Running Monologue

It wasn’t always easy. As a matter of fact, it was never easy for us. I’m sure you’d have agreed. Surely it was tough for you to let us go, but I want you to know that I’m thankful you did.

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.

If you're having relationship problems, don't ask me because I'm going to give it to your straight and raw.  I've seen it time and time again where people are just disgusted with their partner and they come to me for advice but leave madder than they came. (haha)

The air reeked of alcohol, the intoxicated breaths of young people colliding together over drunken slurs to create one distinct scent. She kept her head low as she made her way through the maze made by the seemingly endless crowd. Full of regrets, she was doing all she could to get out of there, the distraction turning out to be nothing more than a few drinks with people who didn't even know when her birthday was. The song finished abruptly, followed by simultaneous cheering. She kept moving, weaving in and out of people with fierce determination until she walked right into him. She murmured a quick apology and went to continue when the familiarity of the figure in front of her hit. She hesitantly looked up, heart dropping into her stomach at the mere sight of him.

Hello I am Mr. Green but you can call me chase. I am a con man. Some one has found my info and he has invited me to a dinner party. I am going to go to it and kill him. I will do it with a knife. I will show up talk to him. Then once he is not looking I will kill him. It is a full proof plan. But the outer guess. They are mustard, prof. Plum Dr. Orchid, miss scarlet, and Mrs. white.

I Stood there at the door not sure if I should come in or to turn and walk

Okay, I feel like this needs to be said. Recently in the past couple of games I have been playing in oitc, people have been calling other individuals "ez." This is really pissing me off. I to have said that to others, but have stopped about a week ago realizing that it is really immature. First of all, this is a game, where you mostly build, talk, have fun, play fun mini-games without having any trouble. Yes you may lose, but you don't have to put down others because he or she has won the game. Let me get this in your head, this is minecraft. Not Call of duty, life, or CSGO, this is minecraft. We don't need people calling others trash, ez, bad, etc. It is a game. Not life. Second of all, why waste your time trying to get a reaction of the person

“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 slam my locker and turn to my best friend, Kelly Walter. "Please tell me again why we had that dreaded geography test today." I said. "Cheer up, Ally. It was pretty easy. You're stressing over nothing." She said.

I felt the sticky, sweet summer air plaster my clothes to my perspiring body, the wood of my violin getting dangerously damp as I cranked out note after note; a mechanical doll spinning slowly around my room as I performed to nobody but myself and the smell of mochi rising from the kitchen.

Surrounded by crowds of people sharing the same thought; are we really getting home today? Pepsi is too anxious. Vomiting all over himself and his new uniform. Sunshine lays into him, cussing and screaming. Laughter erupts! Growing rowdier as Doc yells “No matter what don’t stop us now, I’ll fix him”. Close knit groups of friends are scattered around having vivid discussions of the first thing they are going to do when they’re finally off. Grady chimes in on a conversation with his deep southern accent trying to imitate his favorite musician, DJ Screw saying “Man shiiitttt first thing I’m going to do is grab me a bottle, some shrimp, and sit my ass in the tub”. Craw Daddy can’t help but tease Grady, by reminding him to lay off the alcohol

Staring out into the crowd, lights scorching my face as I recited the big monologue that led to my inevitable suicide, time stopped, and I finally realized that I love what I do, and I wouldn’t have made it here without him. He pushed me harder and harder, each time making it more difficult to meet his expectations for greatness, but I know he did it to make me a better performer, and I appreciate that every day. When I’m stuck in that pit of problems, whether it is about my inner obstacles or life in general that wraps its soul crushing tentacle binding me internally, he is there to free me from my internal shackles. With his guidance, I broke out of my shell and literally found a voice of my own.

@protagoras, (it) You say you are devastated. I agree. You have added nothing to the

Well nothing that important happened today, but tomorrow there's going to be a lot of commotion. Tomorrow I have try-outs, my sisters are turning a year older, and then I have to participate in the making of my little sisters humongous cupcake. Miyah is turning 1 year old so excited, and Kala is turning 13 years old. Then I have basketball try-outs, sadly there's going to be 2 different teams. I think there should only be one, but there are a lot of kids trying out. Only the best should make it honestly. The good thing about it is, I know I'm going to make it so it will be like an early practice. Then the day after Wednesday is volleyball try-outs and I know I'm going to make one of the teams, because Ms.Mueller is forcing me to try-out. Well

Everything went dark over me as the moss and roots wrapped me in their spindly arms.