went He caught me day dream and screamed he said Joe I am here for only one reason to inform you that you are recruited to the superhero secret service academy and you are not to say a word you will learn how to become a superhero and protect the citizens of the world

Daniella Owusuwaah Ashley Dunn THE 191: Section K 28, April 2015 Avenue Q: Sesame Street Meets South Park Avenue Q is a laugh-out-loud, fast moving musical that is an adult version of Sesame Street that address racism, pornography, homophobia, and the parable of finding one’s purpose in life through satirical songs. On Friday, April 17, I saw Miami’s production of Avenue Q directed by Ms. Saffron Henke at the Gates-Abegglen Theatre. This unique show uses puppets as a shield to explore issues that are often hard and sensitive to talk about; it’s easy to talk about racism when it’s through a puppet. I believe that the goal of Miami’s production of Avenue Q was to present and educated to the community and the students about issues such as

I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything.

Well, here I am. I’m at Yokeman Regional Medical Center. Thanks to the skull fracture and the sprain on my leg, I’ll be here for a bit. They gave me just the right amount of pain medication so it’s just a numbing feeling. I’m expected to do some physical therapy for a bit after the release me. I feel fine, relieved actually that this is all over. It’s been four days since that horrible night where my old science teacher tried to kill me. Speaking of which, I had a nice talk with my mom about her past this morning, and how it almost got me killed. Now, she refuses to leave my side. Randy is in jail, not the local jail, he got transported to the big house in Phoenix. The rotting corpses, and the bodies from the old church, only one of them died, but it was all overdose. Randy was growing the mushrooms in the church and giving them out to the people who were willing enough to join his little cult. He created that cult in memory of Robin, not the one he killed, but the one he remembered from High School. You

I threw my arm out in fear and tried to block every hit. I remember just yelling and screaming but no one was coming to help me, only because I was a black man. I was laying on the ground as the trooper walked away from me, he walked away as if he was done with me. I saw his face before everything was blurry, he was wearing a gas mask, but I couldn't believe what was coming next. There was a bang and what sounded like hissing snakes as everything got blurry. It was tear gas. There were screams and cries all accompanied with smacks and kicks. I couldn't imagine what was going on I could only think how thankful I was that my beating was finally over. I stay laid on the ground as all the sounds got quieter and quieter and everything grew dark.

Out of frustration, he fires the gun. The bullet hits me in the left shoulder towards my chest. It feels like being badly burnt, that's way to put it. I wince as it throbs painfully. Jackie screams at the top of her lungs. I fall over on the ground to look like he gave me a pernicious wound. I could latently die.I'm lying on the velvet carpet , bleeding and all that runs throughout my mind is the same words. Crap, I really liked this shirt. I'm wearing a really cute white halter top now stained with my red DNA juice. I officially hate blood. He, the gunmen (let's call him Steve,) fire six bullets in the air. Steve is now most certainly the most irrelevant person I know. Steve, if you're reading this, you suck and so does your timing. God, everything hurts. I'm just here, waiting to go any minute now and that's when the police and the paramedics

Should I do it? My heart sits in my throat as a man and boy come into view. Distant enough that I can’t make out their faces, but too close for my liking. I’ve been here before. This is not good.

“I see that mirth on your mouth. You’re playing me like a fiddle. You think I don’t know a woman is joking or jiving.”

You restoreth my visage. Yea, tho I walk in the shadow of the valley of wrinkles I feel pretty good.”

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.

You recognised his voice. Few people did, but you did. His voice had fuelled your nightmares since that fateful day in New York. You thought he’d left, for good this time. You were wrong.

It often times whispers loudly in my head. To act tough and to be aggressive when it’s “necessary.” To drown my emotions in myself, Only to become a young man hiding behind a mask. While glaring down at the world like a titan to an ant, Facing my feeble foes with my superficial strength,

Jaevion, Tyler and Glenn are turning out as okay roommates. Ok...so... Tyler and Glenn are okay. Jaevion is something else. He's almost never in the room, always out partying.

The cold room shivered me from my sleep. My body ached as if I’ve been run over by a truck, but my hands and feet are free. I forced myself to move but couldn’t find the strength, with one last thrust, I jerked myself just enough to loosen the mask from around my face. The clean air helped me regain consciousness as I rolled myself off the bed. I stumbled towards the door and opened it slowly only to be thrown back by a large guard in black tactical gear. Lightly dazed from the impact, I played possum for a moment, so the guard can lower his weapon. When he grabbed me from my arm without hesitation, I forcibly yanked him down and constricted my arm around his neck between my bicep and forearm. Then, I tightly compressed with all my power like an anaconda would squeeze his prey before consumption. Finally, the guard stopped moving around and lost all consciousness. I gave his head one final thrust “Crack!” to confirm he won’t move again. I stripped the armored uniform off the guard to disguise myself so I can escape. When I removed my shirt, I noticed a large gash across my body. The gash was bonded together with a clear compound that felt like flesh. At that moment, I realized they left me for the guard to kill.