Rose Monologue

"Mrs. Henshaw, no matter what you may have read, Chris and I are dating, nothing more," Mary Alice said.

Hi Alice! How are you doing? Fine? I hope so.

There has never been an end to my misfortune; from the early moments in my childhood to this very day. Looking back to when I was growing up, Mattie had always been there to back me up and to save my ass when I really was in trouble, but the day the wall came down was the end of him doing all the work for me. It was my turn to take a stand. It was my turn to make a difference. And it was my turn to kill them all.

“There, we can see your beautiful face again,” she says, depositing the washcloth into the murky water, and extracts the bandages and tape from the medical kit. “It's not bleeding, but knowing you, you'll figure a way to open it up again.” She grins.

I grew up dancing and tumbling at Judy Murtaugh dance studio. I was consistently surrounded by bethettes at a young age. Growing up, my passion for dance grew, and so did my dream of being a bethette. My dance teachers always encouraged me to tryout once I was old enough. My first year of bethettes has been the best time of my life, although it was also one of the hardest. During this past season, I lost my mother. Everything in my life seemed completely chaotic, except for bethettes. Bethettes was the one thing I still had that made me genuinely happy and helped me through this difficult time. The girls were so supportive and the squad leaders were so inspirational. All of the squad leaders called me and came to the funeral. They constantly

“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.

Already I know we are going to have so much fun (and drama) with these two. I kind of agree with as kids being closer and sort of falling apart as they grew older. To be completely honest they are both knuckle heads who need to get over themselves, but of course thats going to be a long way down the road. But yes, no matter what they are certainly going to act like brothers, I actually made Wallace purposly older by a year just so I could see him play that "I'm older than you card." I could actually see Wallace partially trying to prove himself to Bennett because to him Bennett is the pinnicale of Jazz sucess in his eyes at the moment as he hasn't been able to be close to anyone as close to it as him. I could see him being even partially angry seeing Bennett get to cocky since he had it all for a while and ruined it through his arogance, so like Wallace has

Dear diary, it's me, Rose Swanson. It is Wednesday the 5th of March 1852. Today my husband James Swanson came home and told me we were leaving to go to Oregon. I'm heartbroken. James and I have been together since we were 13, it's been 20 long years. We had 3 wonderful kids that we were blessed with. Our oldest is Gabe Swanson. He is 14 and loves to play ball. He has many friends and even a girlfriend. He is going to be really upset when we tell him the news but we're hoping their family moves to or gen too! Our middle child is Charles Swanson. He's 10 with a very big brain. He loves to read and write in his old brown journal. He's not like Gabe and can get a girl, Charles prefers to focus on education than girls. He's going to be excited

“Mine. Just mine. You hear?” His haunting words corrupt her golden, sweet morning, barking in her mind as if taunting her to what she is to him. A mere belonging, his pet, his toy. In the dreadful year of 1936, women are minor belongings to own. To command by brooding, dark eyes and intimidating tall figures of men. However in that moment, Adriana’s focus is stolen by the woman through the window of a well known supermarket in Collinsville, Alabama. She keeps her dilated eyes steady on the mysterious woman, as she gazes into her piercing green eyes, that softly dissolve into a pale blue as they stray from the centre. Her chestnut brown hair that is done up in a tight bun, hinting blonde as the blinding sun shines down to transform the staggering

Telling the story of Prince Obolensky’s life has merit. One assumes this is an outline for a feature script. The story is presented as a drama with a dramatic tone. The time period, setting, and era feel authentic.

Katelyn had started off by telling me about how after the last sickness had ended (The weird influenza that the doctors could never figure out what it truly was.) and how the villagers had all gone off and gotten their pitchforks and torches to chase my grandmother out of village after having blamed it all on her. (Figuratively speaking, of course,) Then that was when Harlin, Donnie, Erik, along with the three bitches had all decided that they would be the ones to teach my grandmother a lesson and hopefully end up driving her out of Mount Harrison forever in doing so. Katelyn told me that they had wanted her to help them in their plan, but she had refused saying that what they were planning on doing just wasn’t right.

Lush red and orange leaves touched by morning dew fill the limbs of an old Oak tree, rustling as the wind slowly made her way by, teasing the edges of the leaves and tempting them to come with her. The weaker ones went, not realizing their fate, twirling in her presence, following as far as they could manage in the air, encased in feelings of happiness and freedom. Soon, however, the wind died down; causing the leaves to drop and crumble onto the ground. They couldn't express their feelings of remorse so they crumbled in on themselves, shutting out the wind. She came back at times, and some fell for it, the ones that hadn't learned their lesson, they followed her again. Each that did, were ripped to pieces. The tree, in the end, had been robbed.

ill fucking kill you bitch if you don't stop talking shit behind my back you dirty tart. You be suck all sort of dick my boy and I gonna expose your bitch ass if you don't stop. maybe ill brake your fucking family's knees in. I'm not going to fuck around anymore you fucking dirty ass bitch, another thing you owe me money you hoe. bitch I got niggas that are willing to beat your ass.........

My name's Madelyne (more commonly known as Maddie), I was looking at your profile and become interested in being an Au pair for you in 2017. I would love to get to know you and your family, not just from a profiles explanation.

As a kid I always heard the question “what’s the meaning of life?” no one would know the answer but people always had their own opinion and had found purpose in life. Morrie schwartz had found purpose in life and learned how to live. Morrie schwartz had ALS a disease that kills people over time. Once Morrie learned he was dying he wanted to teach the world what it was like.