Mountain Dew Monologue

“Not bad,” replied Gabby, who had thrown her bag up on the counter and was trying to fish out a lighter, “just got off!” Both of her stockings had a run in them and flicks of discarded food stuck to the sides of her tennis shoes. Her dress was black and sparkling. Vernon could tell she worked at another diner the moment she got out of the cab. The waitress flipped over an empty cup and poured out what was leftover of the coffee. Gabby had lite her cigarette, inhaled a drag, took a sip, and exhaled out a thick cloud of smoke in one single breath. “Ended up pulling a double?” The swirls in the smoke seemed to actuate Gaby's words. “Don’t remind me!” replied the waitress, who had removed one of her flats and was rubbing her heel, “I’ve been on and off my feet since 9:30 this morning.” Gabby looked towards the front of the diner at the back of Vernon’s head and then back at the waitress. “Rough night?” “Nope,” replied the waitress, “he’s been coming in here late for the last month or so, keeps to himself.” They both could see that Vernon was moving his hands while he was talking to himself. “We still on for tonight,” asked Gabby. “Maybe,” said the waitress, “as long we can get a table.” The band aids on the back of her heels needed to be replaced with new ones. Gabby

Leaves crunched under my feet as I ran from the police officer. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied a set of rectangular eyes on a porch. I ran to the door and knocked. “Trick or treat!” A hand reached out and placed a handful of candy corn in my bag. Soon my brother caught up, light from the full moon reflected off his plastic badge. Reaching in my bag I found grabbed some interesting feeling triangular candies and popped them in my mouth. Tonight my candy corn addiction had started.

“Yes, you there, that man er—young man I spoke to earlier,” she shrilled, clumsily trotting across the street. “Yes, you,” she panted, grasping hold of her centered, skirt slit and swiftly darting across the grass. “Oh it’s wet, the grass is moist,” she wailed. “Yes, you there,” she said again, pointing at me, nearing closer and clamoring up the porch steps. “Oh look, those are some beautiful, Ah—deadly roses!” she squawked, “I think they just made a ladder in my favorite tights.” Her face looked like it was going to sob again, but briskly, she straightened her stance and blew out a sharp breath. “I know,” she said breathlessly, “you're probably wondering what this horrendous woman is is doing in front of you and—oh my god, is this street full of supermodels!” her eyes shifted distractedly, gawking at Gemma. “You look like an angel. Your light, champagne blond hair is so gorgeous, and you're so lean and perfect—how tall are you? She quizzed Gemma.

“You don’t see the problem?” she screamed outraged. “You are so drunk you probably don’t even know your own name. I can’t deal with this anymore, Jack. I don’t want to have to worry about our daughter while I’m gone because I can’t trust you to watch her. I’m sorry but I’m done.” The wife was shocked with herself but knew that it was the right thing to do. This needed to be done because Jack would never change.

I can't stop thinking of Darry tonight. His crying really left me BEWILDERED. Sodapop and I ain't ever seen Darry cry before. He's always put on a strong face for us, I never thought I'd be the one to open the floodgates, I thought he hated me. For a while it actually almost felt like Darry wasn't even human, just someone there to constantly nag us, well, mainly me. Thinkin' back though I know "Darry did care about me, maybe as much as he cared about Soda, and because he care, he was trying too hard to make something of me.". I mean, it is my fault he gave up his future, sure would make sense that he'd want to dictate mine. That's also been going through my head a lot. Darry could be living near those Socs, over in the west side. I keep on

He then transfers me to the waiter’s number. The waiter explains that he served a couple and a close friend last night. However, during the dinner, the friend and Caroline had gotten into an altercation. The husband, on the other hand, was very quiet; all he did was smoke the tobacco pipe. The one thing that caught the waiter’s eye was a pipe that had a design of the Essex ship. The information that came across, led to a woman named Madeline Crook. She has been a close co-worker of Caroline for the past few years. I rush over to the address of Miss Crook’s home. Before I even knock, a woman with blonde hair, average height, and strong makeup swings the door open.

We start of with spring of 2019 when a senior boy named daniel, he was well known for playing the boys soccer team and volleyball team. It was april and he seen posters for prom and ask his friends “ are you going to that dance in may” said daniel, they all replied by saying “ yes”. Then they ask daniel “are you going to the dance”, but daniel said to all of them was “i dont know”.later that day daniell thought to himself “ if i go, who will i go with?”. The next day daniel was talking to jackie which was a close friend to daniel. Then he decided to ask jackie to go to the dance with him. Then at that moment he thought in his mind what if she got asked to the dance with someone else. So daniel decided to ask her “ have you heard about the

I woke up to the sound of carnival music and familiar laughter of a child that are blaring through the walls. What the heck? I dazedly get out of bed, noticing the door wide open, and the hallway light is swirling with vibrant colors. I could feel my feet walking me out of the room, almost as if someone’s pulling the strings of my movements, not letting me have any control whatsoever.

