My Daughter Monologue

My Braideigh girls, today this just happened to mama..you woke up running into my bed just to get back into bed with Mommy. You told me to just lay and cuddle. Every time I hear those words you melt me because I know even with how independent and sassy my little baby girl is I still have you actually wanting and needing me..Just as I was ready to take off for work I looked at you, your face looked so much older today.. at that moment every emotion possible came over my body.. Proud,happy and sad because you are growing daily and there is no such thing as a just SLOW down button. Sad that I couldn't just lay in the bed and hold you tight when that's what you really wanted. because I know there's gonna be a day (before I know it) that you'll

“William! Get back here! You know that’s Melinda’s land!” Carefree young William raced through the field, closing in on Melinda´s apple orchard. Melinda was the evil fairy who owned 25 acres just outside the town. On her land was an orchard. In this orchard grew the finest apples in all of England. These large, sweet apples were desired by any who laid eyes on them. The only problem was Melinda… She cursed anyone who dared step foot on her land, especially her cherished apple orchard.

“There, we can see your beautiful face again,” she says, depositing the washcloth into the murky water, and extracts the bandages and tape from the medical kit. “It's not bleeding, but knowing you, you'll figure a way to open it up again.” She grins.

Today is the fourth day me and Little Ann have been sitting here waiting to hunt. Billy is just walking around the camp looking at other dogs and talking to the hunters. He starts making his way back to Little Ann and I. In the buggy Billy digs us each out a weenie and feeds it to us. I swallow mine whole and look at him and ask for more. I don't really think he understood me because he just walked away smiling.

Imagine this, it’s noon and you’re outside on a beautifully sunny day. Everything is going perfectly swell until suddenly you’re swallowed by an unexpected wave of blistering hot air. You black out and moments, maybe hours later, you regain your conscience and find yourself stranded somewhere in an unnaturally gorgeous island. That’s practically the story of everyone who finds themselves on an island called Nil, and everyone who finds themselves on the mysterious island has exactly a year to leave before they die. On this pretty little island was a girl named Natalie. She was a veteran on Nil and had priority. Having priority meant that you

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious

An urge to run came over him. When he willed himself to move, his limbs stiffened rendering him immobile. Then right before his eyes, a cloaked entity revealed itself. Its predatory crimson eyes glared back at him as it seized him by the neck with its claws piercing his flesh..

Intro this monologue takes place in a small town in Texas its about a family of three the father mother and daughter. The father lost his job and became an abusive alcoholic and the daughter had enough listen to it, then the next morin she is in the sheriff’s office and her mother in the hospital with the father in the morgue. (The daughter has heavy accent and I tried to put that into my words, so some words will not be spelled correctly.)

To say she is shocked to see a teenage girl blonde teenage Barbie lookalike where her 40 year old one night stand should be is an understatement what the fu.... I explain about everything the d.n.a trial the Dr McCormick everything in a high pitched voice of a teenage girl when I finally finished Vera still shocked says what your saying is impossible. No shit I say in a way that seems bitchy. We have to get you to this Dr McCormick. I text her no answer and I call and don't even get an answering machine start to panic I will come back as I start to panic I don't want to be a girl I don't know how to be a girl. I want to be me/John as Vera comes back with unisex sweats. No use putting it off any longer I think as I strip to my birthday suit.

I stood at the very rock where she had last lied. Her putrid string of words interfering with my line of sight. I had only met her days back, however, I had felt I had known her for eternity. A constant pressure of darkness looming over my back.

All those years of me getting aggravated cause my makeup, hairbrush, straightner, and hair products went missing, is cathcing up with Jeff. He never could understand why I would get so upset! Now, the girls are gone and we have boys and guess what? Jeff can't find any of his tools and he ain't liking it! And this momma is loving

My heart beat went crazy as I reached for Hazel. I didn't know what had gotten into me inside the restaurant but now I knew what I was doing. Her face broke my heart, she was tearing up and it had been my fault. Even though she looked sad all I could think of was her lips. They looked so delicate and I couldn't control myself anymore. I leaned in and kissed her, at first she was too shocked to do anything but soon she relaxed and kissed me back.

What if Baby... What if it were me? I'd kill him. - Then do something, dammit. - How?

“Academy for the Adolescence, founded in 1774.” I read out loud to my parents. My family and I are standing in rounded cement pathway around a statue with what I assume is the headmistress. I gaze up at the statue, I look at all of her face facial and take in the sense of what it would be like to actually be her presence. After awhile of me standing there in awe, daydreaming, my parent 's guide me into the big brick house. There is a deck, wood, very old, it creaks when I walk on it. There are two giant door, side by side, that are propped open by two women who are greeting each family by name. It’s our family turn to walk through the door. “Welcome back Mrs. Emerson!”, the two ladies say in sync with one another. We walk onto newly