Jullep's Monologue

Thank you for letting my go, for finally ending the pain you knew I had always felt when it came to loving you. I hope you were aware of how difficult it was for me to give you the type of love you so heavily demanded. I was only destroying myself, tearing my soul apart, piece by piece, just to put a smile on your face. Thank you for finally realizing that you have to work on yourself first. I am not and never was capable of doing that for you—no one else is. It was about time you'd decided to end the nights spent crying and the days spent fighting.

I was in juvie ready to be discharged out and ready to go to my home town. Who was there? Well I really didn't really know till we got to go to the game room person who i met his name was dominic he gave me advice to behave and try to do what they would tell me to do and then I met the bad girl my friend Brianna and the other one Abigail, also Gabe well he was more quiet. Why was I there for my bad decisions in life and that ended me in juvie. When did it happen… 23 August 2017 Where did It happen at At a parking Lot. This why you kids i'm not saying i'm the best person i'm not a angel but who said Someone can’t change their lives around it's possible people always be judging well I learned something if you're going to do something bad don't

Feeble, isolation and dreaded anticipation. I will describe my sadness as death by a thousand paper cuts. For every time I remember that my little boy is leaving me, possibly forever, another cut is sliced across my already weakened heart. None are enough to kill me, but powerful enough to deeply scar. My stinging heart clenches at the thought of the risk that he is putting himself up to. Slowly, I lift my trembling hand with the sellotape bandage wrapped around it, and limply brush off as many white cat hairs as possible. Holding back the temptation to graze my nose across the tip of his and run a hand through the gelled blackthorns of his hair. I attempted to distract myself by smoothening out the creases in the uniform. Can’t the clocks

She kept on thinking. I wonder how things will turn out? She felt nervous and anxious for school today, like she did everyday.

Markus Zusak’s, The Messenger features the protagonist Ed Kennedy, and how he completed each mission of aces; diamonds, clubs, spades and hearts. The suit of spades was symbolic to Ed’s overall mission as Ed had to dig through truths about himself. Before the suit of spades Ed’s thought of himself was that he was worth nothing, evident through the narration of Ed’s monologue. The suit of spades saw Ed wanting more for his life, evident through the characterisation of Ed, the changes in his monologue.

and me Sally, my sister said. Do you know him ,I asked. No, what else could I say he has a gun.

Her eyes glanced away from his for a brief moment, the air leaving her lips in a rather resigned manner. Drunk or not, he wasn’t going to let her be until he had tugged the truth out of her. But when it finally came out, would he see it for the sordid, rotten thing that it was? Would he see her that way? The only one she knew of that could relate to this was Vivianne. Her intellectual counterpart, the Devil’s Advocate in her everyday matters. Only she could see the scarlet that stained her hands and not pass judgement. But Priam? She thought the world of him -- to see disgust etched upon her features could bring her to ruins. All it took was one simple confession.

I owe you a thanks. For being my favorite big brother ever. You’re my day one. My chauffer. My protector. My supporter. My role model. You’re all these things and more.

Lilian’s family would talk about their day at school during dinner. Thus, Lilian learned how to describe situations, events, scenery, and people. In addition, she wrote for her high- school’s newspaper and literary magazine. Lilian graduated high-school at sixteen and wanted to go to college to earn her degree in teaching. Although,

“What are you doing?” Her mother’s voice called out, as she shuffled into the kitchen.

In 1968. Jagersfontein my second brother, just younger than me Japie Bedle was born. He was my mom’s biggest baby and came in at 9 pounds with black curly hair and bottle green eyes and a lisp when he talked. I loved to play with him from the beginning. I hugged and kissed him and he always would give me a big bright smile. He soon became the apple of my eye and my mom’s. He was always my mom’s beloved son. When Mom ran errands she would always ask me to hold his bottle. As soon a Ma left the room and started being busy with other choirs. I would lay on my back and suck that bottle dry. Moses was the “big responsible brother” that went telling on me. The secret was out and I was never asked to hold Japie’s bottle again. As children, we were best friends, we developed a love-hate relationship and later a master-slave relationship.

This extract by Richard Yates is a recount of Shep Cambells’ past where he struggles to accept the monotony of his life; attempting, and ultimately failing, to lead the life of an intellectual. It is made clear that throughout the novel the characters struggle with their own identity, maintaining a facade and, in the Campbell's case, moving in an attempt to fulfil what they feel life has to offer them. They are blind to their own mediocrity and Sheps’ intellectual pursuits are motivated by basic and primal urges. This acts as a precursor and warning for the Wheelers themselves. Yates presents the reader with this passage to display Sheps self-delusion about his own identity, a facade he adopts in order to make himself appear superior to others.

‘Indeed,’ said Clemmie, as if the men had not spoken. ‘I thought I could trust Great Aunt Hortensia. I knocked at her door then barged inside. By that time, I was bent over double trying to catch my breath. When I stood up straight, that’s when I saw…I saw…’

Her room felt cold and the comforting smell of cleaning product mixed with lavender to try and mask the high amount of disinfectant used to prevent the slightest germ entering her blood stream overwhelmed me. Despite being sick, Julie dressed and powdered herself every day and put on her best jewellery has if to disguise her sickness.

“ Elizabeth! Who are you talking to!” Mother bellowed from the cramped kitchen bellow me.