Othentic Monologue

Wolfsheim, a man over embellished by rings and lavish attire. He leans forward to address a young wide eyed Gatsby. Gatsby leans in and follows Woldsheim’s story of his tough childhood in Manhattan. Wolfsheim blight was being the son of an abusive business man and that he knew nothing better than a life of physical and emotional abuse.

In this essay, I will be analyzing a character from the play Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare. By seeing how intense the passion was between Romeo and Juliet in this play, it’s not hard to see that the main theme of this play is love. The character that I will be analyzing will be Tybalt. The tension between Tybalt and Romeo was significant. So much so, that Romeo killed Tybalt later in the play which resulted in him being tossed into exile by the prince. What indirectly caused this fatal encounter was when Romeo attended the Capulet’s ball and Tybalt wasn’t too happy about his presence. In this essay, I will go into more detail about the two ways how Tybalt affected the outcome of this play.

I sat in the lobby all alone, thinking about Jane Gallagher. All off the sudden I wanted to get the hell out of there. So I decided to call an uber and head on over to this nightclub in Greenwich Village, Ernie’s. It’s called after this piano player who used the play there back in the 50’s. Now they only play shitty electronic dance music there. Sometimes I wish I lived in the 50’s.

I’ve been in this damp, smelly trench for what seems like forever but really it has only been 2 months. The awful smells and gorey things I’ve heard and seen are things I have never even imagined. The smell of burnt flesh, dead bodies ,and raw sewage are unbearable. The awful things I’ve seen would make a super hero sick . I’ve seen people so scared and wanting to go home so badly that they actually shoot themselves.I’ve seen people with such bad foot rot that they can stab it in the black part of the foot with a knife and not feel it. There is so much blood and death that I can’t fire another shot. The millions of bugs and rats only make it harder to think about not being here because I am always swatting at something to get

On October 13th, 2013 I met the man of my dreams his name is Justin Fever, and he forever changed my life. I knew him in high school, he was the quiet guy and I was the popular gal. We actually went to the same college, and he sent me “DMs” and always Tweeted Me. His messages stated, ….. In college we didn’t have any classes, but he asked me out for dinner, and I said yeah, sure. We met for dinner at Sparrows Tavern in New York, highly expensive, but scrumptious. He made a joke about us two having a thing for each other. I panicked, and said “no” casually, because history has taught me that only bad things happen from there. As I slowly walked to my car on the way home, I relived every moment of this magical evening. He could be my soul mate, I thought.

The heavy mint cream white fog pours into the room from all sides near and far. In the foreground I can see brilliant cherry red and lime green laser lights flood the room. The four strobe lights positioned behind me are all scintillating a pearl white, in a synchronized pattern. Hundreds of people all sitting out in front of us fill the whole room. The giant vermillion and charcoal colored stage curtains hang from the ceiling all the way down to the floor on the stage right in front of us. Then the giant curtain splits in half both ends quickly accelerating left and right.

After I watched Carmen, what impressed me the most is Ms.Garanča’s performance and the music of this opera. I think the music wonderfully shapes principal’s personality and Ms.Garanča’s performance made Carmen more vivid. She performed this opera in The Metropolitan Opera in 2010. In the first act, when Ms.Garanča sang "L'amour est un oiseau rebelle", I can tell Carmen’s charm and uninhibited personality. She knows that she is very attractive to men, so she is very confident about herself and tries to draw all the men’s attention.

How could my wife, my small-innocent looking beautiful wife, Isabelle be a secret hired assassin that killed for a living and I didn't even know! This marriage is a lie, more than a lie, and now I was on my way home to kill, or be killed.

Hearing the hit of the ball upon the bat from afar, I contemplated life whilst I ruled from atop my plastic fortress, but not all was peaceful in my kingdom. The evil force that cast me into the abyss from whence came my kingdom had returned. The shrill screech that was the call of the Evil Playground Lady resounded through the air.

That night we got into one of our biggest fights and I came to the conclusion, but never said it out loud, that he needed to be with someone who was more compatible with him. Someone who liked being the center of attention and appreciated his ideas that sprouted at grocery stores, on the T, standing in line at the movie theater, ice-skating at Frog Pond. They were places filled with people and there was someone there bound to be better for him. Yet, I didn’t want to let him go and see someone else succeed at a relationship that I had

We hadn’t talked in a few months. Before that, we were best friends. I wasn’t so sure how true that was right then. We didn’t exactly leave on perfect terms. At the end of the former school year, I was going through a lot, so I wasn’t acting normal. In fact, I was probably acting anything but my normal self. Normally I would be described as something like friendly, talkative, and happy. Around that time I was more like hostile, quiet, and depressed. I didn’t want to be around anyone or a part of anything.

So there he sat in the Kohl’s parking lot twiddling his thumbs with nervousness, just waiting for me to walk out of those glass doors. Then along came 10:30 pm, after waiting for what seemed like hours I walked out with her coworkers laughing about their interesting night of business. I set my things in my car and waited for everyone to leave and then he got out of his car and walked over to me. We introduced ourselves, and continued talking about school. Then before I left to go home, he leaned in trying to kiss me, I stopped him immediately. “We barely know each other”. When I got home my phone was buzzing with notifications, I lifted my phone in curiosity and it was him asking millions of questions about if we’ll be together and what not. I asked him to stop as we were almost still complete strangers. Sure we’d met once but we don’t know each other. He then proceeded to tell me about what he wanted to do to me in sexual ways, completely disregarding my request. I then once again told him to stop. Then he replied with telling me that I was just like all the other girls who broke his heart, and I’m just heartless. I didn’t worry about it because I don’t need a person to push me

I had feelings for Gerard, and had since the band began. But I can't tell him something that like, we had a friendship that was like no another. I loved it, and I couldn't ruin it. Me and Gerard both had our fair share of drinks before the show. So we were slightly out of it. I walked over to him, and kissed him. To my surprise he kissed back. Of course we had to make it quick. I had a guitar solo coming up soon and he needed to continue to sing. The crowd cheered. I winked at Gerard, but he shot his head down to look at the crowd. I looked back to Mikey staring me dead in the eyes. I had kissed his

Who wouldn't want to go out with the most popular gu at school. Being together he asked me to go to Megan's party, which everyone knows couples just kiss each other all night. Of course I wanted to kiss Aaron but not now. I wasn’t ready yet things were moving too fast. He invited me to his house to hang out and talk me into going to the party. We went upstairs to his room and watched tv. While watching tv Aron brought up th topic of going to the party. I tried to tell him it wouldn't be fun and I would feel very uncomfortable, but he kept on insisting. At this time I felt I should leave. I told him I should, I got up and headed to the stairs. When I feel hands take my back and forcefully shove me and go head first down the stairs rolling as if I were a roly-poly. Once I got to the end I felt lost, I looked up and Aaron with tears in my eyes and bruises on my arms and legs. He turns away and says this is what you get for not agreeing with me. “Now I think you should go”, he said

The use of monologue in this poem shapes a paradoxical theme, which makes the siren’s motivation blurry. In the context, the poem uses the word “song” three times in the first lines of three stanzas. The beginning stanzas are monologues of the siren. In the context, the song appears to be irresistibly attractive to the men, that it makes men jump over the board even if they see where they are heading to is scattered with corpses. The footnote of the poem has clarified that this song is chanted by the siren, and it leads to the demise of the sailors. Hence, it is reasonable to presume that the siren produces songs to lure the sailors, and sailors will get killed afterward. However, the poem spends 5 out of 9 stanzas stating that the siren as