Ravenfire's Monologue

“Eenie-meenie-miney-mo…who among you will I let go? If I choose my bet, am I sure that I won’t regret?” Argh! I’m so confused right now. My head’s been aching because of contemplating about this since forever. I’m torn between two wonderful ladies who are very dear to me. They both have captured my heart and have been very significant in my life. I’m John, and I’ll be sharing this to you hoping that you could lend me a hand.

WHAM!, I heard the rocks crash against the floor and the wailing of my pack. I tried to look for them under the debris of the rocks but It was too cloudy, so I asked loudly, ‘’ Are you okay Alpha?”, Then I hear Alpha telling my master that I was a bad dog. I couldn’t believe that alpha had said I was a bad dog because after all, I was just trying to help, so I just ran away until I made it far enough that I couldn’t see the area I had been in. I felt so sad, so I tried to comfort myself, so I started to look at rocks trying to think about what they looked like. Then I saw a rock that looked like a turtle then I saw one that looked like a man, then I heard the rock talk but then I realized It had actually been a man. I ran to where the man was

Hey! You do you know what a hobbit? Well I will tell you what a hobbit. Well a hobbit are little people about half our size and smaller than dwarves. But hobbits have no beards at all dwarves do but were not talking about dwarves. And hobbits don’t wear shoes they have hair on their feet. Plus, there really good hears better than us. Besides they wear bright colors mostly green or yellow. You want to hear more? Of course you do. Wait I forgot to tell you about a special hobbit Bilbo Baggins is a hobbit and his mother is belladonna took and his father is Bungo Baggins come on let learn more about

When the Evil Queen, in full Enchanted-Forest-esque get up, whirls into her empty Sheriff's office, Emma tries not to blink. She hadn't felt easy about Regina destroying... Regina... And it didn't look like the heart-crushing stuck this time – if the Queen staring at her was any indication.

Scene one. INt. Study. Twilight.The man had brown eyes and black hair () is sleeping at his desk. He wakes up and yawns.Man/father. ()It's time the boys knew the truth. I'll tell them tommorow on (Austin's') birthday. For I was sixteen when my father told me the family secret.He got up and looked around his study. THUMP. The man turned to the door where the loud banging noise had come from.the door was now open a slit. He grabbed the salt canister off his computer desk. Closed the laptop he was writing on and went to the door. He flung open the door sprinkling salt in the corridor beyond. He gasped in pain and turned to his attacker.He had a look of horror on his face.Unknown assassinThey always die early on me.(In a raspy voice full of air)Scene two. INT. STUDY.

I woke up in hot sweat, well, not a hot sweat exactly, but it felt like my body was melting and my head felt quite foggy. I didn't really pay attention to much that was different about my surroundings until I heard a faint, yet gentle voice approach me from across the hall. It sounded like Phoebe but different. The voice sounded older and less pure, so it couldn't be Phoebe. Everything just felt different. I noticed the clothes I was wearing were drab. If I was at Pencey I would be shamed by the entire class for showing up in these clothes. Making the connection I realised I was in quite a small room with not much to it. There was a desk which held a mountain of papers. There was an old rickety chair, and a small dresser. Other than that

I’m ready to fight i tried telling myself, but I’m not until I turn on my music but now I think that it is distracting me. Let's do this, it’s now or never. “For Skyrim” I yell.

This is Beechwood 2-0828. It’s all been very sudden. He was killed just six days ago in an automobile accident on the Brooklyn Bridge. The call operator interrupt saying my three minutes was up. And so, I am sitting here in this deserted camp in Gallup, New Mexico. I am trying to get a hold of myself so I won’t go mad. I have to go home to mother and tell her i’m not dead. So I got in the car and started driving as fast I could to her house. Then suddenly I saw the old man in the middle of the road but i kept driving until I was to my mothers house. I stopped only four times to eat and sleep that's all I had to see her and tell her i'm not dead. During my trip back home I would see the man with fresh raindrops on this raincoat every twenty miles. I was

When George went to offer Hazel some of his reviving beverage, there was a hard pounding clamor which seemed like a thump on the entryway. The more hesitant they became, the louder and more restless the sound got to be. At first, George thought it was another of those sounds, yet he didn't generally observe an effect.

She kept on thinking. I wonder how things will turn out? She felt nervous and anxious for school today, like she did everyday.

Today I met a nice Man his name was Modesto he taught me a few tips on making food and I helped him with dinner.

I keep pretty quiet when it comes to Alba, Brandyn and Dave’s biological relationship. I try not to get involved and tend to bite my tongue when I see you, time and time again, over stepping your boundaries as a step parent, but this has nothing to do with their relationship.

Once upon a time in waverly ohio with a friend of mine named George. And we where at his house playing “ Elder Scrolls “ we stopped and all the sudden he says

“Please, you never got laid at all,” he hoots, howling with amusement at the prospect of my love life exploding from a poorly done snake tattoo. Good. My best friend’s back to normal now. Mission completed, I jump into the tent for a second and come out with one of my favorite photographs. It’s one of us on that backpacking trip; right after I got the tat in some back-street shop that probably didn’t even sterilize their needles. By the grace of God I didn’t get some awful blood borne pathogen from that place. I’ll never stop being thankful for that one. Turning it over, I read the inscription I wrote after I found out all my tests had come back clean.

I guess you could say I am a woman with a past. I am a woman, and I didn't come from nowhere, so the rest must follow. On more than one occasion I've heard, or rather, overheard, myself described that way. "She's a woman with a past." At first it made me nervous (What do they mean, what are they thinking?), even a little angry (Who are they and what business is it...), but then I thought, well, of course I have a past. I'm thirty years old and I didn't just appear out of thin air. I mean, everybody has a past. Don't they? Everybody comes from some¬where. Everybody has a past.