Old Rita Monologue

I have been watching her for weeks, and today was the big day, the day I took her to become a part of my perfect family. When I first seen her in the flower shop buying Lilly’s I knew she was the best candidate to join my family of flowers. A beauty like her, I knew she just had to be the purest woman to ever exist, could replace my last Lilly any day, it being said, the last Lilly was not as pure as I hoped, and sadly I had to put that beloved family member of mine down. I also wanted her to be Lily because she was the most stunning woman I had ever seen with her chocolatey brown eyes and her short curvy body. Today she was wearing her club clothes, which was a tight dress that was also a little too short, it was a little skimpy, but it was

“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.

I squeezed her hand and said, “Ok Allie, I think it’s time to talk a bit. Nothing serious... Just light general stuff, OK?” To set the guide lines I said, “Have you heard they are going to stop sending more guys to the moon after these next few tries?” We talked about that for a while. Then it was her turn, she caught on to the idea and said. “Have you heard the new Rolling Stones song?” We talked about things like that for about a half hour, never once mentioning anything even remotely close to the topic that was weighing so heavily on our minds. There were still pauses as a new emotion would suddenly appear from one of us which would cause tears, but we continued with this because we both knew this was an act of reconciliation, and we were teaching ourselves to be together again.

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.

Currently I find myself on the planet Almas. It is here that Akial was last spotted. He was teacher at the Jedi academy. Where he most likely lived a leisurely lifestyle. However, after the Republic was brought down, my dear father was pushed to live a life on the run. I first found out about his status as a teacher here on Almas from a couple of wandering tradesmen while I was still enslaved by the Hutts.

My mother is a sweetheart. She is known for her little giggles even when she is just talking casually with someone. She is light skinned, brown curly hair and brown eyes and talks very softly. Sometimes she is so soft spoken that I hardly hear what she is saying. It’s a family laugh when no one can hear what she is trying to say. I sincerely thank my mother for all that she has done for not only myself, but for my two brothers. She is very often complimented for raising, “such great boys”, as many would

“Maggie. Maggie! Wake up!” I shook my sister gently on the shoulder. “There’s something I need you to do! Are you awake? Maggie...Maggie! Please wake up!” All efforts at rousing my older sister were in vain, for she stubbornly kept her eyes closed. Maggie has always been stubborn as a mule. She always stayed in her own sweltering hot room instead of sharing my own air conditioned room, even in the summer. One of her many charms I suppose. It was early in the morning, just past midnight. The sky was still dark even with the moon’s light. Directly under her bed, thick comforters lay abandoned on the floor along with several empty water bottles. My sister snoozes peacefully in the midst of this mess,

because if you're attempting to survive you can't trust almost anyone, especially strangers. So I

“Don’t you sign at me with that tone young lady!” Edie yelled at me. Of course, I couldn’t hear her because I’m deaf, but her body language made it very clear that she was yelling.

Suddenly, Slam!!! Hazel's father made a crack in the door as he slammed it into the wall with the other scratches from slammed door´s and cigaret burn marks. He looked right in Hazel´s lustrous blue eyes as if he was reading her pure soul, like he was Ursula and Hazel was the Little Mermaid. After a minute he stopped the connection between them and said in a demanding voice ¨I¨ ¨I told your mother we should have sent

On 1-27-17, Tiffany experienced nausea and vomiting. This morning we had a conversation on what could have caused it. I asked if she made right decisions in consuming a copious amount of snacks. She belligerently, and proudly replied that it was not the snacks that caused her to be ill. After several prompts and restating the question, she admitted that she went into my bedroom, right before she wanted to take a nap, and found the Ibuprofin, and swallowed approximately 6 tablets. Based upon the contents of the vomit, and without knowing how much fully digested, I would put the number between six and 12.

Dorothy, Dorothy oh Dorothy can’t you see? You’ll never meet a guy like me. Everyone else is simply too the same. Think out of the box, don’t be ashamed!

The rain hits me as if it is resentful of me! The sun tries to sear me like I am the enemy. What is wrong with me? Why do they stare day after endless day? The people pass by, they stop then stare point and ponder. I can only wonder, do they know how much angst I feel? Would they even care? If I only knew how long it had been since I felt the warmth of love on the inside, I would tell you. I cannot say.

Moreover, my mother listened to all my fears and nightmares with patience which can only be admired. She covered my heart and soul with caring love.  Her eyes were so soft, wandering, and full of comprehension when they focused on other people. My

Even though I was one of the most untrustworthy people I had the honor of knowing, I had also developed severe trust issues with other people. All of the instances which led to this were surrounded by the same things I had done to them--dishonesty, disrespect, and backstabbing. I found myself isolating from the world, and retreating to the safety of my own head. I thought is was the only thing I could ever trust, but in actuality it was the furthest thing from the truth.