Jolly Rodger Monologue

The scene starts off by Spongebob and Patrick screaming as they are being pulled out of the fish tank they are being held captive in. The scuba-diver, Spongebob and Patrick in hand, marches over to a table lit with a lamb, each step thumbing across the wooden floor. Spongebob and Patrick, the lamps intense heat bearing down on them, begin to sweat and dry up. The scuba-diver laughs menacingly. He then proceeds to take a book and close the door to the bathroom. As they lay in the gift shop, shriveling up from the heat of lamp, Spongebob and Patrick realise that they have made it to Shell City. Overcome with joy, they began to sniffle and a single tear forms in an eye from both. Spongebob and Patrick sing as loud as they can, “I’m a goofy goober,

“How come y’all ain’t scared of us like you were Dally?” Johnny said. He had that scared look in his eyes, that told me he’d been badly hurt, but I could only tell because I had that same look for weeks after my mother died. I sighed, “You two are too sweet to scare anyone. First of all, you didn’t join in Dallas’s dirty talk, and you made him leave us alone. And when we asked you to sit up here with us, you didn't act like it was an invitation to make out for the night. Besides that, I’ve heard about Dallas Winston, and he looked as hard as nails and twice as tough. And you two don’t look mean.”

On Monday, I opened the front doors to my school and was hit with a wave of voices and bickering from all sides of me. There was a semi-large group of people gathered around a newspaper page hung on the wall. After pushing through the group to see the newspaper, i recognized the two boys shown on the picture. It was Johnny and Ponyboy, both running frantically around a church engulfed in flames. This had been the talk of the town lately, how a couple of greasers rescued children from a burning building. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the conversation running through the group. Everyone was talking about how greasers could do something so heroic. But instead of sounding surprised, or even grateful the children were alive, they were calling Johnny and Ponyboy terrible things I don’t want to even begin to remember. Why? They’d been so brave, running into a burning building like that to save those children. Anyone else would’ve let them burn in there.

I am a stump no leaves for me I sit as low as the grass, no longer am I a tree I was chipped at chopped at killed and gone And now I sit here on your lawn I’ll never give up I’ll reach to the sky Though the weeds and moss cover me I’ll still have to try My life is ruined my beauty has shrivelled

Hunky-dory jaunted, joyfully along the sidewalk as a toe-tapping tune played in her head—‘Life is just a bowl of cherries’.

"Well aren't you a ray of sunshine" I reply. The he whacks me in the back of my leg with a club and I fall to my knees.

When we enter this new universe surrounding a young boy known as Ponyboy who has a very interesting and unusual name. At first we are confused of to what is the conflict, until Pony meats a fine group of socs. And we assume immediately that the socs are the spoiled rich kids who have no struggles while the greasers are the more diverse group who have many heartaches. But is this really the case? Does the book give more diversity and life to the socs?

The kids are in the church. One desperate thought ran through my mind. Ponyboy was already running. Dally was swearing, saying it was too late and we shouldn’t die as well. I still have to help, they’re in there!

All I ever thought about was the time I almost killed a kid. His names Johnny, Johnny Cade. He was an innocent little boy, he had dark eyes along with dark hair. He had tan skin and was the smallest out of all his friends. I was with my buddies in my blue Mustang, and we saw him walking. Us socs are the high class and we wear nice, expensive clothes and live in big houses and have nice cars. Then there's the greasers who wear old hand-me-downs and live in crappy houses and don't have very good families or a lot of money. You see, there's a lot of tension between us. It’s fun for the socs like me to jump the greasers, I guess it doesn't do anything for us but we just get a kick out of it. I'm really not a bad guy but I try to act tough, which

‘’I live on 2356 on Hudson Street,’’ replied Cherry. ‘’My house is the third on Hudson Street. Hudson Street is the where you would go to enter the Westside of Town.’’

I am cherry,I have red hair,and am a cheerleader. I have a friend named Ponyboy,he is a good friend. He is part of a squad, called the greasers. He lives with his two brothers Sodapop and Darry.

I appreciate your input; of course value your opinions, so your opinion is duly noted:

"George. I will answer one of your questions if you answer one of mine. Can you do that?"

Lizard I’ve had bad nights since we found the blue tongue belly-up in the gutter after the storm. Its dead body floats in multi-coloured waves, stomach ruched at the edges like lamé in rampant sun, forked tongue slack, stout legs splayed, scaly as stumps. Because I can’t, Euan balances it on the spade, seals it in a plastic shroud, closes the bin lid on its stench.

This day bestowed on me a person out of my past memories that I did not foresee coming back. It was late when whisper of news came to me that Nick Carraway would be back and a party would be held in his favor. As friends and family, is would a natural response to throw a welcome home party for someone who had been long gone. However that was not the intention the party was merely a gossip gathering disguised as a good gesture. Most of these people couldn’t care less about Nick, they were souls who feed off any sort of drama.