John Denver Monologue

I stood at my window, looking out at the cruel German soldiers. The Nazis. Jews, beaten, shot, killed... for no good reason. Why the Jews? Why just them? What’s wrong with them?

The narration and dialogue was complete and did fully support the visuals to learning how to make a new style airplane. The part I was missing for me you added a small story in the beginning and then ended it. There wasn’t a reason at the end to why now at an older age to find a new airplane to make that works better then what you were taught as a child, somewhere along that line/story. The first section of the video in the beginning there was a little bit of an echo then switched to something and back to it the second time there was no echo while you talked. Otherwise this is pretty engaging.

The furious winter swindles our space by wearing its spurious faces and sending the echoes of a promising message over the sea. Today they will get the satisfaction they need and tomorrow your doubts shall outstrip the benefits of a prime litany. As for them who distance themselves from failing company expansive time exists although the alimentary rudiments will trigger their senses with false alarm.

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.

“Oh,” Darlene replied, his meaning not lost. She slipped the card in with her money and lip gloss. She disliked dogs and Daryl’s niece wasn’t going to be the first place she inquired for new work, but it was nice to have a backup option. “Thank you,” she added.

The personification I chose was, ¨watching the crystallized ice charging to take over the last bit of green left¨ (2). This is effective because Aspen is a beautiful place and in the first paragraph I´m trying to convey it´s beauty. I describe it in a way that the snow is fighting a war to conquer the green land, and that is the way Aspen looks, during winter.

“Wait for me Amarhu, I need you at my side. This year I come for you and we will be together, I vow to make it so.”

Dead but how who why? Here the paper read plain as day Danny Brown. That's my last name. But surely he's not my dad i read on father to Elizabeth and James Brown. That is my name and my brothers name right here in the paper.

I walked up to Kurt Cobain while he was sitting by the pool having a drink. I was kind of nervous going to talk to him because I didn’t want to blow it. So I went up to him said “ Having fun”. He said “ yeah”. When he said yeah, it seem like he was down on himself. I ask him what’s wrong, Kurt. He said “ I could have all this if I didn’t kill myself’’. When he told me that I thought how much my life is so important to me. I told him “ That was in the pass and at least you get live your famous life style one more time at my party”. He said “ yeah”! After I said that his song Endless, Nameless came on the radio. He started singing his song loud. So leave him alone to enjoy him one more. When I walked back inside I saw Michael Jackson sitting

“Dad, where are you going this time?” said Santiago with a smirk. It seems like you’re never here, and I need you. You may not realize it, but I do.

My father says “I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier and It’s been a long day of celebrations and it is not easy see you become a man.”

On the way to school the next day, I decided to walk again. The kids had started to accept me as a friend, and I was becoming friends with them to. I asked my dad If they could come over, and his face was full of shock.

There once was a quote by George Bernard, it says “There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart's desire. The other is to get it”. This quote may sound a little confusing at first, but after thinking about it, it actually makes a lot of sense. Most people spend their entire life, or at least most of it, searching for one thing. They aspire to one specific thiing and that’s all they know. They want it, they need it, and once they finally get it everything will work out and be perfect. We get our heart set on a specific thing, and if we never get it; it’s like we will never really know what we are missing out on and will never be truly fulfilled. Not getting one’s heart’s desire is a true tragedy.

As I stood up from my cozy nest of slumber my eyes went black from moving too quickly. When I regained my bearings, I made my way to the refrigerator to get a glass of water. Upstairs my dad’s shower was running and I knew I was going to be late. He always had enough time to get his 3-layers of clothes on and watch TV before I even get in the shower. My dad tells me that it’s his normal routine where he has to get up early every morning for work. For me, school comes early enough and 7 a.m. is hard for me to wake up, much less four. When I was finally ready to leave, inside the house I was sweating from all the heat I had built up, but outside I was grateful to have it. Our hunting property is located in Crockett, Virginia which is about 20 minutes from my house. The road was empty and carefully unfolded as our truck lights shinned to unveil it. I was trying to soak up heat from the truck to embrace the cold outside. When we finally reached our destination, I had to leave my comfort in the heat behind in the truck, put on another layer of clothes, and off we went to our tree stand.

I slowly opened the window, careful not to make a sound, then climbed out. The air was cold, but it felt nice. The smoke of the chimney rose from the brick channel, evaporating imminently upon contact with the chilled air. A frozen breeze swept against the surface of my skin, chilling me to the bone. I shuddered and pulled my knees closer to my chin. My cold arms around wrapped around my bare legs, not caring enough about my current self being to regret wearing nothing but a sly pair of shorts and tank top out in this weather.