Monologue From A Brady's Relationship

Face pale with terror, Adam's shaky hand moved to switch on the bedside lamp. Images of Fire and Brimstone, and writhing figures, - men, women and children all - screaming in pain as flames consumed their bodies, flowed through his mind. Eyeballs exploded, and liquefied flesh oozed into fiery lava pits, leaving nothing but a collapsed pile of charred bones on the ground before moments later the victim's human form was resurrected in its entirety, and subjected to the same agonising fate again. Over and over, ad infinitum.

Have you ever wanted to be in Williamsport playing baseball? Well, I have I’ve been practicing since I could hold a baseball. Now all my training paid off. I finally made it. So did my friend Johnny. Johnny and I made it to Williamsport on different teams. It’s the Elimination game. Who ever loses goes home. It was a close game. Until the 9th inning the bases were loaded. Jimmy was on 1st, Timmy on second and Joey on 3rd. I’m up - 3-2 count. Johnny is pitching. He throws me a fastball right down the middle.Crack I crush it. Going… going… gone! A walk off grand slam. We win! After the game we go shake hands with the other team. I come to Johnny. I put out my hand and he doesn’t even make eye contact. He just walks away. The

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.

My intent is to inform about what has been going on, and by no means to get Micah Jackson in trouble, on the other hand, I feel that he is responsible for his poor decisions he made. I was reluctant to go ahead and speak to my manager Pam at first because I am used to handle situations like that on my own without anyone’s involvement

Archie’s house to play board games. They both agreed that they had never had that much fun before, and they even made plans to hang out the next day.

Twenty years ago Jimmy Wells wanted to meet me at this place twenty years from now. Now he has caught me because he knew I was a thief .

I see people go through there Dailey routine like they are robots They're faces have no expressions and they have no thoughts Like an assembly line they organize Who knows what they see If I stepped in there shoes how would I see me Are they human Do they have a brain Are they being controlled, like someone controls an animal with rains I won't ever know what it's like to not be me

“[I] have a wife as miserable as [myself], [we] are so miserly that [we] conspire to cheat on each other.” (Irving 1).

Warning if you have not seen all of Grey’s Anatomy I recommend not reading this. I could tell you everything there is to know about greys and I plan to.

“That was a stupid move! Now they’re going to chase you! Too many people are already looking for you.” A young girl with blonde-brown hair, wearing a band shirt and jeans, was yelling at her television while watching her favorite show, Unnatural. Her favorite character, Charles, had ran away from the work that she didn’t want to do while nobody was looking. She was eating her least favorite snack: Vegetables. As if the show didn’t make her upset enough. Great. Someone is knocking on her door. I can’t handle my favorite character dying again! Too many people die in this show. Then she heard a knock on the door.

I watched Peyton get out of bed. I pretended to be asleep as I watched her change her clothes. I wasn't watching her in a sexual manner, I just loved the way her skin looked in this lighting. She was so pale and curvy, healthy too. The light laid over her pale skin, and her shadow twisted with her as she pulled her shirt off. What was that word she told me? Beautiful. That's what she was.

It was a cold and windy September 17 in Denton, Maryland. The year was 1997. Kurt was working in the field like he does everyday. His wife, Beth, could see him from the house. He could hear from a distance his two daughters playing in the yard. It was their birthday today.

Yesterday His clear, blue eyes, Illuminate his gaze. Loving sensation runs through my veins, Pumping warmth within me. These days vanish, Like the figments of a fantasy.

Yeah, had. That a week ago. We can let Jaques get his things, and then you can take us to my house and get your stuff. JAQUES

“Academy for the Adolescence, founded in 1774.” I read out loud to my parents. My family and I are standing in rounded cement pathway around a statue with what I assume is the headmistress. I gaze up at the statue, I look at all of her face facial and take in the sense of what it would be like to actually be her presence. After awhile of me standing there in awe, daydreaming, my parent 's guide me into the big brick house. There is a deck, wood, very old, it creaks when I walk on it. There are two giant door, side by side, that are propped open by two women who are greeting each family by name. It’s our family turn to walk through the door. “Welcome back Mrs. Emerson!”, the two ladies say in sync with one another. We walk onto newly