Killer Monologue

The horn has already sounded and I’m still running. I can feel my blood pulsing in my ears. The sounds of useless advice feels the air. I continue to run. I come across a cave and ran into it. I gasp in shock and as I walk into a lab filled with mindless people editing videos. A film crew rushes at me and says, “If you were able to be in Divergent, which character would you be?” I shake my head in confusion. I attempt to back up slowly, but they grab me and place me in front of a computer and yell, “Edit!” The slam the headphones on my head and everything becomes a blur.

Rainsford can feel his arms getting weaker every stroke he takes,every time he moves his arm it feels like 100 more bounds are added to it. The only thing that keeps him going is the sight of Zaroff’s window. He plans to swim to zaroff’s window and hide there until he returns and rainsford will fight zaroff to end this horrible nightmare.he’s not to far from the land that is above the window. As he swims further he suddenly stumps his toe on what feels like land! He finally can touch the ground with his feet.rainsford reaches land and with a great big breath he collapses onto the dry grainy sand.because he is overcome with exhaustion he falls into a deep and soundless slumber.

I had never smelled a corpse before today, but now it fills the air like poison, as cruel to the mind as it is to the nose. It’s pungent, rotten, and sickly sweet, the smile on an assassin’s face before he kills your soul. I don’t want to open my eyes to see the source, but it must be nearby, as I feel his cold skin, roughened by the last few months that probably made him grateful of his death, against my own. My eyelids are heavy, begging me not to lift them, not to move at all, to lie there until God takes pity on me too, and lets me go.

She remembered that we took the train tracks to obtain getting to her house faster. She had seen an opening in the neighborhood and she turned. We followed, but, Keisha noticed it was getting to the point of pitch black and decided to call her mother. She recalled that we showed up to her street when she noticed that there was teenage boys were in a pick-up. She viewed them speedup and also create noise to either to scare us or show off. She bellowed grow up as loud as she humanly could. She heard the truck come back and just ignored them. She heard them again and started running to her house. Nevertheless, Jordyn’s side is the last one to

I’m a pale imitator of a boy in the sky With a cap in his hand and a knot in his tie I’m the light in the mall when the power is gone The shadow in the corner, just playin’ along I’ma lay right in my bed, I’m rolling aside But if I get a car, I’m roamin’ to rob Because I know if I ever chill of livin’ to you You’ve got a volunteer, and you don’t know what to do You’d stop

Jessie slightly blushed. Irish was trying to push his buttons, and she had a genuine talent at it. "Facing me at firsts of course and then who knows where it would lead, but yeah, you would have your hands full." He teased her back not wanting to be the only one as excited as he teenage boy having his prom night at the playboy mansion.

This is similar to mine, but without the part that prevents you from being able to change back. It's a simple seal you can undo on your own.

The air reeked of alcohol, the intoxicated breaths of young people colliding together over drunken slurs to create one distinct scent. She kept her head low as she made her way through the maze made by the seemingly endless crowd. Full of regrets, she was doing all she could to get out of there, the distraction turning out to be nothing more than a few drinks with people who didn't even know when her birthday was. The song finished abruptly, followed by simultaneous cheering. She kept moving, weaving in and out of people with fierce determination until she walked right into him. She murmured a quick apology and went to continue when the familiarity of the figure in front of her hit. She hesitantly looked up, heart dropping into her stomach at the mere sight of him.

So the FCC won't let me be or let me be me so let me see

You restoreth my visage. Yea, tho I walk in the shadow of the valley of wrinkles I feel pretty good.”

A prissy voice said from behind me "Well, why don't you die, Jasmine?" I turn around to see Meagan Lee. She had red hair and blue eyes. A weird combination if you ask me.Who gives a fuck anyway, she's Timothy's girlfriend. What a combination, both of my bullies

The blond's mind went back to the news he listened to the day after Alex's death. How many days ago was that? Four? Six? He remembered freezing as he saw his ex-crushes face flash across the screen, along with the grim face of the newscaster. "The body of Alexander Kirk, an employee at the local Quik-Mart,

ill fucking kill you bitch if you don't stop talking shit behind my back you dirty tart. You be suck all sort of dick my boy and I gonna expose your bitch ass if you don't stop. maybe ill brake your fucking family's knees in. I'm not going to fuck around anymore you fucking dirty ass bitch, another thing you owe me money you hoe. bitch I got niggas that are willing to beat your ass.........

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.

“ Well first off all you live on Maple Street and in a huge mansion. You 're about 5’2 with blonde hair and blue eyes. You also plays basketball and have hops, your super popular, and very rich. Your parents are a little creepy but she wouldn’t really mind.” said Daquan. Then he thought to himself, but I must also hide my fears around her because it will make Tyrone look strong.