Round Robins Monologue

Every fool and child knows that crossroads are magical places. Places where one might encounter things not easily found elsewhere. Where the desperate might cut a deal with a demon, and where the world-weary might find themselves crossing into another place or time. Every fool and child knows these things, but sometimes the wise forget them.

Have you ever wanted to be in Williamsport playing baseball? Well, I have I’ve been practicing since I could hold a baseball. Now all my training paid off. I finally made it. So did my friend Johnny. Johnny and I made it to Williamsport on different teams. It’s the Elimination game. Who ever loses goes home. It was a close game. Until the 9th inning the bases were loaded. Jimmy was on 1st, Timmy on second and Joey on 3rd. I’m up - 3-2 count. Johnny is pitching. He throws me a fastball right down the middle.Crack I crush it. Going… going… gone! A walk off grand slam. We win! After the game we go shake hands with the other team. I come to Johnny. I put out my hand and he doesn’t even make eye contact. He just walks away. The

I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything.

To start this off, i'm lost. I know i'm an idiot, but i'm going to try and make things right. What happened was me and the boys went out for our patrol earlier this morning. We were all so excited for Saturday that we weren't focusing on the job at hand. Without knowing we were attacked by a mob of Infected from behind, there was no other option but for all of us to split up. Now i'm here, I dont even know where here is. All the training we had just gone to waste. I would do anything to just go back in time and somehow just fix this all, but I can't and it’s tearing my heart to pieces. The suspense is terrible, I have no clue if anyone survived. I dont know if I could live with myself if anyone doesn't make it, explaining to their families that I killed their son. The amount of pain I have when a I write that is unmeasurable. Regret is all that I feel, and it's not going to fade away anytime soon.

"Books for Sale!" I exclaim while trying to think how I can pay for rent next month.

The first day, I was assigned to 3rd watch and I was assigned to P.O. Wasilewski. The first task that was given to us was lower the flags half mass for in memory of the 4 Marines who were killed in Tennessee at the recruiting station. After, we went off to patrol P.O. Wasilewski’s beat. Later in the day, we were called in by the Sergeant for assistance. As P.O. Wasilewski was assisting the Sergeant, Division Chief Bembenek called me over to tell me about a case he was involved in. The case was about a Child abduction where D.C. Bembenek, a P.O. at the time, almost lost because he wasn’t specific on what type of confirmation was given when identifying

I see people go through there Dailey routine like they are robots They're faces have no expressions and they have no thoughts Like an assembly line they organize Who knows what they see If I stepped in there shoes how would I see me Are they human Do they have a brain Are they being controlled, like someone controls an animal with rains I won't ever know what it's like to not be me

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

Venita contacted me on Facebook. Thanks again for your help. Also, I've been in touch to Tasha Ward. She's asking for insights on her great-grandfather Terry James TJ Tyson and he's our great-uncle. He married I. Jessie Stuckery. She print screen a piece of her tree and saw Noah Tyson and Mary Jane Rose and as know they great-grandparents to us.

Markus Zusak’s, The Messenger features the protagonist Ed Kennedy, and how he completed each mission of aces; diamonds, clubs, spades and hearts. The suit of spades was symbolic to Ed’s overall mission as Ed had to dig through truths about himself. Before the suit of spades Ed’s thought of himself was that he was worth nothing, evident through the narration of Ed’s monologue. The suit of spades saw Ed wanting more for his life, evident through the characterisation of Ed, the changes in his monologue.

I’d text but my phone just died — but I have some pretty good news!

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

I was walking up to bat. All I could hear was cheering through one ear and booing through the other. I took my stance and put the bat on my right shoulder and waited for the pitcher to throw the ball. The pitcher stared me down, probably trying to intimidate me some how. It worked. I could see the twitching of his right eye as he ogled me. He lifted his left leg and that was when I knew that the ball was going to soon be coming towards my face. As I braced myself, waiting for the ball to come, the boy opposite of me flung his right arm backwards, making both crowds go silent in anticipation. I could see the ball leave his hand and come towards me. I was trying to focus on the tiny, white ball, while zoning out the crowd cheering and yelling

was when Paul went out the window and walked on the fire escape to see if he could make it to the next apartment to get help.

So loathsome, that even the subtle rise and fall of my chest would set you off