Kathram's Monologue

“Father! Get up from here! Immediately! You’re killing yourself…’ I seized him by the arm. He continued to groan. ‘Don’t shout, son… Take pity on your old father… Leave me to rest here… Just for a bit, I’m so tired… at the end of my strength…’ He had become like a child, weak, timid, vulnerable. ‘Father,” I said. “You can’t stay here.” I showed him the corpses all around him; they too had wanted to rest here. ‘I can see them, son. I can see them all right. Let them sleep. It’s so long since they’ve closed their eyes… They are exhausted… exhausted…’ His voice was tender. I yelled against the wind: ‘They’ll never wake again! Never! Don’t you understamd?’”(Wiesel 57 ONLINE

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“Earlier today, we learned that an attempt was made on your cousin’s life,” her father said to her. “Your mother has so much grief for your cousin, because of the actions that he has made since the past two years – deeds worthy of being told to all

“So let’s say this is Zephyr running around terrorizing the town and supposedly kill two people what are we supposed to do?” Zay asked. “What are you getting at?” Todrick implied as he shifted through his parents drawers grabbing anything that he knew was silver. “Well I mean what if he’s gone?” Todrick stopped what he was doing and looked at Zay. He didn’t know what to say as it wasn’t something he had thought about. “I mean I know it’s a scary thought but come on Tod, he killed two people. Even if we somehow managed to get him back he did things that’ll get him put up.” Zay continued. “I see where you’re coming from but we have to at least try to save him. It’s the least i owe him for turning him into this and then abandoning him.”

until I asked about his family. He started to break down but stopped himself, he then firmly said his father after learning that they were to die said “I don't want to wait. I’ll run into the electric fence” (Wiesel, 33)

The smell of burning flesh is repugnant. It lingers on every street corner, on every piece of cloth, in every shallow breath. The sky is red. Glowing through black clouds that are heavy with the ashes of those who have stopped screaming. More than three thousand tonnes of high explosive bombs are dropped. Again. Again. Again. Just like dust caught in a sunbeam, the ash swirls a slow descent. The air pulls in. Pauses. Pressure building. The blood in your veins almost recoils, your brain bruised in your skull. A moment of vertigo. Then nothing but noise. Loud. Angry. Ringing. And pain, so much pain. Screams rise, the crescendo approaches. Hellfire rips through the buildings, the sky, the people, your heart. This city is a firestorm.

The death adder does not hunt, but rather camouflages itself, leaving it’s worm-like tail exposed, and lures in predators.

It has been two years since my last episode by the name of Jackson. I feel so lost in my position for that relationship. Love can make you do and say the craziest things. It will even make you feel so courageous. Yes, he had the best of me; although, it brought out the worst in me. I must have danced to his every song and played his every game. Not knowing that at anytime this could or would be our last time to laugh, to dance, or sleep together. I gave so much and he took ALL and so much more. Still… I blame nobody but myself. All the ranting and raving to prove a point…. He only did what he was allowed. He wasn’t pressured or pulled to. I activated my words to cultivate all the flames that ignited between us; however, Darold is nothing short

You are most intelligent and cunning Phillip. I wish that whatever you have planned, I not to be the catalyst of it. As Daughter Knight I am bound by law to give my life to save yours and you know this. You also know, that I have a place at banquet, so your invitation was hollow and only asked to cause trouble with Will.”

It would not matter if they killed you at once. To be killed was what you expected. But before death (nobody spoke of such things, yet everybody knew of them) there was the routine of confession that had to be gone through: the groveling on the floor and screaming for mercy, the crack of broken bones, the smashed teeth and bloody cloths of hair. Why did you have to endure it, since the end was always the same?” (Orwell, 103).

"You'd forgive me for trying to stay alive, Ramesses," said the young man. Something must've flashed across Ramesses' face. The blond added, "I know you are the Prophet Slayer. When you tried to take my soul, why did you call me Zephyr?"

At last the gods have called me down to death. I thought he was at my side, the hero Deiphobus--he’s safe inside the walls. Athena’s tricked me blind. And now death, grim death is looming up beside me, no longer far away. No way to escape it now.

I hate how you cried buckets for the death of father and yet you moved on so quickly, as if it was planned. You dared to tell me to “cast thy nighted colour off” and stop mourning, and it hasn’t even been two months since father’s death.

“It’s okay.. Adolf look at me.” She put a finger under his chin and tilted his head up to her. His blue eyes now pale, it seemed like all color had left them. “No matter what happened, I will still love you.” She held him close in her arms, hoping he’d loosen up. Adolf pulled away, obviously still stiff and

All these years I have never doubted that you wanted to kill me, and I’ve always pitied you. I know what you felt so exactly that I could have been standing in your place during that terrible instant when you were overwhelmed (185).