Sighing, the new barmaid kept walking until she got to the tavern. She pushed the door and entered. The poor girl stood there awkwardly earning a few glances from the clients as looked down and approached the counter. Immediately, a man, presumably in his forties, came from behind the bar and stood in front of the shy young

His night on the town started with a shitload of beer and a bevy of enticing women as distractions. Bryan Thomas tried to decide which he wanted more, a repugnant drink or a quick fuck though either way, he’d still regret it in the morning. As he contemplated, a blonde haired, blue eyed beauty walks into the bar with a friend. When the woman turned to her friend and then began to speak, Bryan caught sight of her ass, so full and round, and he grinned.

Instead, I kept walking until I reached my destination. I walked up to Ms. Betty’s porch and rung the bell. She snatched the door open very quickly “I thought you was Romeo,” which is what she calls Jerome. “What you want gal, I ain’t got all day to be standing here,” I pulled the money from my pocket “I got money this time, is it okay if I wait for Rome,” she pulled the door open further “Get in here gal, and don’t wake up Henry,” I walked past her and into her dingy living room. I sat in the worn out lazy boy. This damn thing reeked of piss and bad table manners. I was antsy so I held my tongue. I could hear the bass from a car outside and knew it was Rome. The car shut off and within two minutes I heard his key in the door. I jumped up and was beat to greet him by his mother. “What you got for me baby,” Rome looked at her “An ass whooping if you don’t back the fuck up. Damn!” she moved back a little and that’s when he saw me. Before I could speak he said “Damn, can a nigga take a piss first,” I shook my head allowing him to go relive himself and I went and sat back in the chair. A few minutes went by and Jerome came from the back of the apartment and tossed him momma a baggie. She ran over to the table and stuffed what she had in her makeshift pipe and lit up. The smell was so potent it woke up Henry. “So, you just gone let a nigga sleep while you smoke

Darlene turned off her cell phone and tossed it into her bag. She batted at her cheeks, and Walker pretended that her tears were invisible. If she was upset over anything else, he would try and comfort her. When it came to the subject of Tracey’s recent heavy alcoholism, though, he backed off. It had only taken one punch from her small, accurate fists to learn the topic was off limits unless she started the conversation.

Little over a year and a half ago, I began my employment at the local Freeburg Dairy Queen. Newly turned sixteen and fresh on the training block, I was focused on learning the ropes and not so much the customers. That was when one guy, I would soon learn to be a regular, sauntered in through the door. Of course being a girl, any hot guy that comes through the door is bound to catch one’s eye, but he had completely captured my heart. Only sixteen and yet to hit puberty, I always knew there would never be a chance of an “us,” except that is until a single note changed the game.

Leaving his side, I went to open the door. “Hi!” She kissed me on both cheeks and hand me a basket full of wines, crackers and cheeses she was holding. “Welcome home.” She said, in way of greeting. “Darling, I had not seen you forever. I found you a hunk of a man. He is a gorgeous stockbroker with a great personality. He is…” Liz stopped mid sentence when she notice Brian behind me, looking furious. She gazed my way stunned.

Long ragged breaths erupted from Arriety as she gripped on the brake levers that were attached to her handles. Hitting the curb, she quickly hopped off her bicycle, leaving it to fall to the cement ground, only to break out in a run. Arriety had peddled as fast as she possibly could so she could see him one last time. She had received many funny looks as she showed up to an airport on a bicycle and had thrown it to the ground, running off into the air port frantically trying to search for the electronic sign that lead her to his terminal. Arriety was sure she looked like an absolute mess. Her glasses were tucked into her messy hair, her bun had fallen during her frantic ride, she was actual quite surprised her glasses didn't fly off. The fishnets that adorned her legs now had actual holes in both thighs due to her thighs rubbing against the faux leather seat on her bicycle. Arriety's yellow converse were now also stained with dirt and other scuff marks due to starting and pushing off at cross walks and stop signs. Her rugged appearance had no place in her mind, all she could think of was getting to him before the passengers were told to board their flight. As she ran down the seemingly never ending hallway, Arriety remembered how she had first met him.