Monologue Of Catherine

Everybody and all that I have adored I have lost. How unfortunate. My father and mother, Belle Reve, and now Mitch. While it isn't last I comprehend what will happen, for I have no fortunes with regards to love. To start with my poor, dear, youthful spouse. Why, goodness why, did his passing need to happen? On the off chance have he not kicked the bucket, I would not need to confront this cold blooded and revolting world alone. The main way I know how to survive is to, well, lie. In any case, how am I to keep this up when I know I have been exploited?

My skin was scrubbed raw. Madame bathed, washed me and then scrubbed me over and over again. Every time she would dump the bucket of water over me, and the soap would recede she would frown, and grab the loofah and resume attacking the grime and dirt that latched to my skin. She kept scrubbing and scrubbing until finally she realized that the dirt wouldn't come out with mere water and her undying resolve

Katelyn had started off by telling me about how after the last sickness had ended (The weird influenza that the doctors could never figure out what it truly was.) and how the villagers had all gone off and gotten their pitchforks and torches to chase my grandmother out of village after having blamed it all on her. (Figuratively speaking, of course,) Then that was when Harlin, Donnie, Erik, along with the three bitches had all decided that they would be the ones to teach my grandmother a lesson and hopefully end up driving her out of Mount Harrison forever in doing so. Katelyn told me that they had wanted her to help them in their plan, but she had refused saying that what they were planning on doing just wasn’t right.

Katarina is the person that first comes to my mind when I think of the sang " to not judge someone without getting to know him or her first". She is judged by everyone in her school and she had next to no friends. Everyone just rights her off as a terrible person without even giving her a chance. An example of this when the teacher gave out that one assignment and she as really pleased about it. When she expressed her happiness with the assignment she was just shut down again by her own teacher. This also happens when Joey Donner makes fun of her every day in class. He calls her names and pokes fun at the things she likes. He judges her because she is an easy target to pick on because she is different and she speaks her mind. When Joey sees her at the party when she was going wild he didn’t want to help her but used it as another excuse or make fun of her. Once you get to know her she turned out to be a really pleasant person.

I only wanted to ask her why she be bring’n white chillun to church. A black sanctuary that’s now bin exposed to white folk. The finches of all people. Disgraceful it is. They got their church. And we got ours. I don’t care that it be the same god or whatever. It’s our space where there ain’t be no whites bossin us around or talkin like trash bout us. Its disgustin I tell you, its disgustin how they be treatin us. Thinkin they be the top of the town. If it weren’t for us they wouldn’t be eatin would they. Who would they have to be cleanin for them or cooking for them or farmin for them. Lazy, lazy, lazy I tell ya. So Cal be bringin dem chillun inta our space and I tell ya if I didn’t talk to dem they’d be runnin a muck and treatin my people like trash.

Dear K., there’s a mosquito stain between the pages of your book, a streak of platelets beside my index finger. The broken microscopic cells have escaped the hurly-burly of the wide aorta, the stark unholy flow through veins and tubules. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mistake anatomy for emotion.

COLIN: She says I’m “better off here” and that “Luke will get better”! They’re just excuses for the fact that she hates me!

This story is about a girl who does not want to reveal her inner self, and tries to change her outer self, so she can be liked by other people. The main character, Camilla tries to change herself from the outer side by trying 42 outfits. In my opinion , I would rather wear clothes I am comfortable in instead of trying to impress others, as beauty lies in the eyes of a beholder(we all have an opinion on what beauty means). Camilla wants to please people because in the story when she got stripes people called out colors and she changed as people wanted her to be. This tells clearly that Camilla wants people to like her in a different way instead of letting people like her the way she is.

It has occurred to me that a colored man has arrived in our village and I take it upon myself to alert you guys on the earnest matter. It’s an unusual thing for a colored man to be present among us so it’s safe to assume that this man is dangerous. He arrived here in a village solely with no passengers nor a captain and that has raised my suspicions. He came from Central Europe by some means he dot driven by a storm. What struck me the most is -when the creature was crawling out of the sea he rolled down into a sea dike-how did he survive because most like people who end up on the opposite side of a sea dike, normally have a severe injury. There’s only one explanation for this adequately lunacy demeanor-he’s different from

“You stupid bitch,” she said as she stood in front of the grave stone crying, her voice cracking, “Why didn’t you listen to me?” Anna felt like her heart had shattered. She should have stopped her, she shouldn’t have let her put that needle in her arm; she was supposed to be watching Melody. She fell to her knees and remembered the funeral.

I have unchained an abhorrent abomination upon the world. A beast that could only be classified as personified sin and I am the one to blame for the formulation of such monstrousness. Could this creation be a mere impression of its creator? An imprint of the true nature that lies within his guilt-ridden soul? I know not the answer, however I have felt the cumbersome weight of guilt become more delicate as I compose this letter. I now know that the events that had transpired are of no one’s fault but my own. The once lifeless being that has taken my life, my brother’s life, is my own responsibility.

Juliet Capulet was a nice little girl. At the age of 13, she had left this world. I was her Nurse and i pretty much raised her. She was the only daughter of Capulets and I know they are devastated,but I feel like I’m the one who is being punished the most. Juliet was like a daughter to me. I raised her, feed her with my own milk all throughout her childhood, and I was her best friend.. Juliet was very calm, yet very strong when it comes to love. The only time she disobeyed her parents was when her parents wanted her to get married but she was already married to Romeo. Juliet's love for Romeo was so strong. It was love at first sight. She was his love and she was his love. Although their love was forbidden from the beginning, it always felt

She quickly spoke up and said, ‘Hello there, my name is Charlotte Jolynn, and I’m from round’ here’.

As I walked among the frozen souls, the silence that surrounded them was deafening. My guide, Joan of Arc fell silent for once in her life, for it was her inspiring words that led to victories for France in the Hundred Years War. Though now honored among the archangels, Joan chose to lead souls through the depths of the Inferno to reach Paradiso and continue her life’s work to inspire others. And now she lead me through the 9th circle of hell, into the farthest edges of the cavern where I could no longer seeing front of me. Before I could turn to Joan and ask her where we were going, she shoved me from behind

There was gossip all over Sparta that Queen Helen had been captured. They said she had been captured by the Trojan prince Paris. The rumors were true, Queen Helen had been captured by Prince Paris. I only knew this because King Menelaus was upset by the capture of his wife and persuaded his brother King Agamemnon of Mycenae to lead an expedition to retrieve her. I am one of the soldiers he sent.