Line Break Monologue

It changes everytime you ask. Some say it was a virus, others say it was god punishing us for our sins. At least that’s what the people on the news say. All I know is that the dead are walking among us. I’ve seen people I used to know attack and eat innocent people. Everyday I see my dad walking among them, wishing there something i could have done. I couldn’t bring myself to kill one of the only people i’ve loved. He attacked me but i managed to fight him off and i’ve been held up in my house ever since. It’s a small house, nothing fancy, in a small town near Chicago called Glenview. Everyday I think about my half brother that lived in New York with his mom. After my dad and his mom split I didn’t think life could get any worse, I was

I am a 17 year old girl whose one true passion is for my music. Since I damaged my voice due to yelling while having a really bad sore throat one year, I tend to focus more on my singing. I try to constantly practice everywhere I go. I’ll be at home just singing or humming as I do chores or get ready for work. Often times I find myself comfortable enough to start singing at work as I prep the food or wash the dishes. I seem to be improving once again, but I remain cautious of my vocal chords.

The animation opens to a scene of old houses in the snow and all white and there was girl prancing alone down a cobbled street. She finds a wall covered with names written in chalk, so she picks up a piece of chalk herself, and wrote her name, Alma. All of a sudden, she hears a creaking noise behind her, so when she turns around, she notices a doll on stand at a display window of an empty store that looks similarly like her, it wore the same clothes as she was wearing presently. Alma was fascinated by the doll that wore the same clothes, she looks down at her clothes momentarily, but when she looked up again, the doll vanished. She tries to find the doll again by looking through other windows of the store, and finally, she sees the doll copy

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.

It wasn’t always easy. As a matter of fact, it was never easy for us. I’m sure you’d have agreed. Surely it was tough for you to let us go, but I want you to know that I’m thankful you did.

I’m ready to fight i tried telling myself, but I’m not until I turn on my music but now I think that it is distracting me. Let's do this, it’s now or never. “For Skyrim” I yell.

Toxic 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

THE ORNATE SCRIPT ON THE BOARD TWISTED in the candlelight, making the letters and numbers dance in my head. They were jumbled and indistinct, like alphabet soup. When Claire pushed the heart-shaped piece into my hand, I startled. I wasn’t normally so twitchy, and hoped Rachel wouldn’t notice. The Ouija board was her favorite present that night, and Claire gave it to her. I got her a bracelet. She wasn’t wearing it. Kneeling on the carpet, I passed the piece to Rachel. Claire shook her head, oozing disdain. Rachel put down the piece. “It’s just a game, Bell.” She smiled, her teeth looking even whiter in the dim light. Rachel and I had been best friends since preschool, and where she was dark and wild, I was pale and cautious. But less so when

Scene 8 Joe is very happy that dad is back Joe ask to video chat with his dad, however the therapist declined Joe start to be depressed Joe doesn’t eat anything Scene 9 Mother can’t deal with Joe Mother is angry with Joe, and told him that his illness cannot be treated Joe asked to video chat with his therapist

Shells exploded all around us, peppering us with shrapnel. Over the past months, I’d watched friends, enemies, and innocent bystanders die. Every time someone fell, I felt the briefest flicker of guilt. Had it been my bullet? Was more blood on my hands? Some nights I yelled, hoping more than just God and the stars would hear me; some nights I cried, praying no one was listening. Around me, I saw grown men falling to bits, their nightmares screaming them back to reality as they echoed through the trenches. Reality was no better than their nightmares.

I never believed that I’d ever be able to escape my past; and I was right.

Your Name Mrs. Love Hilliard Creative Writing 25 January 2017 Love on the B-Line Love will always be a good subject to write about, it’s an intense feeling that’s why we pay so much attention to it. Plays, poems and letters all of them can talk about love but not all of the are interesting. When we start reading something we have to care about it, be curious about what’s going to happen in the next chapter otherwise we will never finish reading what we started. In the play Love on the B-Line by Adam Kraar the writer did a great job when he made clear the conflict between Marie and Robbie, Marie’s goal is showed throughout the story and the credibility of their dialogue helps this play to be an incredible one.

Grr I hate it when people just comment on an post to just correct my spelling on Facebook.

There's a bottle on the shelf, talkin' to me Sayin', "Come over here, you can have a drink" We can make it through this lonely night together But that's a road I don't wanna go back down And I hate myself for what I'm thinkin' now Hey, it's just one

In a Cafe in the city of Lahore in Pakistan, we find ourselves observing a man, who evidently originates from the USA and who seems to feel out of place. A bearded man takes a seat at his table and starts a very intriguing conversation, which soon transforms into main character’s long monologue.