Jack Bones Monologue

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

I left the house to meet up with the gang. Outside the cul de sac, about eight houses away, Ponyboy was sitting on the curb, smoking a cigarette. I yelled, “ Hey Ponyboy!” Ponyboy looked up and saw Johnny. He looked at his big black eyes and said, “ Hey Johnny come over here.” Johnny walked over to where Ponyboy was standing. As he got there, Ponyboy studied him. He looked as if he had lost ten pounds. “ Johnny. Have you lost weight?” Johnny looked surprised and said,” I don’t think so why?” “ I don’t know. You look skinny.” Just then a car full of Socs. jumped out of the car two houses before us. “ Lets run for it.” said ponyboy. They raced across the streets. The Socs. didn’t seem to care about them much for some reason. They went into a house. What were they doing on the west side? Johnny thought.“ I think we better call it a day. My parents need me back now. Also im kinda hungry.” Ok see ya tomorrow Johnny.” When Johnny got back into his house, He already heard the yelling. He ignored the arguing and went into the kitchen. He got some apple juice and accidentally dropped the apple juice container spilling

The Johnny gasped and turned white as a ghost then red with rage. While all of the other boys were looking at the Ponyboy who was drowning, Johnny pulled a knife out of his back pocket, I gasped I knew what he was going to do seconds before he did it. “Wait!” I screamed, but the boy didn’t even acknowledge me. I turned around, I couldn’t watch. This reminded me too much of Yaqui beating me up, but this was different, these boys fought unlike we did. The way we fought it wasn’t killing each other or anything like that, but it was almost worse. Being humiliated in front of the whole school. Both Ponyboy and I got hurt though mine was both mentally and physically. The only other thing that I could see that connected our two lives was that we both fought back. Well actually Johnny fought for Ponyboy, but it’s pretty much the same, in the end the bullies both got what they deserved. No, that’s not true, nobody (even Yaqui Delgado) deserves to die. By the time I turned back around the boys were driving away in their car and the boy who had been killed was slumped on the ground not moving. The other boy; Johnny was helping to pull his friend; Ponyboy out of the water

I, Brom Bones, am pretending to be the headless horseman to run Ichabod Crane out of town. I am dressed in a old military uniform, with my black horse. My head is tucked under my jacket with holes cut in it for eyes. He took the love of my life from me, and I will do anything to get her back no matter what the cost. There is so much rage built up that I don’t know what to do with it, I have never experienced this kind of torture in my heart.

It all started the day I died. I think I should formally introduce myself, My name was Craig Crow and I lived in Alabama on a corn farm with my wife and two beautiful twin sons. We lived in a house with 3 bedrooms and a very small crawl space in the attic. The barn was old with bright red paint and big white sliding doors, we owned 2 horses, one for me and one for my son. The only way for us to get into town was a small green beaten up pickup truck that had been passed down for generations. The house had been passed down just like the truck had been and my whole family is buried here, including my wife and I.

Marcus creeps up, slowly dribbling the ball looking at me like I’m his prey. He shoots.

"Bye mom!" I yell as I walk out the door on my way to school. My mom reminds

I'm going over to Tyler's house today. For the secound time, and this time Matteo will be there, well I think so. He does have a boyfriend, plus it's just a stupid little crush.

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

DudeTacular It killed my family. It was TheBrokenBone! I was 10 so what could I do, I ran. I ran all the way to my house

Nigga touch my gang we gon turn this shit to Columbine Ice on my neck cost me 10 times 3 30, 000 dollars for a nigga to get flee I just hit Rodeo and I spent like 10 Gs I just did a show and spent the check on my mama When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas And I keep like 10 phones, damn I'm really never home All these niggas clones tryna copy what I'm on Nigga get your own, tryna pick a nigga bone Way to Brother Skip, boy I had a good day Metro PCS trapping boy I'm making plays 50 shades of grey, beat that pussy like Hulk Hogan

After leaving Mr.Leroy behind for having a possible heart attack I commenced my journey with a goal of liberating Mr. Leroyś family from slavery. I had to think long and hard about how I was going to get nourishment as well as where I was going to sleep when night approached. It was a very chilly evening and, the sky looked exceedingly dreary as I rode Flap-Jack down the dusty road. It had been about 3 hours since I started riding. Then all of a sudden I heard a loud boom. I muttered under my breath, looks like storms coming our way boy better find someplace where we can stay the night. At that instant, I yanked on the rein that was connected to Flap-Jack’s mouth and turned us both around so that we were heading towards the woods.

Taken from Neil Gaiman’s ‘Don’t Ask Jack’, this extract is a descriptive story focussing on the toy Jack in the box. Narrated in the third person by an unnamed character, the story of Jack takes place in a grand house as a nursery where the toy Jack is stored. Through the voice of the narrator, Gaiman uses a sombre tone from the beginning to the end as children do not play with it and ignore it after they grow up. By utilizing a raft of emotive language, sensory detail and allusion, Gaiman addresses the children attitudes towards the toy Jack and the passing of time. The author uses several declarative statements to emphasis the fact that ‘children don’t play with it’ and sets up the tone for story.

“I dare you and your stupid friends to stay the night in the Manson Mansion,” Josh said, poking me in the chest while his friends chuckled behind him. “Then you won’t have to deal with me for the rest of the year. Deal,” he added, giving me a cold stare. Josh is the school bully, even if you are bigger (muscular), taller, or older he will mess with you. Last year I was shoved in a locker at the end of the day, twice! That wasn’t even the worst thing he has ever done to anyone. Josh is known for shoving people in lockers, but two years ago, he shoved a kid named Frank in a locker over Christmas break and while everyone (even the custodians) was at home celebrating Josh came back and put fish in that locker. Frank was always known as your stereotypical

I said this while introducing myself to my new psychiatric group. I knew that they'd soon become my "second family" because I would, more than likely, have to stay there for most of my life.