Old Man Smith Monologue

Hello i'm a psychiatric for the suspect that killed the old man because of his evil eye. I first met him after he did the murder and he felt sorry and guilty. Therefore he was sentenced to life in prison for a first degree murder. Im here to help him so he wouldn't get into other trouble. I came to talk to him and he said he was sorry for what he did and how he wished to turn things back to normal.

Marcus creeps up, slowly dribbling the ball looking at me like I’m his prey. He shoots.

My name is Mayella Ewell. I belong to the lowest of the low amongst the whites in Maycomb. I grew up in a poor family and never received any proper education. The only I have is probably being white. My dad and I want to have a better life, but dad doesn’t want to put any effort into doing so. My mom died when I was young and I became a surrogate wife for my dad. I wish I could have gone to school, but I have to take care of my children. My dad loves to go out and drink for the whole day. When he comes home, he often drunk and this is when he would rape me.

His deep wrinkles carved a map of his life. His galaxy-blue eyes were jaded. His skin was time ravaged. He was my grandfather. I watched from the balcony, his trying to pick up his home key from the ground.

With that letter it’s noon and I’m most likely to find her at Sammy’s. I see her a little ways up the street, and I start to run towards her. She turns around because someone starts to talk to her. Once I reach her I spin her around, and kiss her. Her reaction feels shocked at first, then she kisses me back once she realizes who it is. After the kiss was over I notice her crying I ask “Why are you crying beautiful?” She says to me “It’s been so long I thought you would have forgotten about me.” I look at her with tears welling up in my eyes and reply “I could never forget about the girl of my dreams, the girl that I love, and the girl I can’t live without.” I then decide that this moment is the perfect moment. I then with no second thought got down on one knee. With no words in my mouth to say she still understood what my gesture meant. She then with no words in her mouth to say nodded yes. I then stood upright, and tilted her back a little bit. I kissed her yet again, but this time more passionately with more meaning. I knew deep down inside of me that this is my girl, my everything, and here shortly she will be my wife and the mother to my

Gone. My beloved Bess is gone. No longer living, lifeless and cold. She is gone. I am no longer able to give her the prize that still rests in my pocket of my velvet coat, yearning to be opened to see her beautiful black eyes light up with joy. I just wanted to see her smile glow in the yellow gold light, but it cost her a life. My Bess, I already miss everything about her. From the way she ever so elegantly plaited a love-knots into her luscious, long black hair, to the way she made me feel. My arms are restless, longing for her little body, missing the way her beautiful body perfectly rested in my arms. Why did she do it?

Johnny Nolan. He is so kind. He is awful. A great man, shot down by the evils of poverty. He’s a bad father, they say. His children do not agree. His wife does. We have moved to many apartments. He does not make enough to pay the rent, so poor Katie Nolan must work hard at cleaning for us to stay. People say many things about him. He’s a drunk, but he is troubled. Everyone has flaws. Flaws are bad. They set you apart from everyone else. They make you look horrible. If everyone has them, why do we all feel so insecure about our own? We can’t deal with them and think everyone else has it better. Everyone has it the same, and we are all learning how to hide them. Johnny Nolan has a hard time. He hates his life. He asks what good a bad life is

We walked in a comfortable silence before I made us stop outside the school library, I need to know what he remembers and how he feels about me. “Um, Camilla, I'm pretty sure is this the library, not the science lab.” “Uh. It's camEEla. And I know, I just.” I took a deep breath before I continued. “Do you remember anything about us, or how you were in school before the accident?” “Um. N-no. Not really. Why?” “Well. Um. I'm gonna tell you everything, but can you do me a favor and try not to ask any questions until after I finish telling you everything?” “Yeah of course.” “Um. Okay. Well, for starters, I'm your girlfriend, and you used to be a really bad person. We both were, but you were worst than me. You would lock people in their locker, shove people for no reason when they walked past you, and one time you got suspended for going into the girl’s locker room and taking all their clothes and putting it in the cafeteria. And before you were attacked I was gonna break up with you because you were a real jerk and the feelings that I had for you aren’t there anymore, and now I don’t know what to do because I know that you’re not the same person you were before and I think I have feelings for someone else bu-” “Camila. slow down, I think we should break up too, at least for now. Until I get situated with actually being conscious. I mean, you’re beautiful and

I don’t know why I’m here. It makes no sense. I’m confused, and I’m angry at mother. Who is she to tell me that I need some new scenery, something to take my mind off of Anne? I’ve been fine for months; why is she just now sending me off? Mother says that London will be good for me. She says that the abundance of people will make me forget, but how could I ever let the memory of that night slip away? Anyway I’m here now; I’m supposed to help the Williams family. Mr. Williams is a member of Parliament, and he’s a greasy old toad. However, I will never utter those words aloud, for I’d be in quite the predicament. Mr. Williams’ wife, Liza, is like a fresh spring breeze; she is so kind and gentle, and she braided my hair every night this past week. I still haven’t met their daughter, Abbey because she is at boarding school, about to complete her last semester. They tell me that she is

More than a week has passed since his death yet fierce tears refuse to stop their unending journey down my face. The vivid image of my father lying on that hospital bed. The prolonged degeneration in both mind and body, his ramblings showing truly how far he had fallen, still plague me. The initial confusion that appeared when he first entered the hospital is still fresh in my mind.

I've been out here a little over 8 months now and I be missin y’all real bad. But I did find some gold nothin much but enough for you and sister to get by for a lil. When I find some more i'll make sure to send it all home. Mama I know i'm supposed to be tough but today a man went up to Old Man Blue and shot him. He claimed Old Man Blue pulled a knife on him and that he’d be protecting himself. But mama I don't believe a damn word that comes out of his filthy mouth. I love you all and give everyone my best

Being in a play was the last thing on my mind. The first thing that came to mind for me

Adam promised everything to Mia. He would do whatever she wanted, only if she came back to him. After a car crash that killed Mia parents’ and little brother, Teddy, it left Mia in a in-between state as she watch doctors work on her coma-ridden body. There she went in flashes from old memories with Adam, to the current day, watching her family and friends cry over her sleeping body. For Adam though, all he knew was his girl was lying on the bed, close to a peaceful death, one that he wanted her to stay away from. “If you stay, I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll quite the band, go with you to New York. But if you need me to go away, I’ll do that, too. Maybe coming back to your old life would just be too painful, maybe it’d be easier for you to

I would have guessed your age to be 62, rather than 52, we all age differently (you've not done well). Additionally, you appear to be one of those insecure, middle-aged men, angry at women (in general), who becomes insulting (to complete strangers) when they don't respond to you, in YOUR time frame. I was actually going to write you back tonight, now, not happening. So fire away Middle-Aged-Man, because I just blocked you! Good luck buddy, you're an idiot, and in need of therapy.

I lay awake on a freezing winters night. It was as cold as an arctic snowstorm, and as dark as a planet with no sun. My eyes were open as wide as a deer’s in front of a moving vehicle. There was one thing on my mind, and one thing only, the love of my life. Her long silky hair, her smooth, tanned skin, her pristine beauty and her effervescent, god like personality were all I ever desired; She was as sweet as a honeycomb and as unique as a sparkling snowflake in a vast blizzard. Our relationship had once been absolutely immaculate, absolutely flawless; or so I believed. There was only one problem, one only; it seemed as though no matter how hard I endeavoured to fulfil her desires, I just couldn 't. For I had endured thousands of long hours in the scalding heat, toiling endlessly; building prodigious mansions for men who were far more powerful than me, earning nothing but a mere pittance. However, it was worth enduring the sweet agony to win her love.