John Monologue

Early that morning, newly hired park ranger, Jennifer Flores, stuffed a banana into the blender and mixed up a high energy chocolate drink. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was clean and free of makeup. She was dressed in a black jogging outfit that hugged her body tightly and showed off her shape. She poured her drink into a glass and guzzled it down like she was in a beer chugging contest with her sorority sisters.

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.

The faint echo of screams. The crunching of leaves under footsteps, getting faster with every exhale. A drum, beating from within. Thoughts clouded with realisation of the truth and the lies which have prevented it from surfacing amongst the chaos. The girls are all frauds! Murderers!

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

“...I just sobbed.” The end of the football game brought Jason Money to his knees. Near the end of the game, Spanish Fork seemed to have won the game. All that needed to happen was for the final play to end. But after he got the ball, Jason Money stood still when the clock hit zero seconds and had the football taken from him to score a touchdown. He had forgotten that the game ends not with the clock, but with the play. The game ended with Spanish Fork losing. But the story soon became far larger than what it was.

My name is Mayella Ewell. I belong to the lowest of the low amongst the whites in Maycomb. I grew up in a poor family and never received any proper education. The only I have is probably being white. My dad and I want to have a better life, but dad doesn’t want to put any effort into doing so. My mom died when I was young and I became a surrogate wife for my dad. I wish I could have gone to school, but I have to take care of my children. My dad loves to go out and drink for the whole day. When he comes home, he often drunk and this is when he would rape me.

OK damn man. Ok I’m just going to give you general details. I already told as much as I’m going to tell you about Friday night. On Saturday we party on a boat with these fine ass women, however Luther didn’t go he was too hung over, so we left his ass at the

His deep wrinkles carved a map of his life. His galaxy-blue eyes were jaded. His skin was time ravaged. He was my grandfather. I watched from the balcony, his trying to pick up his home key from the ground.

“Yeah he’s a good kid,” she said as if I didn’t know him. “It was nice meeting you” she extended her

Much of public protest in recent Western society has been typified by a decidedly social character—that is, the social movement—the likes of which has occurred on an unprecedented scale in the 20th century. In Gabriella Colman's 2013 paper “Anonymous in Context: The Power and Politics Behind the Mask”, she identifies the group Anonymous to work within these paradigms while acting entirely outside customary limits on candour. Through their absolute commitment to freedom in the face of tyranny—and lulz in response to dictators and oligarchs—Anonymous is a definite force of good against evil, and their intentions a net positive to the world.

Love has a funny way of telling you you've found it. I, Joe Bob, saw it the moment I met her. I can tell a lot about a person by the way they look at me and I could see that her eyes were like mine. She has a lovely pair of eyes that share their secrets with me. The things she envisions is a world of such depth and ambition as well as compassion and joy. When I lay witness to those dreams mine seem so small. All I want is the privilege to get to live in her world and be a protagonist to her evils and be the chariot to her castle. That first glance did not tell me all of this at once, but when my friend Michelle introduced me to her, I knew that I wanted her. High school is funny like that because sometimes it's in-between classes that you find

Why would you really be doing this, for Johnny, to prove yourself to your greasers? “No I have to do this because I can’t stay here, do you want me to go back to jail?”Think for the real reason your doing this. You would be leaving Johnny behind, is that what you really want? I thought you were supposed to helping him not leaving him. “The kid has you guys, I’m just in the way.” Do you really want to do this to Johnny? ”Look I don’t have any other choice.”

At the start of April my oldest son John became very ill with what the doctor said was Smallpox. No one knows who had the disease first but my son was sent with the other infected people to the end of the wagon trail to be quarantined. That sunday many of us prayed for the sick as I would ask God to give my son the strength to fight off this disease and bring him back to me safely and better than he was before. I wrote to John every day as that would be the only way the families of the sick could speak to their loved ones to not risk spreading the disease more, in his letters he spoke of many people with blisters as big as a young child’s hand and that he felt the longer he was with these sick people the more his health began to decline. During

In the movie on Black Mirror from “Hate in the Nation” I’m going talk about the issue discussed throughout the senses. From the movie, it was about a guy that invented the drones for he could travel and track people anywhere from social media. Garett Scholes tries to kill three main people they are Joanne Power, Tusk and Clara Meades. These three people they have no clue that they are going died to death as long as they are just living in life and doing whatever they wish to their own self until they see on social media that Garett Scholes posted on social media “DeathTo” with their name next to that post. From the past people started putting commons about that person that they don’t like that person from the post and everyone is just being negative.