San Michael Monologue

If you grew up with white boys Who only look at black and Puerto Rican porno Cuz they want something that their dad don't got Then you know where you're at Mortaring your ear holes shut In a rush with wet coke In a Starbucks bathroom with the door closed On booze some left in residue and confused Like the first time you used soft water Down on my luck caught unaware Like Houdini when the last fist struck Sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am If I'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am

I’m just me. He is everything I’d imagine that “me” could be, if I stepped outside our box and found a plain to release these ideas of everything we’ve ever wanted to be. I’m solitary, mindful, a Garfield, a Seinfeld, least to say extraordinarily nothing special but not quite nothing special at all. I love the smooth sooth of Brazilian jazz music and cool days that paint pictures of fall. Handling thin brush tips that paint pix I could hang on my wall. He’s Los Angeles’s Sunset Blvd in the dark magic hours prior to dawn. Where the spot light rests upon the culprits of the moon randomly moving in unison. I quietly await the storms demise. Many moons have passed since we’ve viewed a frozen stretch of land called home. Where great bodies collide

Imagine living without the sun, the sun that gives off warmth and happiness for many people. Tom and Lily have not seen the sun in countless years. The setting illustrates what Tom, Lily and all the citizens are missing now that it has been gone for many years. The dress will symbolize the sunshine and happiness that has been lost ever since the nuclear bomb. The characterization focuses on Tom and Lily and how they are the dynamic characters to show that when something slips away from someone, they will do anything to get it back. In “Searching For Summer” by Joan Aiken, the theme appreciate what is given in life before it is lost is portrayed through the use of setting, symbolism, and characterization to reveal that people do not notice

“But look MJ. It doesn’t stop there, it only gets deeper, son. The reason you never knew about your daughter and why Havannah never brought her to see you is because Papi told Havannah to lie to Marlorana, to tell her that her father was dead. I highly disagreed with that because even though you have a lot of time over your head, you still could've been a part of your daughter’s life. You know, with visitation and all. But Papi kept pushing the issue and eventually Havannah and I both gave in.

Mercuito; You have stated that thou shall not go missing before, but yet here thee stand, taller and stronger than before!

He woke up in a dark room. He was numb and dizzy. The figure of a man kept on flickering through his head. He couldn’t move. He had no memory. His whole body was full of pain and agony.

A particularly nasty group pf men set at the far end of the bar, their drunken crooning filling the rest of the tavern with horrid, off key notes. From what Marco heads from their legible conversation, much of what they "say" are merely drunken slurs, it appears that they are a band of mercenaries or something similar.

It had been the 5th night that the devil had spoken to him, the bright white snow outside his window, the shadow of a tree that’s casted inside Shong’s room haunts him with illusion of the day we met. I was like his best friend, I walked where his shadow laid, but we never talked, yet I was always there with him when he ran away. Away? From what you might ask, well. To keep it simple, from people like me, and that’s how he met me in the first place. In the beginning of his sophomore year, he hadn’t felt more excited of the people he’s grown fond to, he sat behind Christina everyday in Ms.Larson’s classroom, they’d have a blast and nothing could ever do him wrong, but that’s where the cliche switcheroo comes into play. Everything turned into a catastrophe, Alondra had triggered many types of mannerism from him, slapping Shong on the back of his head with the pizza she had gotten for

Nervous, yes so dreadfully nervous I have been sitting here buying my time to get out of this corroding, treacherous, and monstrous hell of a cell that i have called home for too many a night. But first let's start at the beginning shall I.

We had a long walk up to the house.We had to carry our own luggage. As soon as we walked in we were greeted by two strange-looking people. More scary than strange. There names were Mr. and Mrs. Rogers. Mr. Rogers was the butler of the house. Mrs. Rogers was the cook and the maid of the house.

I live in a small town called Oia. Because Oia is a small town that everyone lives there knows each other like family. We always help each other when they needed help. One day coming back from work Simon stop us.

You sink into your mattress, forgetting about all the stress you have accumulated that past week. Every aspect of life seems to be harmonizing, with baby pinks and vibrant oranges of the sunset peeking through your curtains. As you lay there, you notice the fluorescent glow of a notification illuminating the room. You regretfully pick up your phone and tap the yellow and white icon, anticipating the devils that will pounce out of the app. You then stare… questioning the worth of opening the snap, and hesitantly click the red square in the corner of your screen.

After the much of the world as I know it was destroyed, I was stuck with a group of people who have both made my life a living hell, and saved it time and time again. Back before the plague hit, we would have never even come in contact, there are I few I wish I never would’ve come in contact with either way. Maybe if we were still in the modern functioning world, we’d be the hit sitcom or even a dysfunctional band. Alas the modern world as I knew it is only left in my memory, with so few people left of earth, and with no technology, the six of us are stranded.

Chandler had once again broken up with Janice. This time, he told himself it would be the last time. Three breakups with the same person was enough. But as he lay/laid on his bed, sobbing, he remembered why he kept going back with/to her. She was the only who loved him. His heart tightened in his chest as he realized it. No one else was going to love him. She was his only hope left at love, but he kept pushing her away.

Upon returning from her abduction, Darcy suffers from PTSD, she is now afraid of the dark. While Dylan becomes somewhat paranoia of losing Darcy, which considered what happened to both of them, I thought it was perfectly understandable.