Jackson's Monologue

That whole "Jackson's heart is a replica of mines" was such bullshit. They know damn well that Hope should've been the target. I'm not advocating people going after babies but shit Voldemort went after Harry so as far as I'm concerned this wouldn't have been any different. Hell, I couldn't see Aya being 100 percent on board with ripping a baby's heart out but if push comes to shove and she literally couldn't deal with that whole Elijah thing anymore she would've cracked eventually. Haha! More like send a bazooka flying through that bitch.

My intent is to inform about what has been going on, and by no means to get Micah Jackson in trouble, on the other hand, I feel that he is responsible for his poor decisions he made. I was reluctant to go ahead and speak to my manager Pam at first because I am used to handle situations like that on my own without anyone’s involvement

Once settled in at Winchester, restlessness came back to Jackson. Marking time was not his idea of a good use of military men and material. By November 20, he had a plan of attack which he submitted to Judah Benjamin for review. Briefly the plan involved the transfer of William Loring’s three brigades of 5000 men from the mountains of the southwest to Winchester. Once Loring arrived, Jackson would attack and capture Romney, forty-three miles west, hoping to induce McClellan to attack Centreville. If McClellan took the bait, Jackson would attack with his men and those of Loring and crush his enemy. Such a campaign would be an arduous undertaking given the weather and terrain and Jackson conceded as much. But, said he, all such problems would

Inspector Male, I just wanted to reach out and let you know the amazing efforts of Andrew Crowe and Greg MacArthur on Monday December 28th. Sorry for the long winded e-mail but I think it’s necessary.

An hour later four trucks and one truck with an M-60 mounted in the bed drove into town. Raising his hand, Jackson signaled his men to hold fire until they had the vehicles between them as he pulled his left arm out of the sling before wrapping it around the rifle sling and taking careful aim. Firing his first shot, Jackson took out the right front tire of the truck with the M-60 with his second round taking out the back right tire, effectively stopping the truck in the middle of the road. After those shots, his men followed suit, flattening the tires on the rest of the trucks with their well-placed rounds. Under fire with immobile vehicles, the militiamen quickly dove out of their vehicles and tried to return fire at their unseen enemy on the rooftops.

I thought I was gone died that day cause I never experience’s something like that before. We open the washroom door there were two huge trees in our living room and the roof cave in. My mother start screaming and crying, and the house down there street was all gone, but it was some houses that didn’t get hit. I come out and I could do was fall on my knees and start crying until I just couldn’t cry no more. My mother hug me so tight and I said I love you so much and I told her I love her too. There were power lines down in the street so my mother sent me for help and as I’m walking in the street and I see this lady on the ground and then I run to her to see she was ok but it was too late she was already gone that’s when I knew she were dead. I didn’t know what to do so I found this blanket that I found in the street and I just cover her body. That was my first time seeing a dead body without it being in a casket. I couldn’t find nobody so I headed back home and told my mother what I did and she was in shock. But there was houses that didn’t get that’s when the neighbors came out and everybody was asking are you ok. I was so mad I didn’t want to say

Three days until Pam’s arrival, the girls are thrilled, continually discussing their mother’s re-action when she meets with them after these few years have passed. This one particular night, I went to sleep as usual, and horrific scene within a disturbing dream, carried the smell of death. I didn’t know the scent of death at that time, and never experienced a dream that held a scent of something. Waking up to this sickening nauseous smell, I could not perform a day’s work, I called in sick and informed my husband about it; sharing this awful dream. Two bodies lying in a coffin - one male and one female. I could only see their legs, lower body and hands and that overwhelming smell of death, so intense that it seemed to be buried in my nostrils,

I couldn’t sleep for shit. Its 8 in the morning on a fucking Saturday and these damn kids always running around keeping up noise and shit. Ever since I moved back in with my damn momma its been hell. I should’ve never started fucking with Anthony’s ass and stuck with Trey.

As I awaken to the eerie ringing of distant church bells resonating through our humble weatherboard residence, I can’t help but feel disenchanted that the piercing pain of my arm has failed to cease overnight. Nor has the pain I feel now that I ain’t allowed to go to ol’ Tom Robinson’s funeral, that must be why the church bells are so damn loud today. How did it get to this? Me stuck in this rotting bed, with nothing to read and no one to talk to, Tom passed on, and only two Finches at his funeral. Dead, he’s dead, I still can’t rightly understand how, how them jury men convicted a mockingbird.

Staring out into the crowd, lights scorching my face as I recited the big monologue that led to my inevitable suicide, time stopped, and I finally realized that I love what I do, and I wouldn’t have made it here without him. He pushed me harder and harder, each time making it more difficult to meet his expectations for greatness, but I know he did it to make me a better performer, and I appreciate that every day. When I’m stuck in that pit of problems, whether it is about my inner obstacles or life in general that wraps its soul crushing tentacle binding me internally, he is there to free me from my internal shackles. With his guidance, I broke out of my shell and literally found a voice of my own.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” a deep voice said, followed by a loud bark. Kate quickly turned egger to see Mr. Jacks, his adorable little bulldog, Charlie, and her best friend Darby. Darby was the same size as Kate even though she swears she’s a half an inch taller. She had short brown hair and brown eyes, unlike Kate, who had blue eye, long caramel hair and was tanner. Mr. Jacks was tall, and had brown eyes, and brownish, greyish hair. He wore a navy blue suit from which he was preparing for a business trip the day of the crash. His furry companion, Charlie was an English bulldog with white fur with brown spots. “What’s wrong with you? Are you ok? You could have vanished! And we would never know what happened to you. Just like

I ran down stairs and skidded to a stop when I reached the bottom. There infront of me was a lump under the rug. I did not go near it I just stood there thinking it was all a dream. Then it moved toward me and I turned and ran as fast as I could back into my bed

I remember those reports now after reading your post, I believe I did one in the fifth grade about one of the past Presidents and I remember having to look up information about President Jackson. That was one of my school project's that I really enjoyed because each student was given a President and at the end of the project we stood in front of the class and reported our

It was a dark and scary night I had just got off of work. I was walking home because my car broke down. My house was a little bit away so I went to my friends house to get a ride to my house. I nocked on his door nobody answered. So I went in and the place was a mess. I went into the living room I saw him laying there he was dead! I had looked around the house to see if anybody was here, but nobody was here.

The hot beaming sun hitting the lone jackal in the open plain. I’m waiting in the tall, dry grass plotting my next moving; should I pounce, charge in, sneak in, so many options, so little time. The jackal quickly turns his head spotting me. My covers been blown, it’s now or never. I charge in chasing my prey, but out of the corner of my eye I see something shiny. I ignore this object and focus on the kill.