Harrison's Monologue

Daniel's eyes didn't move away, his face still holding it's confused look, until Sophia spoke.

Forty years is a long time, long enough to deprive a person of any connection to the real world. I mean those cars, machines, children crying… I just couldn’t get used to them. Sometime I feel I’m standing in the eye of hurricane, the noises whipping around me like a gale. It’s a terrible thing to live in fear. All I’m doing is just lying here, smoking, unable to sleep. I look up and see old Brooks’s world from the beam, he gave up. That makes me more scared. He couldn’t cope with the real world, so he decided to release himself totally. Well, I guess I have become institutionalized like Brooks as, I can’t feel

The faint echo of screams. The crunching of leaves under footsteps, getting faster with every exhale. A drum, beating from within. Thoughts clouded with realisation of the truth and the lies which have prevented it from surfacing amongst the chaos. The girls are all frauds! Murderers!

FORBIDDEN...YES PLEASE! Read it in one sitting and every page I turned made me, even more, anxious. I fell in love with Spencer the British hottie and the sweet Kat. It's packed with mesmerizing and sizzling romance in its unique way.

Dr. Hastings runs over and sedates Wilbur again. Wilbur falls back asleep. There is a buzzing on Dr. Hastings phone. DR. HASTINGS Ugh!

Hello!! I know this might be a surprise, but since it is always you who sends the letters I figured it was my turn to attempt to write a letter as good as the ones you write to me. S you probably expect me to do it in one of many boy bands that I I listen to, but I'm going to do it on Alexander Hamilton. You are probably wondering “Why Hamilton?”, well you see I listened to the Hamilton Soundtrack (it's a Broadway show) and I learned a lot and I thought he was really cool. So I decided to share this new interest from mine with you. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy the letters you send me.

Gone. My beloved Bess is gone. No longer living, lifeless and cold. She is gone. I am no longer able to give her the prize that still rests in my pocket of my velvet coat, yearning to be opened to see her beautiful black eyes light up with joy. I just wanted to see her smile glow in the yellow gold light, but it cost her a life. My Bess, I already miss everything about her. From the way she ever so elegantly plaited a love-knots into her luscious, long black hair, to the way she made me feel. My arms are restless, longing for her little body, missing the way her beautiful body perfectly rested in my arms. Why did she do it?

This document is tittle speech to governor William henry Harrison at Vincennes it was writing in1810 by Tecumseh an Indian chief.

“Krista, you might want to come in here and see this!” Jane shouted from the living room of her sister’s home after having just turned on the television set. “Your son is on TV.”

I can’t comment about it, because I don’t know what Luis has said about me. However I believe Luis wanted Siller to believe that Luis is the victim, no me.

Doctor, I told you he would come. Edward is most happy to stay home with me. He is completely devoted to me unlike his father, who is traipsing around Australia with his whore.

I was looking through profiles, and came across yours. I like the content of your page, and the way you speak about God and the Bible. It seems sincere. I also like the way you candidly mention some of the weirder things that you’re into. We have a bit in common.

the first time that I see John Henry, I thought that he will be good steel driving, and I was right. He always demostrated a strange love for is hammer, maybe he had a obsession, I don't know, nobody understand his love to the hammer. John Henry said something that I will never forget it; "A mans a man but a machine ain't nothing but a machine." John Henry swung his hammer and it sang against the dril, he just paid attention on his hammer, I was nervous, John Henry asked me all the time how are we doing; and then he taked two hammers, well...That was crazy! One hour later I told him that the machine's drill broken, that they ave to take time to fix up a new one. When I asked him how he felt, he answer me; "I'm feeling like sunrise." He was

I stared in horror – that wall was stained with gruesome blood stains. What the smell was became all too obvious and I felt the need to vomit… that motion put away and forgotten in an instant when the shuffling of feet rustled behind me. Panic. I turned around in a blur, my eyes huge and watering. My stomach stirred in the slightest. A lamp? Indeed, a tall standing lamp radiated a warm light only a few metres in front of me. Was it real or a figment of my abused mind? Curiosity would get the best of me, lending me a tiny spurt of energy to boost me on my feet. Teetering footsteps led me forward cautiously, random tremors reminding me of my weakness. The lamp was close enough to touch, its friendly warmth the only hope in the world to me. Basking in it for some slow seconds, I wondered, maybe there were more things in the room that hadn’t been revealed to the naked eye? Turning sharp on my heel, I let out a blood curdling screech as I came face to face with the most horrific thing I had ever seen. Huge fly-like eyes took in my paling complexion, and a lopsided smile of stinking razor sharp teeth mocked me. Rancid skin that looked like the algae layer that sat upon a swamp bubbled and oozed, trickling down a sharply shaped ‘face’. Flight or fight reaction chose the obvious option and I turned back again to run. Where, I did not

I was eighth to go. My hands trembled as I walked into the small room. The floor and walls were covered in light blue tile. There was a slight scent of filth and dirty but it was covered up by the overwhelming smell of bleach. There was a woman in a lab coat and two men in scrubs.