Samuel Monologue

Eileen was married for twenty-five years to her best friend John, and together they had three children, two girls, and one boy. Her marriage ended in 1985 when John was tragically killed by a drunk driver. When my mother learned of my father’s death by the police department, she had a complete “meltdown”. How was she going to raise her three children? How

The father's side of the family cared for them like they grew up with them whenever they needed something they would help out like with money etc.. Linda’s kids had never seen their grandmother and had never have met her in their life they have no idea what she looks like and what her face looks like. Did Linda’s mother ever think what her own child was feeling when this happened did she ever feel like she was doing the wrong thing, did she ever think this would impact the family in a very harsh way it's like there's a hole in their

I gaze up at the golden moon. It is rare to see a night like this. Perhaps I should continue moving. It would be foolish for me to stop here.

“Really Luke, you didn’t seem the type to be afraid of clowns?” I say as we walk through the clown room

Romeo and I are standing next to each other, Friar Laurence standing between us and nurse sitting down on the church seats. Nurse looks some what happy, she did want me to marry young. I feel happy and kind of guilty. I can't believe I snuck out. Even though I feel kind of guilty I’m glad I snuck out to marry Romeo. I know I met him like two days ago, but it feels like I've known him forever. It was love at first sight, something I had never experienced before.

Thank you for taking an interest in the role! I really appreciate it. — So I have some background for the Emilia role, but it's open to creative freedom. She, Brandon (me) and the Kit all grew up on the bad side of town (I haven't picked a location yet, as I wanted everyone's input once I got the group together) She and Brandon are very close, almost like siblings, and he's very protective of her; they have a relationship like Dom and Mia from Fast and the Furious.

"Don't go Johnny don't go, what about your children you can't leave them behind," I yelled.

The couple sits on their couch in the living room of their large two story home, they moved into early in the summer, newly built, beautifully decorated. Both staring at their flat screen T.V watching pictures of their son flash across the screen with tears in their eyes.

“The gun is too old, it’s going to misfire,” mused Stanley as he fingered the trigger of his pistol. It was a small and weak gun that had been in his possession for many years. “I’m too nervous, I won’t be able to pull the trigger, let alone aim this thing,” he thought to himself in horror, his apprehension wreaking havoc on his nerves.

Slender, yet tenderly framed, set against a backdrop of greenish tinged bald cypress trees, the yellow paint color gave it the appearance of being a peaceful, serene home. It was tall and elegant- its intricate ironwork along the balcony and lower porches, reminded Thomas of houses he had seen in New Orleans. He was thinking of renting it as a temporary residence for him and Allie to live in while they were in Charleston. He was still hesitant about taking her with him on his frequent outings where lately he had to slip out through Elliot’s Cut, to the Stona River and then out to the Atlantic from there to keep Yankee patrols from catching him. For the past three days, they had stayed aboard the Spitfire, sleeping, eating, talking, and making

Come on women where the hell you've been? Been fucking around with Everyman on the planet. See fucking batsman the guardsman, doorman the fucking mailman had to go fucking dormant, in the morning became a Mormon. Don't touch my garment it's way to expensive and important. Don't want hands on it that don't belong to it. I refuse to except I'm a bad influence, it's intuitive assuasive. Let's be honest I'm innovative. Let's be honest to ourselves and our family's and say that we're pieces of shit. Just kidding. But I'm not kidding. Fucking peter the fisherman one of the most influential people in history. Stop fucking with me. Don't fuck with me. Or I'll curve you. One world order. Bonhomie records, Partners were not partners that's ignorance.

Cynthia Johnson is a 26-year-old single woman from Birmingham, Alabama. Being young herself, she takes care of her 5 children from non-marriages with different fathers. She did not successfully complete high school or college, leaving her in a low socioeconomic status, making it hard to obtain a proper job to take care of her children. At an early age, she became all too familiar with the notion of grief. Because of this reoccurring history of grief, Cynthia suffers with severe depression, has a history of substance abuse, and an overall unhealthy lifestyle. Mrs. Johnson’s history includes a background in having children at a young age, fatherlessness, and occasional dating but never marrying.

My scene is about Stanley found a gold tube in the ground when he was digging and it was actually lipstick that said “KB”. The warden got excited so she said “I’ll point where you got to dig”. She got excited because Katherine Barlow hid some treasure and the Warden wants it. The first day she didn’t find the treasure and she was mad but she calmed down. The second day she did not find the treasure so she got impatience and was mad

I am extremely disappointed in your behaviour. Your father rung me as soon as he found the house empty and the twins crying out for you. You should've considered your actions and what risks you were taking. If you had talked to me, we would've been able to negotiate the party and you may have been able to go. If you don't communicate with me, you won't even have a chance of being able to go to parties in the future.

I can't stop. I won’t stop. I must keep running. The Slave Catchers’ and their dogs were right behind me. I pause for a second to catch my breath and look behind my shoulder. But, I can’t stop. I have to keep running. I know they aren't that far, but they aren’t too close.. I can hear them rustling through the tree and bush branches. I continue running, occasionally stopping to catch my breath.