I'm sorry for not being your voice when you needed it to scream, I'm sorry for not stand up for your rights, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the abuses, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the bullying. When you needed me the most I kept myself in silence, afraid of what it might happened to you and still couldn't be avoid it. We've been together since we were born, and we've had to learn to grow together, to learn together, to love each other despite the pain, the struggles, the obstacles, the grieve, the loneliness. I know my apology is way too late, but it is important to me to let you know how much you mean to me, I had to learn how to appreciated the woman you’re today. The woman you’re today is stronger, wiser, intelligent, sensitive, kind, tough and funny; basically, all the things you’ve always aspired to be, you’ve made it!. If I have to think in a
The horn has already sounded and I’m still running. I can feel my blood pulsing in my ears. The sounds of useless advice feels the air. I continue to run. I come across a cave and ran into it. I gasp in shock and as I walk into a lab filled with mindless people editing videos. A film crew rushes at me and says, “If you were able to be in Divergent, which character would you be?” I shake my head in confusion. I attempt to back up slowly, but they grab me and place me in front of a computer and yell, “Edit!” The slam the headphones on my head and everything becomes a blur.
“Ugh!” I screamed, “We have plenty of time, slow down. Please!” My mom said, “Okay, okay, but don’t blame me when you’re late.” We both got in the car and she drove off. I think my mom could tell I wasn’t that excited.
“I think I just need to sleep on it. Good night.” I didn’t sleep the rest of the night. I laid in bed tossing and turning,
As a young boy I watched as my organ flowers disappear and I asked myself “will I see them again?” The space was trembling under its weight and I didn’t think anyone would understand how I was feeling. Organ flowers all decayed, and I will see them again.
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.)
Your mother hollers that you’re going to miss the bus… You don’t stop and hug her and tell her that you love her. You don’t thank her for being a good, kind, patient mother. Of course not--you launch yourself down the stairs and make a run for the
I have something I need to tell you. It feels weird announcing this, because nothing has changed. I feel exactly as I’ve always felt, and I’m still the same person I’ve always been, I’ve just accepted a few things. It almost feels pointless to say, because it seems so obvious to me, but I think I should tell you anyway. I don’t know how exactly to explain myself, because it’s how I’ve always felt, but I’ll try help you to understand without writing down every thought I’ve ever had.
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..
Momma always said sticks and stones could break your bones and word will never harm you.. But honey I'm PETTY. Honestly, I'm tired of hearing about you harassing my sister and family. As a result of your own unhappy, selfish, and evil ways. Your like a plague sweet heart your going slowly killing you're self from being unhappy and dysfunctional get it together. Now as for my brother sha he is a GROWN man that he does what he wants. Trust and believe though he's on his shit doing the damn thing as God is my witness he will prosper and we'll send both of our invitations in the mail so you could envy that too!! As for you Mrs Thot don't ever speak of my name as a freak girl I could never niggas wish but never could have. Let's just keep in mind
The early sombre sky was dominated by charcoal swirls of clouds heavily hovering over the bustling city of Seoul. A muted shade, like an ancient matte photograph, spread across the diaspora with only the occasional colours of the subdued crowd that moved in unison like swarms of sardines. Tick-tock. Everyone had a goal for the day, a direction- everyone but her. The frail woman rested on the cold metal bench, remote from the constant attention of the nurses, hands gripped tightly onto the antique watch engraved with the initials of ‘Cyclops’. Her arthritis joints which allowed peaks and troughs to congregate the mottled skin of her hands made her grip aching. He had once told her that if you kept the watch warm enough, the body’s warmth
“You should really hurry.” My mom shouted, “You don’t want to be late. I already made your breakfast. Hurry up and come down.”
Staring out into the crowd, lights scorching my face as I recited the big monologue that led to my inevitable suicide, time stopped, and I finally realized that I love what I do, and I wouldn’t have made it here without him. He pushed me harder and harder, each time making it more difficult to meet his expectations for greatness, but I know he did it to make me a better performer, and I appreciate that every day. When I’m stuck in that pit of problems, whether it is about my inner obstacles or life in general that wraps its soul crushing tentacle binding me internally, he is there to free me from my internal shackles. With his guidance, I broke out of my shell and literally found a voice of my own.
“You hated her. You went out of your way to make her life a misery.”
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