Narnia Monologue

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

This is a monologue we've been working on in class, it feels too much like a story, but I'm not sure. I'd like some pointers on what I could do, or just some corrections straight up would be nice, thank you!

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

“DID I SAY I CARE FOR YOUR SAFETY? No! Damn fool! EXECUTION! EXECUTION!” She screamed it loud as she could, rattling the throne beneath her, but she soon stood up and started to yell and scream. She was nothing but a queen, and the fool’s head would be beneath her, rolling on the grass, blood trailing

King Lear poses many questions to its audience. Shakespeare’s conventions throughout the story hold true to the plot until Albany’s speech is interrupted by Lear’s rambling words. Upon closer examination however, it is obvious that the play’s writer meant to violate some of the conventions which he set earlier in the story through the crazed king's words. The character’s verses can be interpreted several ways, showing a different side of the conventions which Shakespeare sets. Focusing on the particular scene shows an underlying theme concerning the human race. His writing leaves the audience with a question about the story’s true meaning.

"You don't look surprised to see me, Ms. Swan." The Queen tongued the scar atop her lip, slow and deliberate, before continuing, "As a matter of fact, you don't even look scared of me." The caricature of Regina laughed- a stutter in her eye drawing cleavage Emma swore she didn't see. "Why is that?"

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

The movie The King’s Speech is about Prince Albert, Duke of York, who later becomes King George VI. The story focuses on the treatment of his speech impediment, a stammer, and the friendship he develops with his speech therapist, Lionel Logue. Throughout Prince Albert’s, or Bertie’s, treatment he unexpectedly finds himself on the throne. Bertie’s wife, Elizabeth, is another important character, who stands by his side through it all. It is a heartwarming story about friendship, loyalty, and trust. In this movie many interpersonal concepts are present, but three apparent and vital ones were perceptions, nonverbal messages, and relationship stages.

Through The Looking Glass Disclaimer: No, silly, I never have nor will I ever own The Outsiders. S.E. Hinton owns The Outsiders. *sighs* :( I simply borrow them for my own creative enjoyment purposes.

The bell had just rang, school was out. “Olivia, Mrs. Larsson calls.” Olivia is in 6th grade. Her teacher Mrs. Larsson talks to her every day after school telling her the same thing over and over. “You been misbehaving at lunch today”! But this time it was different. “Olivia it's your turn to stay after school and clean the room”. Olivia hated cleaning the room after school, she always ended up staying too late. “ Now run along and tell your mother, I don’t want her to worry like she did last time!” “Ok Mrs. Larsson.” I reply, I run to call my mom but she didn't answer, and my dad was at work so I couldn't call him. “Yup my mom knows.” I say, but she really didn't. “Ok then, well I am going to go home so behave yourself!” Mrs. Larsson says

In your eyes yet not able to see but still able to understand. Look to the past, not future, it's went way too far. We've skipped, we've ran, but go back and walk slowly, nicely. Don't miss a thing!

I wander around the carnival the scent of corn dogs and cotton candy lingering in the air all around me. Tents and rides line the roads, colorful lights flashing from them. The laughter of children constantly echos through the air. Making the carnival feel as alive as the sun. Something hard bumps into my shoulder and I'm pushed into the grass. I look up to see panicked chocolate brown eyes looking back into mine, a blush creeps into my cheeks.

He hadn't thought it would hurt. Of course, everyone had said it would, but everyone is not the Winchesters.

The personification I chose was, ¨watching the crystallized ice charging to take over the last bit of green left¨ (2). This is effective because Aspen is a beautiful place and in the first paragraph I´m trying to convey it´s beauty. I describe it in a way that the snow is fighting a war to conquer the green land, and that is the way Aspen looks, during winter.

he may be somewhere else he might be outside could he of Been Knocked Up a couple feet in the air