Marley 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 had never been on an airplane. My stomach felt like I had just eaten rotten fish and I was about to throw up. I was so excited to go, but at the same time I was scared because I had never been on a plane. We waited in the airport for at least an hour. Finally our flight was called, as I walked on the plane my heart was about to jump out of my skin. After the flight attendant had went through all the rules and we put our seat belts on the plane was going to take off. I thought the worst thing about the flight was taking off and landing. I didn?t like taking off and landing because my ears popped. Other than the fact that my ears popped taking off and landing the flight went smooth, we didn?t crash. When the plane landed, I couldn?t wait to stand on solid ground again.

Forty years is a long time, long enough to deprive a person of any connection to the real world. I mean those cars, machines, children crying… I just couldn’t get used to them. Sometime I feel I’m standing in the eye of hurricane, the noises whipping around me like a gale. It’s a terrible thing to live in fear. All I’m doing is just lying here, smoking, unable to sleep. I look up and see old Brooks’s world from the beam, he gave up. That makes me more scared. He couldn’t cope with the real world, so he decided to release himself totally. Well, I guess I have become institutionalized like Brooks as, I can’t feel

I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything.

It all started the day I died. I think I should formally introduce myself, My name was Craig Crow and I lived in Alabama on a corn farm with my wife and two beautiful twin sons. We lived in a house with 3 bedrooms and a very small crawl space in the attic. The barn was old with bright red paint and big white sliding doors, we owned 2 horses, one for me and one for my son. The only way for us to get into town was a small green beaten up pickup truck that had been passed down for generations. The house had been passed down just like the truck had been and my whole family is buried here, including my wife and I.

Right as I a walked out the airplane I heard unfamiliar language being spoken around me. People were buzzing around as my heart started to beat fast. My life started to change dramatically, then it struck me it was around 18 hours

I awoke to the sound of beeping, my eyes needed to adjust to the light of the pristine white walls. I heard shuffling of clothing to my left, I slowly turned my head to see a man with

I thought one of the saddest things i had ever heard was when Coleman told me he doesn’t know if he feels anything but I think it maybe sadder that I’m losing faith in everything. It may not actually be any sadder but it is definitely hitting me harder than that did. I am so lonely in this world and I desperately need someone in my life that can help  me change that. Since I realized how officially done he and I were I’ve gotten super drunk four times and cried like a baby each time worse than the one before. I don’t even remember the last one and that’s not me. I hate not remembering and so fully embarrassing myself along side that I’ve pissed Dawn off and no one else even likes me well excuse me plenty of guys like me but you know what they

Oh, no. Here she comes. I hope she doesn't pick her again out of all the pieces in her collection we’re the most worn. It's 7:30 a.m. on a Monday morning marking the 2700th time I've been worn since I’ve been here. I don't mind, though being one of the most worn pieces in her collection. I don’t recognize this new fragrance it’s softer and has a youthful scent

A particularly nasty group pf men set at the far end of the bar, their drunken crooning filling the rest of the tavern with horrid, off key notes. From what Marco heads from their legible conversation, much of what they "say" are merely drunken slurs, it appears that they are a band of mercenaries or something similar.

I keep pretty quiet when it comes to Alba, Brandyn and Dave’s biological relationship. I try not to get involved and tend to bite my tongue when I see you, time and time again, over stepping your boundaries as a step parent, but this has nothing to do with their relationship.

As Justine and I were jumping on sleds and I jumped onto the sled and I fell to the ground. Justine asked “Are you ok?” and I said “No!” Then I tried to stand up but, I couldn’t. Then I sat up for a little while then I tried to stand up again and I couldn’t move my whole leg or it would hurt. So then Jacie ran inside and told my dad that I fell on the sled and I couldn’t stand up. Next my came outside and he

Everything black, I don't want black I want everything black, I ain't need black Some white some black , I ain't mean black I want everything black Six in the mornin', fire in the street Burn, baby burn, that's all I wanna see

The light to put our seatbelts on glowed as the captain spoke to us and flight attendants acted out safety instructions. At take-off my stomach was filled with butterflies, but I wasn't scared. My body was pushed into the seat but I pretended I was the captain of a fighter jet. When we were stable I discovered that flying wasn't that bad. And the ocean looked beautiful out the windows! I put on my CD player until the played the in-flight movie, Planet of the Apes. I didn't like it so I kept listening to my CD player all the way through dinner. I fell asleep but the sound of the captains voice woke me. He was telling us there was an hour left of the flight. Flight attendants asked us to stow away our bags and prepare for landing. Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach again as I anticipated the landing. I felt the plane lose