Saturday Night Monologue

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

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

The furious winter swindles our space by wearing its spurious faces and sending the echoes of a promising message over the sea. Today they will get the satisfaction they need and tomorrow your doubts shall outstrip the benefits of a prime litany. As for them who distance themselves from failing company expansive time exists although the alimentary rudiments will trigger their senses with false alarm.

The New Zealand singer and songwriter who is responsible for the 'Everybody Wants To Rule The World' hit song - Lorde, has denied allegations that she lip-synced on the American television show - "Saturday Night Live" this past weekend, and instead took the unconstrained reports as an "awesome compliment."

The atmosphere was uncomfortable, but my husband was determined to settle the issue once and for all. He dragged me into the crowd despite my unwillingness and stormed straight to Mr. Little while pushing the people out of the way. We were met with some scorn and rude comments for our actions, but I simply bowed my head a little to express my apologies. Of course, the men were too enraged to regard me, and the next thing I knew, I was standing in front of Mr. Little with my husband.

I live in a small town called Oia. Because Oia is a small town, everyone that 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 and said, “Hey! You two stop walking away from me”. Simon is the person that acts like the leader of our town, he always asks us for money and food. Alexa asked, “What do you want?!”. Simon said, “ I want you to give me your money!. Alexa doesn’t want to give Simon the money because we work hard for it. But, I told her we should just give him the money because if we don’t he’s gonna beat us up. So, we give him the money and just walk away from him. The next week on Friday, Teris makes an announcement, “ Simon has died, Zeus stabs

Eve Ensler, the author of The Vagina Monologues, writes a novel discussing all there is to talk about when it comes to vagina's. This might sound odd to most but to me makes total sense in todays society. Sex is becoming more and more popular in younger ages, talked about in movies, magazines, commercials exedra however, the word "vagina" is still seen as a taboo word, even for women. I chose to watch the HBO monologues that included the one, two and three episodes. These episodes talked about various things. To begin, Ensler talked about her journey that lead to her findings about what women actually thought of their own bodies. Ensler interviewed over 200 women from young to old and asked them all the same question.. "Have you seen it before"

There's always that time when your Best Friend forces you to do something or in my case, my only friend forced me to come to this dumb party. If I didn't want to spend eight hours with those idiots, what makes you think I'll like to go to one of their parties, and spend even more time with them. The smell of liquor will make me go nose blind in a matter of minutes, just like in those febreeze commercials. The blaring music wouldn't go unnoticed not even by a death person. There were a million of things wrong with going to this party for example, getting drunk, which leads to being vulnerable, a stranger could just grab you and Fuck, next thing you know your pregnant, your parents will go crazy! That baby being born will stop you from focusing

Steve just jumped out of his taxi at the Los Angeles Airport and is on his way to his plane. His plane is taking off at 9:00pm, and will land in Australia within the next 24 hours. Steve starts to walk to his bag check in, and get his boarding pass for the plane. His notices several other people doing the same. A young family of 4, an elderly couple, as well as a women and a man in their middle ages flying by themselves. He hears his stomach growling and decides to head to the food court. When he gets there, he walks up to the Chick-Fil-A restaurant.

Once upon a time there was a bear called Winnie the Pooh. He likes honey very much.

The torpid pounding of my heart could be felt from the base of my stomach. And, despite the fact that I’d made the conscious decision to temporarily cement my feet to the floor, I began to seriously reconsider my choice. Cumbersome footsteps, from heel to toe of the lunatic’s boots, began to slowly trudge towards me; and upon his second in my direction, the sound of his twirling pistol became most audible, and resonated throughout the club’s walls. I attempted to inhale silently; however, the fearful tremors of my chest made the task quite difficult. The once confident feeling that dwelled within me, and encouraged me to continue, then felt to have suffocated by the impending ramifications, at the expense of my buckling transgressions. However,

"The Saturday Evening Post, the cover written 'The Daisy of Chicago married with Tom Buchanan', she wore the white wedding dress with some navy blue diamond particles on her white wedding veil. My hand slowly moved forward, reaching to touch that girl's face, and then she suddenly looked at me sadly, wailed, 'Liar! I don't want to see you again' Suddenly, I was in the darkness, feeling that I was falling and her insolent word was repeating in my head. I yelled, 'Stop, stop, stop, stop..." I opened my eyes whilst my heart was beating furiously. I walked to the veranda after getting off my bed. The winding made me sober, realizing it was just an unreal dream, I smiled. I stared at the green dock; its flashing was calling the last help from

Two years, since we first arrived, and my world is crumbling down. My younger sister, Maisie, only a year and six months at the time, was far wiser than any of us; that night, she saw it coming, she sensed it, she wouldn’t stop her crying. It has been three days since the fire, and still, my mind cannot process what happened, was this really happened? This had to be surreal, this is my family, they are not gone; they can’t be gone. As of right now, I am staying with my neighbors, the Schatzmans, as Mr. Schatzman breaks the worst news I have heard. My heart becomes heavy, and nothing feels right anymore, I had lost my family, the ones whom I have grown to love, they won’t be there to greet me with a smile in the morning or to tuck me in at night.

But I created a red sea where you could drown, I and my crimson machete,

Charles walks into his living room and says “Oh boy!” I can’t wait to play my Nintendo. Charles rushes to the TV but wait! His Mom steps in front of the TV and says nope you have to go to school. “Awww man!” groans Charles. “Heres your McDonald's leftovers”says his mom have a good day. "Well see you later I have to drive my new Chevrolet Camaro!"