King Arthur Monologue

A stubborn pout formed on Booker’s lips, followed by expression of pain shimmering across his face. “It’s none of your damn business, so drop it,

The Arthurian legends are well known in today's society. However, very few people know of the "real" Arthur -- who he was and what his accomplishments were. This paper will establish a difference between legend and truth, show evidence to support and explain who the real Arthur was, and shed some light on the sometimes confusing Arthurian legends.

I smile and, after moment of peace, I grab a pillow and lightly throw it at his head. It bounces off his head and he glares up at me in disbelief. “Look at you going all soft on me,” I mock.

I don't know what came over the lunatic next. He tried to clock me, but ended up brushing against my head. He couldn't even throw a proper punch. I acted quickly before he could recover and had the ninny on the floor in a few seconds. "What the hell's the matter with you?" I said. He was almost crying now, Holden Caulfield, and yelled at me to get off of him. Fat chance. He was going crazy; I wasn't about to get off of him anytime soon. Then he started to call me a sonuvabitch and a moron and spat out a bunch of other crazy things only he would care about. I was irritated as hell now, and seeing red. "Shut up, now Holden." I demanded in an angry voice. Not that it did much good.

I don’t reply and I don’t do what he wants. There’s no way on earth, I’m listening to him. His arm constricts around my neck and I gasp for air, dizziness flowing through me. I wonder how long I can hold out, but I don’t take that chance. “Alright,” I gasp, angrily.

“How could you?” she exclaims, despairingly. Her eyes begin to well as she turns away and storms off, her heart sagging in heartbreak and anguish. She hides herself in the collar of her coat, embarrassed and humiliated.

“If you can fuck, you can fight.” I grabbed the head of his dick, bent over, and kissed it.

He chuckled at my change in behavior. “Very well. It was many years ago but yes, I did grow up here. But don’t confuse that with being part of a family. It was purely nonphysical.”

Arthur turns his head to face the patient in disgust of seeing blood dripping everywhere.

Although King Arthur is one of the most well-known figures in the world, his true identity remains a mystery. Attempts to identify the historical Arthur have been unsuccessful, since he is largely a product of fiction. Most historians, though, agree that the real Arthur was probably a battle leader of the Britons against the Anglo-Saxons in the sixthth century. In literature, King Arthur's character is unique and ever changing, taking on a different face in every work. There is never a clearly definitive picture that identifies Arthur's character. It is therefore necessary to look at a few different sources to get better insight into the character of Arthur, the once and future king.

Hugo said “Well let’s get you indoors.” They helped Arthur up and brought him into their hut in which all three of them lived. Hugo treated his wounds. The next day, Arthur started feeling better and was able to tell them a lot more about what happened and why he was floating down the river. He told them who he was and Hugo said he should stay there a couple more days just to make sure he was fully healed. One of Hugo’s friends, Kelly, barged in the door of the hut with some urgent news. She said that she heard someone was trying to take control of England. Someone by the name of Sir Ector. He was controlling and torturing people into doing what he wanted and he was not being a very good leader. Hugo said that there was someone here, that was floating down the river yesterday and he claimed to be the King of England. Kelly walked over to Arthur and told him the urgent news. Arthur said that he needed to stop him and was about to walk out the door to return home when Kelly told him to stop.

of the castle. It is said to have been a secret burial, so the news of

"No I don 't, I feel nothing for you at all. I kissed you because that 's what people do sometimes, you kiss without meaning, you just wanna feel something. People get lonely sometimes. But I never asked you to take off my pants and when I asked you to stop, you didn 't. You 're a disgusting piece of trash." I look over at him and stand up, taking my lunch with me and quickly leaving.

I looked at him, my previously joy-filled face melted away into an expression of hurt confusion, brows tugging together tightly and tears building up in my eyes as I tried to process exactly what he meant.

He came after me... He insulted me...calling my dress a worn-out mardi-gras outfit rented for fifty cents... I tried to stop him, I tried calling Mr Huntleigh but it was no use. It was inevitable, I was weak, I... Gave