Mr Farrar Monologue

Hey, how are you all doing out there ? Well, me I have just been trying to stay healthy and keep my head high so I can make it back to the only thing I have and that’s you all “my family”. I try not to think about you all too much because when I think about what's going on out there it makes me mad and I am so tired ‘’omg’’. We don't eat that much during war but when we get back to the base we eat pretty good, well actually really good. I notice that a lot of people donate food and medicine and first-aid kits too. I just got an Lee-Enfield rifle and it's a pretty nice gun, it can hold 10 bullets. I just been waiting to use it on, Germany, Austria-Hungary and the Ottoman Empire against the Allied forces of Great Britain, and there are some

I still remember it was my first class for the semester. I was excited for my first literature class. Everything went as good as I hoped, at the end of the class, Mr Matt our literature Professor assigned us with a drama review essay, for which we had to watch a live play at a theater and write a review on our experience. Four months later now i am trying to fix the wrong that i did. The day Mr Matt gave us the assignment he instructed us that you have 4 months to complete this assignment. Me being a lazy person planned to do it in the last month.. Three months passed by in the blink of an eye. When the time finally came to do my assignment. I was short of money to buy a ticket for the play as i spent a lot on social activities. But then i thought i can watch a play on youtube and write a review on that, without using any money. So i disobeyed My Professor's instructions and submitted a false assignment by watching a youtube video.

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.

Fortunato and I had gone to school with each other long ago, though were never friends. He’d bully me for my stubbiness, as I were short and chubby unlike the other kids. He’s hurt me ever since that day. I was playing with the friends that I did have once and he had tripped me on purpose, resulting in breaking my ankle and leaving me with a permanent limp forever. When I was, a mere adolescent had my first girlfriend, Fortunato had stolen her from me, they’d gone to a ball together hoping I wouldn’t find out though I’d known long before they knew. I puked on her face, I wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or not know. I courted his sister hoping he knows I want to be in his family. We get married and he still doesn’t like me, I had a child with

It's good to hear from you I've been thinking of everyone a lot, but I'm realizing just how hard it really is to keep up! Even though Landrum isn't that far away from my house it's still about 30 minutes from my new job. I've realized I can't come in on Tuesdays and expect to get to Sam's house at a decent hour. I like to come on Thursdays because Judy and Karen are working then, but sometimes Sam comes over on Thursday and I also like to go to the hospice barn around this time of year for vintage Christmas decorations but the only day I can go is Friday after work then there is no time to go to the library. I know I'm rambling my point is I'm trying to figure out a good schedule for everything in my life. I'm such a creature of habit that

This is Beechwood 2-0828. It’s all been very sudden. He was killed just six days ago in an automobile accident on the Brooklyn Bridge. The call operator interrupt saying my three minutes was up. And so, I am sitting here in this deserted camp in Gallup, New Mexico. I am trying to get a hold of myself so I won’t go mad. I have to go home to mother and tell her i’m not dead. So I got in the car and started driving as fast I could to her house. Then suddenly I saw the old man in the middle of the road but i kept driving until I was to my mothers house. I stopped only four times to eat and sleep that's all I had to see her and tell her i'm not dead. During my trip back home I would see the man with fresh raindrops on this raincoat every twenty miles. I was

Dr. Hastings runs over and sedates Wilbur again. Wilbur falls back asleep. There is a buzzing on Dr. Hastings phone. DR. HASTINGS Ugh!

I pray this letter has reached you safely, else I would be unable to explain my grim fate to you. However, it is likely you know the precise events which followed our brief encounter as you greatly influenced what happened henceforth. Nonetheless, I will continue to tell the tale of my woes in case you have overlooked something. Let me begin by introducing myself: I am Roger Mubin, the little boy who you lured into your home after he had attempted to mug you. If you have forgotten this name, know I have never forgotten yours, Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones. That name is forever ingrained in my mind, as if you have taken a knife and carved it in my brain. I apologize for my harsh tone, yet I am sure you understand as I have been rotting

I didn't know how to respond. He was my friend, nothing more. So the request to do such an act blew me away. I never expected him to ask such a thing, especially in person. It was just so... strange coming from him. I always knew he as "pure" compared to Sasha and I. Don't get me wrong, he did all the same stuff that her and I did, but I couldn't picture him asking a girl to do something to him like that.

The average American has three square meals a day. I, on the hand, have four. They are the following: breakfast, lunch, linner, and dinner. Sometimes linner is not enough to hold me over for dinner. Especially during the summer- where the days are stretched out like a pregnant woman’s stomach. It was one boring summer day when I received the monologue that I would never forget.

It has been two years since my last episode by the name of Jackson. I feel so lost in my position for that relationship. Love can make you do and say the craziest things. It will even make you feel so courageous. Yes, he had the best of me; although, it brought out the worst in me. I must have danced to his every song and played his every game. Not knowing that at anytime this could or would be our last time to laugh, to dance, or sleep together. I gave so much and he took ALL and so much more. Still… I blame nobody but myself. All the ranting and raving to prove a point…. He only did what he was allowed. He wasn’t pressured or pulled to. I activated my words to cultivate all the flames that ignited between us; however, Darold is nothing short

Sounds of laughter and screams of joy fill the air. An old 80s song is being played in the background. Camera continues panning across, with only the wall being visible. After a few more seconds, a man is shown leaning on the end of the wall. He has light skin, blond hair and is wearing a white shirt with a black tie and pants. He is holding a clipboard, writing on it. A woman approaches the man, her eyes scanning the restaurant. She asks him:

'Oh, please do entertain me before my death with some other person that I don't even know existed.' Despite your sarcasm, you wanted to know the meaning behind the call. A real one? Did they manage to find the animatronic? Why did this so radical phone dude had to leave all of a sudden? Honestly, you don't think that you'll be getting any answers soon, might as well stick with what you've got. 'Okay, but where is Springtrap at?' You panicked, flicking through every hall cam until you reached the vent cams, eventually finding him in CAM 15. "Haha, not today Joker." You felt triumphant after sealing the vent on him. Maybe it was your ears but you were pretty sure you heard strings of curses and yells echoing inside the dusty vents.

Hello, hahaha I’m sorry I just couldn’t think of anything else to say. Well I’m not sure what unfortunate set of events has led you to my rotten mind but hello none the less. I am not a skilled writer nor do I believe a good person but oh well. I would like to start a new first chapter of my life and decided to document it for….. well I’m not sure who. To be honest there is a good chance no one will ever see this mad man’s scribbles but I have a strange compulsion to create so there. I’m going to do it regardless.

Hi I'm Xandir and I'm having a really really great time by the way "Xandir!"