Joe And Frank The Coffee Shop Monologue

Today is the day. Today is finally the day that I am to be released from the psychiatric hospital since that day when I passed out. I know last time you heard from me, I was broken and unhappy and had hate for the world, but i'm in the best state i could ever be, I really am I tell you. Oh how excited I am to see old Phoebe. I haven’t seen her since i’ve been admitted into this wing of the hospital. Oh I wonder how much she has grown< She was so intelligent and pure, nothing could ever compromise her. So I hope nothing hasn’t. I was retrieving most of my belongings before I left, when I happened to run into old Ms. Patty. This was my nurse and oh, how lovely she is. “Oh hello Holden, leaving so soon ?” she said so to me with great compassion. Naturally I said, “Why yes sadly, I must go on with myself and enjoy the world, perhaps find myself a woman”, I said this suave as hell, I tell you.

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 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.

After being escorted by the police to the hospital me and Ponyboy dashed with excitement to Johnny’s room. Before we could get even an inch in the door the doctor stopped us in our tracks. The doctor said “he is dying”. Before I could think I pulled out two-bit's switchblade. I wasn't going to let some punk doctor keep me from seeing my friend. Instead of what I thought the doctor was going to do he let us see Johnny.

Its is 1914 and joey a farm horse sold the the army and thrust into the midst of world war one. Into the western front when he is dragged away from his owner Albert his heart aches will he find him. Albert said they will meet again

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

It’s them sycamores I remember. An’ the river, runnin’ deep and green, tinkling jus’ like the way Aunt Clara’s house keys used to when she was out on the porch about to unlock the front door. I’d hide my mouse in my pocket whene’er I heard them jinglin’ keys, because Aunt Clara ne’er liked ’em rodents hangin’ around her house. I was a smart boy, I really was.

Imagine that you are living in Philadelphia in August of 1793. You have fallen on hard times; no job, no money, no family, no home, and the talk of fever is worrisome. Standing in front of Cook’s Coffeehouse, you wander inside. Mattie greets you with a warm smile. You are tired and frustrated with the prospect of no job, and Mattie hesitantly takes you back to the kitchen because you look so distraught. You share your situation with Mattie. Mattie informs you that they recently lost their serving girl, Polly, to a mysterious fever. She offers you the job along with room and board.

Daniella Owusuwaah Ashley Dunn THE 191: Section K 28, April 2015 Avenue Q: Sesame Street Meets South Park Avenue Q is a laugh-out-loud, fast moving musical that is an adult version of Sesame Street that address racism, pornography, homophobia, and the parable of finding one’s purpose in life through satirical songs. On Friday, April 17, I saw Miami’s production of Avenue Q directed by Ms. Saffron Henke at the Gates-Abegglen Theatre. This unique show uses puppets as a shield to explore issues that are often hard and sensitive to talk about; it’s easy to talk about racism when it’s through a puppet. I believe that the goal of Miami’s production of Avenue Q was to present and educated to the community and the students about issues such as

I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything.

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout All a nigga hear is my chains clinkin' back and forth right now, nigga Fuck with me Why the fuck you so opinionated? Sayin' how you do it but they ain't did it, baby

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.

The next day Lennie and I enter a bunkhouse room with whitewashed walls and unpainted floor. There were about eight bunks, some have blankets some don’t, over each bunk there were these apple box that were made to put in our own personal belongings. There was also little regular daily life’s supplies in the room, including razors, magazines, medicines and all kind of stuff loaded in the shelve, there were even a big table for playing cards. As the old man address Lennie and I into this new work place, he give us instruction to where we will be resting tonight, he told us that the boss was expecting us last night and will be furious if find us there this morning, I walk over the bed and suddenly I see a yellow can on the ground, now I wonder what kind of disgusting bed is he giving us?

Hi, my name is Finn Pherb, don't laugh. I was run over by a truck while trying to save a child. So, after passing out from the pain, I woke up in a pink room? Shouldn't I be in a white room. "Usually you would be but I thought it looked boring so I changed it to pink. What do you think?" a cute, almost childish, voice asked. Nice I guess if you're a 8-year-old...Wait who said that?

Craigslist Joe” exhibited a variety of “interesting” linkage. Two particular scenes caught my attention the most. When stopping in NYC, Joe stood with a woman named Fran. She came off a differently than most previous linkage in the film, shaking Joe by surprise. When joe first entered the small and cluttered apartment, Fran was swimming from a pull up bar and rambled about how it is important to move.