Monologue From The Crucible

He had big wing and he was reddish blackish with three green glowing eyes. He began to fly towards me, then stopped and ask”You know who i am do you?” I answered saying” Your Orix the King The leader of darkness and you will stop at nothing till your son's murder was revenged.”

“I believe that’s our business- not yours.” Rhett snaps - glaring both of them down.

After a few giggles, we look up at the musky stars in the night sky and listen to the hum of cars traveling past. Even in the city, it felt like the moon was the only thing lighting our magical little rooftop.

We’re at the tree line scoping out the house when I see movement along the foundation. A window slowly slides sideways followed by a small hand reaching out. Alessandra.

As well as repeating how she was my best friend and how I was bound to invite her to go, how could I refuse! In spite of her excitement, all I wanted to do was turn around and run as far as I could, the thought of going filled me with dread- I could just sense something was not right.

“Ah, yes, the bull rider’s son giving me the scope of his evil plan. That’s truly the worst of my problems.” The boy deadpans.

Within the novel The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, the main protagonist, Christopher Boone, is assumed to have autism, however, this condition is never mentioned. Suggestions deriving from the author Mark Haddon, give the assumption of this from the protagonist’s unorthodox behaviors. With the background of Haddon, assisting patients with autism, the story illustrates the viewpoint assumed one with autism would observe. Furthermore, understanding the lack of the condition with the author, Haddon gives multiple insights through variation of techniques used within the book; both content and style of writing, used to display problems that autistic people reconcile with. Methods such as the use of Christopher’s lack of

“Indeed. They never knew their parents. Never. They grew up in this old home with a man and is son who participated in the foster care program. They were strangers, and cared for them until they both started asking questions and made a run from what they had. The family gave them all they could, love, food, and shelter. They began to wander at about sixteen. Caspian says he’s never regret the decision. I think something scarred them enough to make them leave.”

"I'm sure that you don't share the same father than that soldier." Antanas interrupted. "When he was moving away from me, I was still so angry and ashamed that I shouted asking why he had done that. He stopped and replied that he had learned the basis of war from his father and he never had thought him how to kill kids."

I cleared my throat to be able to speak loud enough for me to hear. "What are you doing?"

"He tried to kill Alaric…" She paused, throwing her mother a glance as she rose to her feet. "I did what any sane mother would have done, I protected my child."

Alistair: Well, it felt more like a side conversation you and Flemeth were having, but you didn't seem happy about it. She said Morrigan's magic would be useful and you nodded.

I awoke on the concrete floor, my wrists bound behind my back. As my eyes adjusted a narrow barred window too high for me to see through from where I sat resolved into view. White moonlight washed in, painting rectangles across the tiles.

I turn back around and finish my work, before I announced that I am, I can still feel Morty looking at me.

I didn't want her to stop me... or follow me. I know I was wrong. I wanted to live here with you.