Lost By Abigail Monologue

Thank you for your response and question. I could only hope that her family would notice she was not home. Now, how long would it take? I think maybe a few days depending on if she had things around the house that she had to do. I don’t know any other outcomes that come to mind when Connie is basically being forced in to this guy’s car to be driven to only god knows where to possibly be raped or murdered all because she was getting any kind of affection from her mother and aunt who were too busy comparing Connie to her sister. I wish we could have known how long has the house and Connie’s family been watch by this guy. I kind of wish this story had a better ending or maybe an alternate ending where she was able to get away and get help or Arnold’s

Alicia is a fairly tall individual standing at 1.78 with a slim body not weighing more then 76 kg. With her height coming mainly in her legs she often towers over people. Her arms are of a regular length going down to her hips. Her hands are very small almost too small in fact because of this she will often hide her hands from others when she can. Her hands aren't the only small part of her her feet and follow the same pattern. She has been wearing the same size shoes since she was 13 a fact she often tries to hide by buying larger shoe sizes and stuffing them hoping no one notices.

My dear husband, I understand that you would do anything to get me out of jail; but it is not necessary. As you know, I am with child and they will postpone my death a year. They tell me of how you have fought to try to save me. You do all of this at your own expense. We both wish that things weren’t this way; but you don’t need to suffer with me. If you continue to defy the court they will have no mercy on you. What would happen to our children? They would be orphaned; I refuse to do that to them. You have to forget about helping me and focus on our boys.

Grace tied a piece of twine into a bow around the daisies and balanced the bouquet carefully, so the flowers would hide the death date on the gravestone. She had purposely left the dash between the life and death dates visible. She wanted to see the tiny etching in which her aunt’s life was supposed to have taken place, not that any one person’s life could be fit into a dash. However, in the whole scheme of things, maybe their lives were just a bunch of dashes.

ABIGAIL: feels good getting rid of the witches in this town doesn't it girls? MARY: shut it Abigail, you know that we are lying. ABIGAIL,Angry: did you just tell me to shut it you swine?

I was wrong about Catherine- and I’m not embarrassed to say that in any way. But regardless of first impressions, and regardless of whatever is at work in this universe, I’m thankful for what kept us together.

"My father? Ha! More like a crazy uncle. I moved in with him when my father died." Olivia blabbered on about her boring existence. She had graduated from the University of Navarra School of Business and Economics in Pamplona, Spain. Her father was a Pamplona police officer...blah, blah. Olivia's God mother to her best friend's baby...blah, blah. One day she wants to travel to Cuba...blah, blah, blah.

My dearly beloved Rebecca, who of no fault of her own left this world on the 5th October in the chamber of the Salem courthouse. Rebecca and I spend 57 years together, in that time we were fortune enough to share many delightful memories together, with that being said I know I would do anything to be able to have more time with her and create many more memories. As a child I would always dream of marrying the lady of my dreams and that day came true on the 2nd February 1640 when I played my eyes of my beautiful to be wife as she walked down the aisle in a stunning white handcrafted gown.

We were blessed to have Miss Abby in our lives for over 15 years. Abby was 6 weeks old, 4 lbs. and a personality twice her size when we brought her home. Within days, she filled our home with an abundance of joy, love & laughter which we will always remember & cherish forever. When the difficult decision was finally made to let her go, we were able to feel relieved knowing she left us in the most peaceful manner possible, without the pain she had experienced for so many years due to illness, surgeries, and conditions associated with aging.

Ugh where is this? and why is it so dark here you could at least put on a light lets just yell for somebody or something " HELLO SOMEBODY THERE? " [ Yes i am here master ] " who are you calling master?! " not that i mind being called that [ I am calling you that ] "

I am 21 years of age with no one to count on, no hopes for a brighter future, and feeling all alone trying to be the best mother I can be for Abigail-Rose. I’m wondering who can help guide me through my journey of motherhood and as a young woman, where I try to be as visible as possible in covering my emotions through a smile. I’m trying to show that I am a strong young woman, yet I’m scared to do or say the wrong things. I desperately hope no one will ask me if “I’m okay,” because then I’ll burst into tears.

Susan. I hate Susan. She has crossed me for the last time now. It's not like she has ever wronged me, but something about her makes me hate her. Everyone just loves Susan, and I can see why. She's just so good at everything. She's smart, pretty, athletic, and just the best at everything. But the worst part is, she's nice. Yeah, I mean it. Earlier today at the lunch tables, I couldn’t help but sneeze all over Susan and her lunch. She just turned to me with her smile that I hate with all my soul and simply said, "Bless you!" with that 'oh so sweet voice' of hers. That just fueled the burning hatred I felt for that little Sausage even more.

An elongated car ride was taken to an abrupt halt as hyperventilation commenced. I compelled myself to pull over alongside a gravel road near hiking trails. My heart seemed as if it escaped my body, as it was pounding so profoundly against my chest. The news I had received had changed my life completely. Hot tears appeared instantly upon my cheeks, but my eyes were still.

Have you ever seen a clear blue sky that was aesthetically pleasing? In a field far away, full of bright bizarre yellow flowers, there was a woman that loved sitting there looking at the all the different delightful shapes in the sky. The woman was tall, in addition had long blonde hair that reached the ground. She was wearing a pink shirt, which stood out in all the beautiful yellow flowers, and a white flowy skirt. She loved frolicking around in the field. With her, she had a sparkling green dog. The dog was very large equally important she could almost ride it like a horse, of course she didn’t, but she could if she wanted to. One day when the woman and her sparkling dog were just leaving their very small village, that they lived in, they noticed a large man at the end of the sketchy alleyway she uses to get to the field.

A ways away from a town that I call home, I found a happy place. I often find myself walking through the park by myself. The beautiful trees, the way the yellow and red leaves crumple under my feet every step I take. When the flowers bloom and how it's the most spectacular sight you could ever imagine seeing, all the different colors that appear. When you breathe in and you get this smell of purity, you feel free and alive. Sometimes I like to sit on the old wooden bench where the bench frame is a little rusted, and I get rid of my thoughts and my eyes search the sky. In the winter the icy breeze makes me shiver, and the cold air I take in, is like sitting in front of an air conditioner and breathing in. Some mornings the sun beams across the sky, which is not quite blue yet, but the sun has almost fully risen. When the wind blows, it grazes over the blades of grass. Some days I just stand and take a deep breath in and I can taste the spring. When summer comes around, and the bees are buzzing, and the hot sun beats on the back of my neck, I lay on the soft grass and listen, to the birds chirping a beautiful song, and the kids playing in the park. The sky is the bluest view in sight.