Kid Monologue

you can take all ya guilt and all ya grime and do whatever ya wont with it

Today I have learned that I have been convicted for a heinous crime of killing that poor little pig who lived in the straw house. That is why I'm sitting in a cold jail cell but I didn't do it! I'll tell you what actually happened that night. I admit I did blow down the house but I could not stop myself I was furious. The pig who lived in that house had taken the last few pieces of lettuce in town and being a wolf you get hungry all the time. For my evening snack I decided to go to the local store to grab some lettuce because I'm a vegetarian. When the store clerk told me the little pig had taken all of the lettuce I couldn't contain myself. I marched right to his straw house and huffed and puffed I was so hungry and was going to get that lettuce. I finally blew the house down the little pig was so scared. I didn't mean

Intro this monologue takes place in a small town in Texas its about a family of three the father mother and daughter. The father lost his job and became an abusive alcoholic and the daughter had enough listen to it, then the next morin she is in the sheriff’s office and her mother in the hospital with the father in the morgue. (The daughter has heavy accent and I tried to put that into my words, so some words will not be spelled correctly.)

You know in those animes where the cute new kid sits down next to the loner girl then they fall in love and have stupid adventures together all in the span of twelve episodes? I sure do, but we all know that would never happen in real life. Right? Right? Dear god, please tell me I'm right...

I will pray pray pray, pray pray pray that all my nerves will go away

A game where one can either play for fun or competitively; if the latter, one rises through a ladder system consisting of Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, Diamond, and Challenger, lowest to highest respectively. Challenger is the division in which the professional players reside in; Diamond is where the players just below them are. I was the swordsman in the aforementioned game. And it was the game deciding whether or not I would advance to Diamond from Platinum. This crowning achievement truly made me realize my own perseverance and determination in getting this far. As rank is by no means a determinate measure of skill, it is at least a measure of resolve. Considering each game lasts 35 minutes on average, and I had played 250 ranked games, I had spent 145 hours playing the game (not including games I had played for fun). Before this game, I was a weak-spined individual believing I would only amount to nothing. But this, becoming one of the top 3% of 27 million daily players, boosted my self-confidence and demonstrated my resolve to commit to a long term

The atmosphere was uncomfortable, but my husband was determined to settle the issue once and for all. He dragged me into the crowd despite my unwillingness and stormed straight to Mr. Little while pushing the people out of the way. We were met with some scorn and rude comments for our actions, but I simply bowed my head a little to express my apologies. Of course, the men were too enraged to regard me, and the next thing I knew, I was standing in front of Mr. Little with my husband.

Hi, Natalie. It’s not too late for me, but I’m glad you had a chance to write back. Yes my daughter is excitied this is the first year she has her own class, she filled in for a teacher that had retidard last year.

I know I get mad over stupid things and I'm gonna work on it I am. I just don't wanna lose you ever and I don't want you not to tell me things and I'm not saying you don't. I just know how it is when someone says they don't care you just stop telling them shit period. I shouldn't of said "that I didn't care" in the car and I'm really sorry, but I didn't mean it and I was just frustrated at the time. I always want to hear what you have to say. I just wanna be better I don't wanna stress you out and I really do hate fighting with you. I wanna make happy because that's my job, to keep you smiling. We do think differently about certain things though, which I know we will. But I know we can come to some kind of argument.

- Tom, I want to tell you a story, - said Phil, slightly nervously. It hurt him to remember the past. - Twenty-five years ago I lived in a completely different city, where my son was born. His name was Tom, like you. When he was sixteen, he was smitten with a girl, and all at them were good, until she met another and not abandoned my son. At first he worried, but after a couple of months he's good over there, and it all got

It’s 3 am. Your room is dark, but you can see that there is someone, standing at the foot of your bed. You can just make out that he or she is wearing a clown costume, and you are pretty sure, from the glare and the little bit of reflection, that it has a knife. Character names: Alex(age 19,girl, recently moved out) Lucien(age 22, boy, majoring in psychology with Alex) Nico( age 19, boy, has been dating Alex since junior year of highschool) Settings: Bedroom, hallway, house, outside Scene 1 Enter Alex and Lucien from left side of stage Setting: Outside on a road [Alex] The professor today assigned way to much work

I became exhausted from watching the window at the lives of others. It was time to continue with whatever left I have of

I instantly jumped up and told everybody about this amazing game I thought of, they were all for it and at that moment it started. We each stuck our own decade wooden log into the hot, crackling fire until we could see the pulsating red glow at the end of the log. That's when the fun took place, we each stood eager on the opposite sides of the freshly cut grass, I can still remember the clean smell. Finally I put out a rambunctious scream “ATTACK” and we ran at one another full force without remorse. The yard was small but as we ran it felt like it was an eternity. The crashing of our logs hitting each other,causing spark to illuminate the sky was like nothing I have ever seen. It was a battle to the “death” each man swinging their glowing log left to right vigorously. In the end it was only myself and a man that saw every day but at that moment looked filled with rage, he looked like a completely different person. With my last swing i gave it all I had, my all, every last drop of energy I had left in my exhausted body. With that last swing I could hear a crack so thundering I could feel the vibrations flowing from my hands up to my arms. Fortunately I had just enough to hold onto the log and won the ferocious battle. Consequently I was then declared the

There's a part in the song where it goes all soft and the gesture I make, I had planned, goes more than perfect, when I hear the audience— for the first time— gasping in what? Surprise? Approval? I try very hard to hide the smile that threatens to manifest from my slightly parted lips.

Dear Lord, my son did not mean what he said. He is but a mere child. He is not yet ready to understand your power. Your love. The suffering you endure every day so that we can live a happy life. He’s a good child. He’s been led astray from your will. Please do not sentence him for punishment, for I will work tirelessly to ensure he begins to understand. Of course, it will take him a long time to get over the black woman, but with your love, and your guidance, I know he can. He’s six years old now, far too big for a nanny. Besides, the black woman was possessed by the devil. I could not allow her to stay here. To be allowed to stand on your holy ground and be treated as an equal. Had she removed her charms and amulets, and agreed to abide by your laws, I’m sure none of this would have happened. But yet, I’m sure you have everything planned out. Thank you, my Lord. Amen.