Jacques Frank Monologue

Face pale with terror, Adam's shaky hand moved to switch on the bedside lamp. Images of Fire and Brimstone, and writhing figures, - men, women and children all - screaming in pain as flames consumed their bodies, flowed through his mind. Eyeballs exploded, and liquefied flesh oozed into fiery lava pits, leaving nothing but a collapsed pile of charred bones on the ground before moments later the victim's human form was resurrected in its entirety, and subjected to the same agonising fate again. Over and over, ad infinitum.

The pearl, in my opinion, was not evil, it was bait. It lured bystanders in as a test. It reminds be of the trails to get to heaven; it was made to entice the greedy and selfish so they may be punished. Those who can keep away the destructive thinking of power and riches get rewarded. It was a standard to leech out the sinners.

Once the ride was over we went to other games because the place was about to close so we just played a couple of games. We were about to leave, but we had to do something. Once we did it, we lost the boys we looked everywhere. We saw the cop again and he sent out an amber alert and looked for the boys my mom went to the front and they were there I was so scared.

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

From a very young age I’ve experienced and seen many unbelievable things, things that no child should ever see nor go through. One of these memories I remember as if it happened yesterday took place when I lived with my mother and her boyfriend. This man who I believed was kindhearted letting us move from our trailer into his apartment would go to be a person seared into my mind through fear and pain. After a few weeks he would start abusing my mother on a regular bases the same way he did to me. One night, he started striking my mother and even though I knew what could happen to me, I found the strength and tried to intervene.

Severe storms nor death can against me! I’m the one and only Tybalt Capulet, also the invincible and sacred, well-known as Juliet’s cousin. I persistently protect the name of the Capulets, but simultaneously have an eternal hate to the Montagues. I’m my own ruler and I don’t need anyone to tell me what to do and this goes directly to my uncle, Lord Capulet.

The name is Frank Greene and I live in the wonderful New York City. Right now I’m sitting here at Lou’s bar celebrating New Year Eve with a brandy. I’ve lived here my whole life, except when Uncle Sam decided he needed me in Vietnam right out of high school. You may ask what use the army has for a 6 foot tall, average white guy from Manhattan, who had no applicable skills. They sent me straight to infantry with the rest of the draftees. I eventually got injured and was sent home with an incurable limp.

Contrary to the litany of expectations that he had been disciplined to embrace and practice since his earliest years, Daphne was responsible for the abrupt change for the eldest son of Hedrick and Mathilda Formonsus. The boy was raised to expect nothing out of life but solitary achievement, power, and wealth and was more than surprised by the joy he felt after meeting Daphne, his next-door neighbour, a girl he was forbidden to have dealings of any kind, even neighbourly courtesies. He was not allowed to express the lowliest of pleasantries to any human being because his father believed it would mar his character by making him think that there were other people who were as good as the Formonsus family. The truth is that the Formonsus family

Upon the clearing of the smoke, the scene of a gruesome battle appears. Furniture haphazardly toppled over; shattered glass daring anyone to step foot on the floor; clothes strung out everywhere. At one glance one might think that this was the work of a robber; but upon closer inspection, it is realized that nothing of monetary value has been stolen. The scene shifts to earlier that evening where a party was in full swing. The smell of alcohol seeping into every piece of fabric in the room. The sound of loud music vibrating the very core of every living person within hearing distance. There is an immense amount of people crammed into the tiny living room and red, plastic cups scattered throughout the house. All throughout the kitchen they lay; the trash can filled to the brim with these traitorous cups. The red appearing to be the color of hell fire, calling the sinners to

The theme of innocence in the story “A Christmas Memory” opens a door for the audience to deepen their connection to the characters. The connection between the character and the reader creates empathy and emotion on the readers behalf, and can cause the reader to feel emotions as the characters do, such as being happy when the characters are or feeling pain when misfortune is headed the character’s way. For example, in “A Christmas Memory,” Capote uses the childlike innocence conveyed through Sook and Buddy to get the reader to relate, and remember what it was like to be a child. He does this through their personalities, speech, and actions, such as when Buddy and Sook are

“May I ask you your name, dear?” “Rudolf Schmidt,” I told her. “Ernest wrote that he’d be home Wednesday, that Christmas vacation would start on Wednesday,” she said. “I hope you weren’t called home suddenly because of illness in the family.” She really looked worried about

Each Christmas my cousin, Tyler, and I would be dropped off at Grandma’s to anxiously anticipate Santa Claus’s arrival together. For only being exactly a month older than I, Tyler was quite the opposite. Red, pin-straight hair barely obscured his freckled forehead and blue eyes. His temper was as fiery as hair. My easy going nature and desire to please often clashed with his stubborn demeanor, but he was my confidant, playmate, and best

Whenever something bad happens to Jane, she blames it on the fault of destiny. But I prefer to take charge of my own life rather than simply blaming fate.

When I first saw the clubs and activities, I was overwhelmed. As a result, I would like to explore the clubs and activities first, for example, French Club and Language and Culture Club, however, for the first year, I would like to observe and try the Scholar's Bowl, Book Club, and Shamrock-apella.

My hand skimmed the edges of the simple pine box that housed Papa's body. The dismal clouds that weighed heavily above seemed to parallel the gloom in my heart. Darkness appeared to overpower any light and like the absence of rain, my tears no longer stained my cheeks as well.