Setrakus Ra Monologue

Just as I arrived in the line the previous riders were leaving. Before I knew it, the gate had opened and we were getting onto the ride. It felt like an out of body experience. Perhaps that was just my sanity watching in awe from afar. I left my shoes next to my bag inside the gate. I had to stand on my quivering tip toes to get in the seat. With my heart beating out of my chest, the carnival worker buckled us in. Then the operator moved us up about ten feet. I wanted to shout down at them to lower us back down so I could get back to the earth. Adrenaline rushed, palms sweaty, my breath came out in quiet, rapid gasps. I had just opened my mouth to speak, but the worker beat me to

It’s not even dark yet but I’m exhausted. As I lay in silence, a series of cannon fire rings through the arena. I count as they are shot one at time, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16. Sixteen tributes are dead in the first day, I can’t believe I survived longer then sixteen people. I can’t help but be anxious for Grace, I’ve known here since we were infants, and in a town like mine everyone knows everyone. I always kinda had a crush on her but we were friends, or at least I think, we didn’t talk much. The sound of the anthem wakes me from my sleep, it scares me, I didn’t even know I feel asleep. Once it’s over the faces of all the dead tributes are projected into the sky. There’s the little boy from district 8, he was only 12 and always looked scared even in training. There’s the girl tribute from district 2, she was deadly with a spear and was super strong for a girl, and I wonder how she died? As all the tributes light up in the sky I get more and more nervous. Will I see Grace up there? Am I going to be the only one from district 12 left? Am I going to be alone in here?

Now!.../ I-- I am going to be a storm--a flame--/ I need to fight whole armies all alone;/ I have ten hearts; I have a hundred arms; I feel/ Too strong to war with mortals-- (Rostand

“Why would you trust her knowing what she did to Travin who still has not fully recovered?” She appeared quite annoyed by her addition to their party.

Last night was a blast for him. He stole the dance floor, sang like a star, and ate like a king, but today he was found dead in his hotel room, the lifeless corpse of Dominic Francis leaking blood onto his bed, the name “Corcurro” carved into his torso. I, Kurt Wilson, the best friend of the victim, found him. I am a former military soldier of the U.S., and I swore to the lord himself that I would find the killer and avenge my dear friend, Dominic Francis at absolutely all costs.

I close my eyes and shake my head. No. I only stayed to help her, because I admire her commitment to help her friend. But part of me can’t help but wonder, is that the only reason I stayed? I don’t know. She’s beautiful, but I could just as easily say that about Cydni.

Scar paced back and forth across the width of the cave he now calls home. I must bide my time before I can get back my rightful throne. If I attack to soon dissension might break out in the pride and I will surely lose my newly gained thrown.

The prison cell was hardly six feet by six feet, just a hollow prism of concrete with a callous opening of thick metal bars. There was only one way in and one way out. I lose the sense of time in here just like my old home, I couldn’t even tell if it was day or night, all I have are my thoughts and this pencil and paper. This place is bewildering by layout, so quiet that anyone could forget their own name. I haven’t, Arthur Radley is my name but you might know me as Boo, the name that has been given to me from the people’s monstrous perceptions. Maycomb’s townspeople have an unreasonable view of me, they all portray me to have mental issues, that I am an enigma and not safe to be around. I don’t know how these people got these views as I am

I can't believe that after nine months, after all those bad night I spent, they just took my child away. What do they know, there was nothing wrong with him, he looked fine. The worst part is, I can't do anything about it. I saw as that young Spartiate took him away, he carried him as if he was nothing. I understand, that our society does not allow it. That the reason why it is not allowed is because he is seen as a waste of food and resources, but that is my kid, I miss him. My child is a high price to pay but then again, this lifestyle that we live is given to us by the same people who took him. The gerousia gives us these slaves that do our work and feed us. They allow us to enjoy life with minimum. They must know what they are doing. No they don't, who are they to tell me that there is something wrong with my child.

“Class, quiet the chatter! If not, you’ll be moved to different tables.” Mr. Kenil threatened from across the classroom, adjusting his prescription glasses to give his famous evil eye to the class, especially Greenberg.

I had only two groups ahead of me and then it was my turn to take the lift. As the others ahead got on, I examined the way they mounted the seat. As each seat took off, they would walk up behind it as another seat, without stopping, would scoop them up from behind. Now it was my turn. When the group ahead of me got carried away, I moved up quickly so the seat coming from behind me wouldn’t knock me down. As I watched the seat draw near I noticed there were no seatbelts! How stupid of me. Of course there wouldn’t be seatbelts. Once you finally get to the top, you have to get off quickly otherwise you’ll miss your chance and the lift will take you back down. It was too late now, the seat was right behind me. As it grabbed me from behind, I could feel my board and legs begin to drag across the floor. When I lost contact with the earth, I clung to the side railing as tightly as I could. Every second that passed took me higher and higher. The cable suspending my seat bounced up and down as more passengers were added to the weight of the lift. I looked down and realized I was already about twenty feet in the air. The gravity pulling down on the snowboard attached to my foot felt as if a demon, whose name was Acrophobia, was dragging me down to the depths of

I can still hear it in my mind. The cries of millions of potential lives, all extinguished by a single selfish act. I can still smell singed fabric mingled with the cloyingly sweet scent of death. I can still see the look in Jace’s eyes as he blasted me with that stupid pen. The pen that I made for him. I made it to keep him docile, to feel safe. Maybe I should have made it as just a regular pen and not a pen that can shoot someone in the abdomen. What a fool I was.

“Damn you... damn you to hell!” I throw my sword in the blood soaked ground, tears running down my cheeks.

My name is… was Lucius Blackwood. You may have heard of me. The man who revolutionised gaming, the sole creator of the VRMMO: Alkareth: A New Beginning. Or I would’ve been if I had enough fucking funding!... Calm down, Lucius… so, I died from… slipping on a banana peel… after a hamster jumped onto my face… don’t ask me how! And, I fell out of a window, onto a pole, which fell onto a truck, and the truck crashed into several cars… killing some, and… the truck… with me still on it! And still alive! Fell into the local river… and I drowned… now, I’m in hell.

I closed my eyes as the ride ascended from the platform and came to a stop at the peak. I opened my eyes to nothing but the skyline. I said,” Guys if I survive this I’m going to kill you all.” The moment of truth was upon me now. The Coaster was at the mercy of gravity as we descended the massive drop. In the split second I had before we fell off the earth I knew there was nothing I could do to stop ride. As I