Fortunato Monologue

Geronimo was born in June 1829 in No-Doyohn Canyon, Mexico, that today is near Clifton, Arizona into the Bedonkohe Apache tribe. Having had viewed the Geronimo video, it is apparent that he was a hero to some for being determined to be free at all costs. It is also fair to say that many of his own Apache tribe feels to this day, that he alone is the reason the Apache lost their homeland and caused so many to die. Personally, I find him to be a man who looked up to his Leaders and became a product of his environment. According to the film, Geronimo was raised to believe that it was common practice to raid and steal food what ever you wanted as a young man. Considered a naturally gifted hunter, Geronimo was as a boy who swallowed the heart of his first kill in order to ensure a life of successful hunter. Around the age of seven-teen, Geronimo fell in love with a woman named Alope. The two married and had three children together. While out on a trading trip, Mexican fighters attacked his camp. Quietly that night, Geronimo returned home, where he found his mother, wife and three children all dead. After, finding his entire family murdered, was the turning point where Geronimo went from being a simple horse thief leader of his tribe to a vicious warrior with the life long intention of killing anyone who

There was never a scarier writer than the mysterious Edgar Allan Poe.One of his many great stories includes”The “Cask of Amontillado”. This is a story of two men that are friends. One of the friends, Fortunato insults Montresor in either a physical or verbal way. Edgar Allen Poe loves to keep reader wondering so he leaves the insult pretty open-ended. Later on in the story, Montresor looks to get revenge on Fortunato in a very clever and deceitful manner. Through his use of carefully constructed foreshadowing, symbolism, and irony, Poe creates a mood that is both chilling and horrifying in “The Cask of Amontillado”.

women were not able to stand up to Trujillo and they did not believe it

A Guatemalan native, a male graduate student that I work with in my research group at the University told this story. He came from the countryside, living in a small village back home. According to him, the story of La Llorona, involving a weeping woman, arose sometime in the 1700s and became well known both at school and home. Some claimed to have actually seen the weeping woman. Some disregard it as unscientific and implausible. No one is sure of the exact origin of this urban legend. This story was told to me and another graduate student in our research group while sitting in lab waiting for the experiment results. The story began as we started sharing our own background and the culture of our own countries when the storyteller

If a lifetime in theatre has taught me anything, it’s that an actor never stops learning. Relying on natural talent is a fantasy. At eighteen, I’ve done over 25 musicals and plays, but the first time I participated in a show that wasn't at a school or summer camp I had been going to for years, I was blown away at how little I actually knew about what it takes to be a professional performer-- but it finally felt like art. It needed skill and practice beyond repetition and praise. I pushed myself to be my best and honestly craved criticism because nothing felt better than improvement. Competing with others who have had little to no training did not allow me to grow into the actor I want to be: someone genuine, who tells stories and creates, who

In Mexico, my mother never had her Quinceanera because of her family’s socioeconomic status, so she saved up enough money with my dad to guarantee I lived the dream she never experienced. When I was five years old, my mom hosted a mini-Quinceanera, making sure I fluttered around in a blue, long dress and danced with the boys of my preschool class. A Quinceanera has four components: the big dress every Hispanic girl dreams to be in, a big salon the Quinceanera dances in, the court of honor, and of course the overall significance of the Hispanic teenager becoming a woman. Ten years later, I fluttered around my red, bigger and longer dress, with small pearls on my corset. At the end of the night, my father placed heels on my feet to represent

Allison tried not to worry about David. She also tried to go back to sleep, like the Sheriff suggested. Yet, as the hours of the late night ticked by she found it impossible to do so. It wasn’t that the cabin was uncomfortable. Nor was it that she still feared that the thing would find her. She’d determined hours prior that if it could track her through some normal or preternatural means then it would’ve crashed through the walls and finished what it started. The storm that surged through the area only caused her worry to increase as she laid in the inviting bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Hey Montressor, watch I bet you can’t do this!” Fortunato then does a backflip from standing on the ground and lands it successfully which of course Montressor was jealous of since he knew he couldn’t accomplish this or nearly anything else that Fortunato could. This battle has gone on since they could talk, Fortunato is always better with everything he does and Montressor doesn’t like this. Although Montressor does not like that Fortunato is better than him he has never done anything about it or confronted him to tell him he is jealous of the things he rubs in his face that he can do. Although, Montressor always did say he was going to get his revenge and next Friday he was going to get it by any means. He was not quite sure what he was

Francisco Franco man I just do not know what to say about that guy. We went to boot camp together; then we were told we were both going on the USS Nimitz to fight the naval battle against the Iraqians. There is just something weird about that guy that I just do not like at all. He has this weird look about him all the time as if a shark was trying to catch his prey. Personally I think he is up to something big. I have tried to convince multiple other people that the guy is bad, but it is like trying to trying to stick a piece of wood through a rhinoceros’s skin; it does not work.

“Start by doing what is necessary, then what is possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible.” - St. Francis of Assisi

Okay, so you may think you know the story of Sleeping Beauty. You know, prick your finger, sleep for 100 years, true love’s kiss? I’m Fauna and I am going to tell you the real story of a girl. She wasn’t named Sleeping Beauty but Boa Beauty. A long time ago, there was a king and queen who yearned for a child.

I’m Not an Addict He met the dealer at Buffo’s, paid for the full little bag, and headed to her house. When he showed her, she held him in her arms and let him in, cut some lines, told him to sit. They kissed so long he lost his breath. They sat up and cut some more lines.

In many, a tragedy do the tragic heroes have flaws that lead themselves to their own demise. The main character always acts exactly on his or her own emotions; thus aiding their tragic flaw and leading to their own demise without giving them the time to stop the repercussions of their emotion driven actions. In the play “Antigone” by Sophocles many of the characters are simply too headstrong and passionate about their beliefs to realize that they would greatly regret the decisions they are making. All of the characters share this characteristic; it is alluded to in the play that this is caused by their blood relation to Oedipus and how they are too cursed.

I thought he was dead. When Kino and Juana left I thought it was the last I’d see of them, although when they returned, clothes torn and hopes shattered, I realized one block was missing from their family triangle. Coyotito not coming back with the rest of them made my heart break, because he was the reason they left in the first place. As Kino’s brother, I have seen his resilience and tireless spirit, but never in my life have I seen him like this. It was a time to remember their son, and to reflect on how much Kino’s family had lost because of a silver ball of greed.

The day I seek my revenge was the day I thought about murder how hard it would be to get away with it. But I know how I was going to do it how I was going to end someone who caused me so much misery. Deep down I know it was right but who thinks when your emotions get in the way and some much hatred is in your soul. As time flies by I watch him in raged and it grow strong everyday inside of me know his time was numbered. I Waited till the Decoration was put up and the drinks were out Yes, I know the carnival was here I know how I would kill him. Fortunato know his fate would soon come after the pain he brought me. I would use the one thing that weakness his organs and put him in a vulnerable state the one thing he can’t resist …Wine. As He