Loilys Monologue

Luna agreed, “She has always been a very hard working lady and she did it on her own. She is admirable.” Taking a moment to think of a better reply, Luna returned, “As a family, my great grandparents were our true Heroes. Would it not have been for them we would not have moved or have what we have today.”

As we started towards home, I introduced the ladies to the MiBs in the car again, expanding on who is who and the role each played. I told the MiBs of Stapleya's role as head mother of the castle as featured in my book, and that both of the other two were her daughters. I introduced the girls to Alex, Matt and Jill and explained their role as cops, a concept difficult to translate into the simple society which they knew.

Lani: Terrorism? I don’t know, I think, also, no, in a positive way unfortunately; for me. Yeah, I feel it really helped me see people come together and I helped at the candle visual and there were all these people there. (Tell me more about the candle visual). I was there handing out tissues, no one needed it, it was such a serious mood and didn’t expect that much people to turn up, like we had chairs set up and there was more people than there was chairs. Everyone was really respectful and if someone crying, everyone was there to hold them and talk to them. (Where was that at?). It was at in the front of the lower commons. (How long was it?). Maybe, two hours; I don’t know I was helping from the beginning. My time is a little wrapped.

Well, like you said it's her money and she earned it. She actually is sitting down and taking time to learn what she needs to know as we can see when she's on her bed looking through documents. She knows her shit even if it's only a bit and you can she that with the way she interacts with that guy she's helping sell the apartment. She's takes HUGE ass risks but she's not stupid.

The music’s volume lowered as a familiar song was playing. A baby! It’s shrill shrieks filled the air and a group of many. Just like all new babies, they are all born with something. This new baby had a maraca, a small ball attached to a stick painted every color except green. That WAS me, but I’m not a baby. I’m 12 Earth years, whatever that place is, but let’s go back to when I was born. My parents gave birth to me like how normal people give birth. I had no name like how normal people are. Just like everyday normal people, I farmed Meeshan Blobs native to my hometown, the Green Cushion, where I farm green and yellow blobs. I was young then.

-Oy, you fucking asshole bitching guy sitting over there, you don't have permission to sit next to my baby! - Said Johnny.

Listening to the blacksmith stammer in wonder of how Nixie could have managed to damage a sword so badly, her gaze shifted to the side and down at nothing in particular. Even in all the years that she pretended to practice with that sword, she mostly used it in ways she shouldn’t have. Using it in her travels to roast fish, or whatever she manged to scrounge up, in her travels. It made a great spit when she couldn’t bother to find anything more suitable. When she wasn’t using it to cook, she used it to push burning wood around in its pit. Generally she considered it an all purpose tool more than an actual weapon to defend herself with. If the edges were dull enough, she could even use it as a makeshift fishing pole!

Zoey’s last words resonated in Rheem’s head; she did have a valid point. Esto loved the ground Zoey walked on and he wouldn’t just leave her without a word, and even if he did he would have at least left Mike to wait for her. Instantly he got a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach; he didn’t fear for his boy but he was concerned as to what had been so important for him walk off without saying anything to him or Zoey. And the fact that he wasn’t back by now, told him that Esto may be in the process of fucking some shit up.

Out of the mist, came the daunting figure of one with no kindness in his heart, no mercy to spare and no care in the world; for in his hands thick fingers had entangled in deep brown hair as body and feet struggled to keep up. There were grunts and groans ringing out before them as she was forced to a halt, and down on to her knees – Ioreth's struggle in the orc's hands was almost unbearable to watch. Lainon's path to her, however, was blocked, for a group of three orcs had decided to head for him; to make him watch – to make him suffer. The bond between the rangers had been a strong one throughout the trip; quite like a brother and sister. For was it not she and Lainon that had run off into the fog to face the foe? Was it not she who told Ruairmli to stay where he was? At this time, however, he could not, and despite her warning to them all to run, he stepped forward on to the ice, but he should have heeded her words. First he heard the crack, and then he felt himself slowly sink into it, the ice giving way under his large boots, but the water beneath was not all that deep – waist deep if anything, but incapacitating all

August was concluding and school was set to begin in just a week’s time, so my mama had suggested, “Hey, why don’t we go into the village to do a little back-to-school shopping?”

Mr. Y’s monologue reveals that he is experiencing many concerning health issues. His finding of a sore on his great toe indicates that he is suffering from complications of uncontrolled Diabetes. Nerve damage and poor circulation cause significant problems for patients with Diabetes including peripheral neuropathy, which is a common cause of foot ulcers (CDC). Treatment of painful peripheral neuropathy includes tricyclic medications as first-line therapy, followed by pregabalin/gabapentin and duloxetine, then tramadol and oxycodone (IDF, 2014). However, Mr. Y. is only experiencing pain when he puts his shoes on, therefore his treatment would be centered around controlling blood glucose, managing his current foot ulcer, and preventing future

I’m still in complete and utter shock that you're gone Mrs. Hollie. I remember when I first met you at Le Chaperon Rouge when I was four years old. You were so kind, bubbly, and always playing with my hair. When Mrs. Heather started working with me, you were always there right by her side along with Mrs. Hallie and the rest of family. Every time you entered a room we always could tell that you arrived through your loud voice, your smile, and your ability to always crack an inappropriate joke or story at any given time. I remember when you got Baby the cat and endlessly worked to pay for her surgery when she broke her back, your determination and work ethic was noted by everyone. Or all the days when we would go looking for bargains and

My name's Madelyne (more commonly known as Maddie), I was looking at your profile and become interested in being an Au pair for you in 2017. I would love to get to know you and your family, not just from a profiles explanation.

I can feel the warm summer rays kissing my body as I push my way through the overflowing crowd of people. As I make my way closer to center stage, I can hear the music getting louder and louder until the words turn in to unrecognizable vibrations. There is a moment of silence before the first artist hits the stage and then everything turns to chaos. The crowd is going wild- screaming, jumping, and just going completely rampant. In the mist of all the excitement, I drop my handbag. That’s when a tall girl with short red hair appears in front of me with my tribal printed bag. My eyes light up with pure relief. “Looking for this?” she exclaims. “Yes! Thank you! Thank you! I shouted.

There is the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and sweat in the air. It is about 10 PM on a hot August night inside the Echo in Los Angeles. People are packed inside the small music venue waiting as band roadies set up the stage with speakers, microphones, electric guitars, electric bass guitars, and a drum set. Groups of black-clothed or stud, patch, and chain laden people are scattered about; an eager, almost impatient energy dominates the venue’s atmosphere. There is a thumbs up exchange between venue crew members and the lights go off, leaving only bright and colorful stage lights shining on the empty stage. The audience erupts with cheers as four middle-aged men walk on stage. They get in their places and moments later, fast-paced, messy, distortion-heavy music blasts from the stage and speakers. The singer growls, “I wanna kick in the radio/ I wanna bomb the record store/ I say, destroy all music!” The audience goes wild and a large circle pit immediately forms in the middle of the venue. Youths and adults alike are running around, slamming into, and aggressively pushing each other in the circle pit. Some people climb on stage and dive into the crowd. All negativity, stress, obligations, and personal afflictions of the people inside the Echo fly out its doors. The band performing was Los Angeles punk rock band the Weirdos. The audience consisted of punk fans.