Monologue Of Seman's Diary

Today is the day. Today is finally the day that I am to be released from the psychiatric hospital since that day when I passed out. I know last time you heard from me, I was broken and unhappy and had hate for the world, but i'm in the best state i could ever be, I really am I tell you. Oh how excited I am to see old Phoebe. I haven’t seen her since i’ve been admitted into this wing of the hospital. Oh I wonder how much she has grown< She was so intelligent and pure, nothing could ever compromise her. So I hope nothing hasn’t. I was retrieving most of my belongings before I left, when I happened to run into old Ms. Patty. This was my nurse and oh, how lovely she is. “Oh hello Holden, leaving so soon ?” she said so to me with great compassion. Naturally I said, “Why yes sadly, I must go on with myself and enjoy the world, perhaps find myself a woman”, I said this suave as hell, I tell you.

When Stanley first got to Camp Green Lake he was timid, apprehensive, and hesitant, but now he’s dauntless, sympathetic, and worthy.

I’m ready to fight i tried telling myself, but I’m not until I turn on my music but now I think that it is distracting me. Let's do this, it’s now or never. “For Skyrim” I yell.

Tears began to fall down my cheeks as he pressed his body into my back. I then felt....pressure....down below. And a searing pain ripped through my entire body as he forced himself inside of me. I could feel warmth running down my legs. I don't think it was water. I closed my eyes tight and tried to think of my family and making spaghetti with my mom and playing the piano with nana. With every thrust I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into long lost memories of a time when I was truly innocent. I didn't even realize it had ended until I woke up in the medical ward 4 hours later. I was lying on my belly, my ass covered in blood-soaked bandages. They told me I had been stitched. They told me u would be okay. One of them leaned down and whispered to me "you deserved it" with a slight chuckle. I never saw their face. I shuddered to think that they could be treating me regularly. With such disgust and disregard for my

“What do you think of it, Mr. Jennison?” An about fifty-year-old neighbor, Mr. Lawrence, spoke to me as he looked around the suddenly empty storage room.

“That’s what it felt like this morning, because it’s their territory now, it’s Tom and Anna’s and Scott and Megan’s. I’m the outsider, I don’t belong here, and yet everything is so familiar to me” (65). I selected this quote because it indicates Rachel’s feeling of isolation from what she was once a part of. “I’m not beautiful, and I can’t have kids, so what does that make me? Worthless” (79).

It’s been six months since her husband Samuel died. It’s been hell since the day she found out. Like being pulled into a black hole. The moment those words left the man’s lips, she started falling into a black hole. When she made the funeral plans. When she packed all her belongings and all her son’s belongings into boxes and moved from California to a small town called Collinston. She just fell deeper and deeper. She isn’t the only one who has suffered from this loss. Her son William is 7 years old and will not talk to anyone other than his mother ever since the event of his father’s death.

He was sitting in a chair on his porch watching his farm. The farm contained corn, wheat, and carrots, and i was awfully hungry. The last time i ate was on the train. I know this because i had packed some carrots and bread in my luggage, but now my luggage is gone. I had to find a way to befriend this man. I knew exactly what i had to do. I tapped the dog on the forehead and again and again. He finally bit my arm softly, but enough to make it bleed. I kissed him on the forehead and took off to the farm. I ran onto the porch only to find the dog had followed me to the plantation. The farmer stood up and noticed me holding my arm. He examined me and suspiciously invited me to come in. I entered the house and a wave of terror flooded over

The time was early in the summer. I felt like I had been waiting for eight long months and finally the day, it was a Friday afternoon, when Sariah and I met Emmie and Pepper.

Gone. My beloved Bess is gone. No longer living, lifeless and cold. She is gone. I am no longer able to give her the prize that still rests in my pocket of my velvet coat, yearning to be opened to see her beautiful black eyes light up with joy. I just wanted to see her smile glow in the yellow gold light, but it cost her a life. My Bess, I already miss everything about her. From the way she ever so elegantly plaited a love-knots into her luscious, long black hair, to the way she made me feel. My arms are restless, longing for her little body, missing the way her beautiful body perfectly rested in my arms. Why did she do it?

The curve of her lips is so dainty, so bloodred, like the perfect cut through the jugular. Stop. I tell myself. You’re not him right now. Those taunting lips, though, I can see them on the rim of a crystal glass of champagne, spiked with perhaps Belladonna, a fitting name, a fitting death for this beautiful lady. I shake my head, drawing it out of the haze of who I am, who I want to be at that moment. She tilts her head slightly and those lips move, forming words I don’t comprehend.

Mr. Frank: It is just as dangerous to hide seven as it is to hide eight.

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.

At the start of April my oldest son John became very ill with what the doctor said was Smallpox. No one knows who had the disease first but my son was sent with the other infected people to the end of the wagon trail to be quarantined. That sunday many of us prayed for the sick as I would ask God to give my son the strength to fight off this disease and bring him back to me safely and better than he was before. I wrote to John every day as that would be the only way the families of the sick could speak to their loved ones to not risk spreading the disease more, in his letters he spoke of many people with blisters as big as a young child’s hand and that he felt the longer he was with these sick people the more his health began to decline. During

Good morning/afternoon class. Today I will be performing a monologue. As part of the Beenleigh Quota Club Eisteddfod this year, there is a Literature themed showcase. The aim of this showcase was to give voice to a marginalised or minor character, one whose voice is not heard extensively. The book we had to read was ‘The Book Thief by Markus Zusak and the character I have chosen is Kurt Steiner, who is one of Rudy’s siblings and part of the Steiner family.