Hoo Monologue

How dare he? I thought he knew me better. I thought I knew Roo after seeing him for 17 long years, I thought he would know by now that I DO NOT want to get married! All of those lay-off seasons wasted, all because Roo decided to propose. Stupid Roo, why did he have to wreck everything? It makes me think… does he even know me? Wouldn’t you think that over the years he would know that I don’t want to be a silly house wife like Pearl was before her husband passed away. I’m not like Nancy and Pearl, I want to live my life, not be tied to a man until I die. Marriage, I can’t believe he proposed the idea of marriage to me that stupid Roo. Why can’t things go back to the way they used to be? With Roo and Barney flying down south like a pair of eagles (Act II, Scene I, Page XLVIII) every year for the lay off season. Those 5 months of the year they come down are the best months of my life, until

I’m a pale imitator of a boy in the sky With a cap in his hand and a knot in his tie I’m the light in the mall when the power is gone The shadow in the corner, just playin’ along I’ma lay right in my bed, I’m rolling aside But if I get a car, I’m roamin’ to rob Because I know if I ever chill of livin’ to you You’ve got a volunteer, and you don’t know what to do You’d stop

Hello, i’m that person who always starts a story by introducing everybody, and today I will introduce a beautiful place that sparkles like a diamond, Crystal City. A happy place where almost no darkness or rudeness is happening, almost, there is one mammal who wants to use the city’s power crystals to his advantage, and take over the land. This is a story about the two heroes who save the city, “Hey Firedog, why do you keep putting the doorknobs back into the doors, you know how I feel about them”, said Thundercat, she’s a teal cat who has electric powers and is a superhero, she is also as furry as a poodle,

Yet you only found rot and an empty heart, I hope you feel my sin

I will ask Tracey, as she has the bigger car, then we can both meet you at the station where Sylvia and I dropped you off last year,as for your brother I am actually looking forward to meeting him, of course Dan as well.

“Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave?” by English poet Thomas Hardy was published on September 27, 1913. In this deliberative poem, Hardy uses a dialogue form to carry out the story of a deceased woman who is wondering who the “digger” of her grave is and desiring that someone she love is missing her. Finally, through a devastating disappointment it turns out that the “digger” was only her dog burying its bone. Though out the poem, Thomas Hardy’s uses a humorous tone to depict the theme of “No love or hate outlasts death” that everyone eventually will be forgotten after time; with personification, repetition, irony and symbolism, Hardy effectively created a somber, disappointed and negative view on human state.

"Little Miss Florence, hold your knives with bliss. Don't let your heart falter, don't grimace at hell. Open your eyes, open your arms, open your mind to the death of a thousand men."

n innocent man decided to go for a morning stroll to the cafe to get a cup of tea; while walking there he was stopped in his tracks by a hory looking man who asked him where he was going. After answering him by saying to get a cup of tea the man then yelled in fury ‘oh so you’re going to be fancy now’ and beat him senseless and left him to bleed to death on the side of the street. A teacher who taught r.e to students at sunday school was walking to work. when he saw the man he thought to himself ‘lucky that ain’t me’ and crossed the street to the other side and began to walk faster worried that something might also happen to him. Then a person walking to church saw the man suffering, went up to him and asked ‘oi you alright bro” and after not getting a response he just walked off muttering ‘bloody honky”.

As I sit here as a soon to be senior, I still can hear the words my mom screamed at me the day I had announced I was gay! But this wasn't the first time I tried to come out but this was the worse. I had come out many times but been pushed back into the closet because of my her in denial.

So my friend was at my house, and we got bored. So we tried hacking into my friends (a boy) accounts on email. So instead, we decided to make a screen name where he wouldn't know. It was something like a hobo or sommething, like, imahobo or something, and so when he got on, we started talking to him. He got really freaked out and then we started haunting him with stuff we knew about him. He got really creeped out and for the next week he was never online again and he wasn't very talkitive. He told me how the "imahobo" man started talking to him and creeping him out, and we would try to hold back laughing. He still doesn't know that it was us. Now we are almost enemies; well, i find him as an enemy but he likes

Searing pain overcomes his hand. The insentient cement wall absorbs another powerless blow. Blood drips from his knuckles’ newly formed cut. However, he isn't fazed by the aching hand. His brown eyes’ stare seeming almost broken, yet filled with fear. A silence surrounds the stage like London fog, making it hard to breathe. The once faithful brown eyes have now dissolved into gushing tears, releasing the fear, the pain, and the complete brokenness. However, this feeling will always remain centered . He will never forget his crime... The lights slowly fade, beams are holding onto every bit of light as if it's life or death. Nobody except left on the stage.

Well… this is how I honestly feel Jada your the one I think of in the morning when I wake up , at night before I go to sleep . Idk what point I'm really trying to make . I just wanted to let you know your my baby❤️ , my princess , my world  . Although I may not express how I feel all the time that's how I feel about you and I never wanna lose you and I want you to know that . TBH I guess what I'm just trying to say is I love you and I want you to be mines  cause for once in my life I realized that I've made a huge dumbass mistake and that was letting you go ik I mentioned this before but now looking back I see that I didn't notice what I had until another nigga got it I was very dumb . Now I don't know how you really feel about getting

Looking back, it didn’t seem like anything significant. So we kept a journal? Big deal. For as long as I’ve known her, really known her, we’ve been sharing our poetry, our thoughts, and our feelings. It made sense to combine them. We tell each other everything. We document every important moment of our lives. It’s not a big deal to us. But to other people, our journals tell a story. A story of 2 girls, searching for themselves; trying to figure out who they are.

I am here to tell you a story. A story to torture your thoughts and make you think twice above all. A story of woe. A story about the great Edgar Allan Poe and how I stuck by his side throughout the endless circles of despair. It’s quite unthinkable and unimaginable to believe that we cats are the exactly same as humans consciously. I’m known as an outsider. I’m one of the misunderstood creatures mistakenly created in the eyes of everyone. Edgar was also misunderstood and wanted nothing more than for someone to understand him. I’ve been following Allan all over for as long as I can remember. In the early years of the 1800’s in Boston Edgars mother had died from tuberculosis by the time he reached three. Though for Edgar’s father had left the family early in his life. The remaining few of his family was picked apart and greeted into different homes. They were torn away from the only few people they knew. Poe and me were

Ding da ding ding ding. Dah dah dah do dah do do do. Ring ting ting. My paradise is rudely interrupted by the dreadful alarm clock noise on my phone. I slowly open my heavy eyes to that awful noise.