Out Of Nowhere Fog Monologue

I think I might need to go back home to Cloudstreet, just to see how Fish is going, just to be able to talk to him again… after all this time, I wonder if he even wants to see me.

Cold sweat dripped down the back of my neck as I sat upright in bed. I’d had a... What was it called? Someone had told me it was a nightmare... but who would tell me that? Certainly not the men in the other room. They only talked if they were telling me to do something.

The horn has already sounded and I’m still running. I can feel my blood pulsing in my ears. The sounds of useless advice feels the air. I continue to run. I come across a cave and ran into it. I gasp in shock and as I walk into a lab filled with mindless people editing videos. A film crew rushes at me and says, “If you were able to be in Divergent, which character would you be?” I shake my head in confusion. I attempt to back up slowly, but they grab me and place me in front of a computer and yell, “Edit!” The slam the headphones on my head and everything becomes a blur.

I just can’t take it any more; my life has gone from being careless to living-hell in the span of a few years. My family has fallen apart, leaving two of the people I loved most dead and one dying horrifically slowly. I just want to rid myself of these pains and get on with my life. But I know that I never will. Not really.

I waited to see if he would say anything but no response.  His eyes in the mist looked scared, we did not say a word to each other. He looked me in the eyes and told me “ follow me”. He started to walk towards the end of the tunnel where a two kids lie dead with blood dripping down their face.  The boy started to tear up, I did not understand why though the way he cried was

Glowing You knocked me sideways When you said that you were leaving. You knocked me over When you cried and told the truth.

It was a cold day in November 1959. Fog was covering the ground of the cemetery but every once in a while, the drops of rain and people passing by would separate the fog to reveal soft mushy ground, covered with a light layer of snow. You could hear the thump every time someone took a step, as everyone in the area gathered around a gravestone. “Shame she died” said a cop. His uniform was soaked and covered in food stains and he looked like he hadn’t exercised in a year.

I still remember the dreadful day of pain, seared into my memory for all of eternity. The salty smell of blood filled the dark and smoky air. Gunshots rang through the air, echoing through the trees; yet the white flag flew high above us. Bullets rained from the sky knocking leaves and needles from the tree limbs and cut perfect circles through our tepees. An infant cried out hidden in the blood of his dead mother. Then, in the shower of deadly metal, a silver raindrop passed through the infant’s head and for one fateful second, everything became silent. Yet the rain of death persisted causing even more fatalities. I remember running as fast as my legs could carry me, trying to keep up with the rest of our people while doing my best to hide from the rain of death falling from the heavens.

How did I get here?why do I hear bombs? and why do I see guns scattered? I think I am on a battlefield. It is a big war. It is US fighting German . And I'm in the middle I need to get out of herek before I get shot. There are pools of water all over it slows me down. So I run as fast as I can then I take cover behind a boulder the size of a house. So then I pick up a rifle and start shooting. Than I make a run for it so I follow the footsteps. Then I realise that it was world war1. He figured it out when he saw hitler. Lane smell of stone he hates. The icy drafts of air smelled like gunpowder. There were dark lizards eating the dead bodys. It took a long time to get to the lines of us.they shot at me but i told them I was

You were probably wondering where I went after that night I went missing. Well I was trying to get some sleep and I heard this gun go off three times. I wanted so see if someone was lost or hurt, I went quickly to the rail to balanced himself there,to get greater elevation. Then my pipe feel and I had to try to reach for it. Then when I did I feel off the yacht. I tried to cry out but I kept getting salt water in my mouth by the yacht. Then I remember where the shoots come from and started to swim there. Then I hear an animal start crying and I didn’t know kind of animal it was so, I just let it be. A little later I hear a gun shoot come from the same way.I also hear water crash against rocks and so I swam the opposite way. I won the hunting

Today is the last day I will let people make trouble in this town! Now being second chairman of the board I am basically in charge. Especially in charge during a crisis like this here one. I don't know what folks here are getting upset about. A local plane tried to land on the highway and hit an oncoming truck!? Now Ernie had no right taking it upon himself to call homeland security. Yes the accident was fatal, but that's where the word accident comes in. Now I am not very sure what all the chitter chatter about some invisible wall is, but they are full of it! I now have this here situation under control if everyone would calm down we would be able to handle it civilly. Of course though everybody is upset about severed limbs they are finding

So the FCC won't let me be or let me be me so let me see

Damp orange leaves stuck to my shoes as I trudged my way toward the back entrance of the school. A chilly wind whooshed past me, spraying my face with vapor. It felt good, almost numbing. Shoving my hands into my jean pockets, I then began to think of the red book. A tingle of warmth spread throughout my body as I recalled the way my fingers had glided over the embossed gold design on the cover. The gold always seemed to glitter when it touched the light; it was worthy of admiration, praise. As if suddenly slapped across the face, I came to my senses. Daydreaming about a book, especially one that was that was supposedly inherently evil, was not normal behavior. That was such a random thought, think about something else Jared, I scolded myself.

Yeah... I erupt like a bomb So give up the baton I slap you after bustin' a fuckin' nut in my palm Why you buggin' me like something was wrong Just take a puff of the bong And let me leave your mind corrupt from this song See you can't stop me cause I'm a brainwash teens And create false dreams cause it pays off clean I'm just an idiotic ironic symbolic illuminatic product That's gonna be killed if I talk about it

Wondering where I was I tried to remember more like my name or something else important , But nothing came back. Suddenly a cold hand clamped my shoulder and said ¨Follow me.¨ So I Grabbed my backpack and followed the man through twists and turns passing sweating walls which had a thick substance oozing from it to a hut deep in the maze. On the way there the man said he was sorry