Roses Monologue

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

Nature is an entity that persistently progresses to be overlooked. When I was home one day for the long weekend I went down to the beach, then observed the sunrise overlooking the view of the Boston skyline. As the sun rose little by little It came to me that I saw a parallel with my life. As the sun rose I associated it with my life and with each experience I endured in my life I grew as an individual analogous to the sun rising higher up in the sky. As soon as the sun rehabilitated colors from a pinkish rosy color to an archetypal yellow sun it symbolized the transformation a person encounters growing up from being a kid to a man. Consequently, as the sun crept over the skyline it was

I walk into the Moore’s house, and go upstairs. I see Alice on the bed, and tell her. “Hey, I did it with Alec. Oh, and I also told him I loved him, and he said it back. I think I wanna marry him.” “Ok slow down there Anna.” “I know, I’m sorry its just the happiest I’ve felt since what happened.” I know, and that's fantastic lets just not ask him to marry you yet.” “Yea, I know. I should probably get some less revealing clothes on.” “Yea, I’ll be downstairs.” She tells me.

Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry David Thoreau were the giants during the 19th century American Transcendentalism movement. Their influential work brought upon shared beliefs on concerning spiritual perspectives, government interference, and the ideology of cultural values in American society. Nature has a multitude of meaning if looked at it from all angles, but deeper within nature is the reflection of what you exert while in it. However they agree on the human condition, the two authors speak with different tones that reflect how nature affects the entirety of man’s spirit. While both Emerson and Thoreau practice the spirit of the human condition, Emerson focused his energy on how “[nature’s] philosophical import [is]…unchanged by man” (215.) where Thoreau implied that we are “subjects of an experiment” (1051).

I am 21 years of age with no one to count on, no hopes for a brighter future, and feeling all alone trying to be the best mother I can be for Abigail-Rose. I’m wondering who can help guide me through my journey of motherhood and as a young woman, where I try to be as visible as possible in covering my emotions through a smile. I’m trying to show that I am a strong young woman, yet I’m scared to do or say the wrong things. I desperately hope no one will ask me if “I’m okay,” because then I’ll burst into tears.

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.

The beautiful blossoms that bloom in Californian spring, the summer daisies alongside the cooling lake, long after the summer the trees have lost their leaves entering autumn to fresh white snow out in the mountains. Nature is able to show us its true beauty without any falseness and modifications. After all, is it not ironic how people go to museums to look at paintings of colorful flowers, green hills, and clear water streams; those are beauties that can easily be observed in real life outside of the urban environment which are surrounded by them, or how people buy recordings of the calming sounds of nature, similar to what you would listen to at night in the woods or smell nature aromas of the candles. What we are doing is trying to mislead our minds and pretend to think that we are in the woods but are instead cornered inside our small, well-furnished, and full -with-technology apartment.

“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.

You sit in your dark room, the only source of light seemed to be your lunchtop illuminating its dull light. You have lost track of the time, it would undoubtedly be past 10 PM, you’d confirm the time if you had the energy to look up at the clock. Or the digital clock on the lunchtop. You let out a long sigh, massaging your temples, only a while longer until Rose gets on. You tap a slow steady rhythm on the base of the laptop, staring blankly at the screen as if expecting that to prompt Rose’s log on message to ping up. Why are you so worked up over such a little game? Because, as news has it, the world stands on its last few months, and this game has said to be the last resort to a more comfortable life. If the idea of a ‘comfortable

All I have is memories of this sweet, little, innocent girl who used to laugh a lot until she grew up and had to face the harshness of reality. I'm getting frustrated because they say I’ve lost the plot. They say I’m a story stuck in the middle. I’m laughing hysterically at the mirror the refection in the mirror, as a knife sits besides me. Its staring at me.

According to Emerson, the nature manipulates the human mind. In ‘The American Scholar’, Emerson stated that the nature has the power to capture the mind of the human as the poet, artist, as it offer a unified vision and inspired the man towards his work for such as the poet, artist musician, architect, and so on. And it conveys a sense of well-being and of communion with the universe by its natural beauty. Emerson further states that “The nature and the spiritual element in man works together to provide human a noble character and behavior of moral and heroic human deeds. There is a particular resemblance between the processes of nature and the capabilities of man. Nature gives a right quality and impressive backgrounds against man’s higher deeds are dramatically

She guided me through a shadowy corridor, I remember the echo her shoe heels made, reverberating on the wall, as she stepped on the rotting wooden floor, I can sense her cold hands with non-polished nails holding me for my wrist, and I can hear the rocky tune of her voice.

Darkness. Nothing surrounded Pyrrha Nikos as she slowly regained consciousness. Her mind was a blur and she had no idea where she was. As she stood up, she took in her blank surroundings. Pyrrha had no idea where she was or what was going on.

This quote describes the deeper, spiritual approach to nature. This deeper approach allows us to be more open and sensitive to ourselves and nonhuman life.