Leon's Monologue

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

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

“Look Lennie, I want you to look around here. You can remember this place, can’t you? The ranch is about a quarter of a mile up that way. Just follow the river.” “If you just happen to get In trouble like you always done before, I want you to come right here an’ hide in the brush. Till I come for you can you remember that?” Then as George told Lennie before and he did what he was told Lennie came back to the river after he accidentally killed Curley’s wife and the pup. George didn't want Lennie to suffer so he did he job himself, he wanted Lennie to be happy when he went away so he told him to face the river and think about the farm they wanted to live on and then George killed Lennie so he didn't have to suffer. Mercy killing/ euthanasia

My friends and I walk into a packed venue, and are immediately met by a young guy with shaggy brown hair and a skull hoodie, who holds up a white piece of paper with a hastily scrawled "$8" in the center. I pull out my worn wallet from the left pocket of my leather jacket. My hands strain momentarily to pull the snaps open, before my fingers find their way to my single worn 10 dollar bill. The man hands me two dollars in change and stamps my hand with a blue paw print, and I turn to face the stage. All the while a man has been screaming and singing on stage, not unpleasantly. The vibe of this crowd feels different from the normal one, rougher. They have a more hardcore look to them, and I've never seen Alexia's band play with one that yells, other than one time at a small coffee shop in which a single kid with an acoustic guitar spent twenty minutes strumming and screaming slam poetry into the mic, while my friend and I sipped iced vanilla lattes in the other room.

How did I get here?why do I hear bombs? and why do I see guns scattered? I think I am on a battlefield. It is a big war. It is US fighting German . And I'm in the middle I need to get out of herek before I get shot. There are pools of water all over it slows me down. So I run as fast as I can then I take cover behind a boulder the size of a house. So then I pick up a rifle and start shooting. Than I make a run for it so I follow the footsteps. Then I realise that it was world war1. He figured it out when he saw hitler. Lane smell of stone he hates. The icy drafts of air smelled like gunpowder. There were dark lizards eating the dead bodys. It took a long time to get to the lines of us.they shot at me but i told them I was

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.

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

Surrounded by crowds of people sharing the same thought; are we really getting home today? Pepsi is too anxious. Vomiting all over himself and his new uniform. Sunshine lays into him, cussing and screaming. Laughter erupts! Growing rowdier as Doc yells “No matter what don’t stop us now, I’ll fix him”. Close knit groups of friends are scattered around having vivid discussions of the first thing they are going to do when they’re finally off. Grady chimes in on a conversation with his deep southern accent trying to imitate his favorite musician, DJ Screw saying “Man shiiitttt first thing I’m going to do is grab me a bottle, some shrimp, and sit my ass in the tub”. Craw Daddy can’t help but tease Grady, by reminding him to lay off the alcohol

“You’re better than that! I am always gonna love you, no matter what. No matter what happens. You’re the best thing in my life. But until you start believing in yourself, you ain't gonna have a life” ( Sylvester Stallone,Rocky Balboa). He was an old man that lived in Havana, Cuba in 1940’s near the Gulf of Mexico. He lived in a small shack. Santiago was the best fisherman but then there came a time where he did not catch one fish. This ended up ruining his reputation.But he did l not allow that to happen he went out deep into the sea. Marlin was Santiago’s best friend. He is like a son to him. Marlin Pampered the old man. Marlins parents end up taking Marlin away from Santiago. Santiago felt so empty in his life the only person that gave

Our readings confirm Charles Taylor’s belief that at the beginning of the era covered by our readings in this unit, people believed themselves porous, but by the latest reading, people believed themselves to be buffered selves. The following characters in each of the readings provide sufficient evidence to confirm Taylor’s belief: Hamlet is porous in Hamlet, Mr. Wickham is buffered in Pride and Prejudice, Count Ugolino’s sons are porous in Inferno, Pozdnischeff is buffered in “The Kreutzer Sonata” and Ivan is buffered in “The Death of Ivan Ilych.” The characters of Count Ugolino’s sons are porous because they never blame their father for their terrible fate even though it is all his fault and they try to do what is best for their father when they are in prison. His sons continue to look out for him and state “‘Father, / it would be far less painful for us

When Santiago finally found the Pyramids, he follow the omen and found a place starting to find his treasure. There’s few people went by and grabbed the gold that Santiago had, although those gold was not there’s. It let me think about my childhood, my brother and I will take turn to watch TV, because we just had one TV in the house. When it’s my turn to watch TV, sometimes he would grab the controller and changed to the channel that he wanted to watch. He’s taller and older than me, there’s no way that I can win if we fight.

Make room so he can stand in front of me. Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too, that you are

'Look ‘ere, this is where it was.' A sound of annoyance crept into his voice when he bent to see the flattened grass.

The words is a multicolored blur around him, made up of nothing but various blues and vague shapes. Bea waves at the gaping mouth and floating body hovering by his window. The figure garbles a low greeting and wiggles fingers made of intertwined snakes in response. The snakes also hiss out a "hello", or possibly a "you're looking extra tasty today, Bea". Like every morning, yet Bea still can't discern what the snakes are trying to stay. The severed hand resting on his nightstand, blackened with decay, hands him his glasses with a well-practiced flourish.