Shisui Monologue

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.

I woke up groggy and confused Thursday night. I couldn't tell where I was, all I could see were the bright lights. The first thing I felt was an intense pain shooting all over my body, all I wanted to do was move. I thrashed around in, bed kicking my legs, trying to

The day before, I had been a little sick and was taking cough medicine. I told my friends I would be fine by tomorrow. The morning of, I took some medicine to make sure nothing would bother me while being at Six Flags. I drove down to my friend’s house and there were about 6 of us meeting up to go. Everyone was excited and couldn’t wait. The drive down was short and relaxing. I didn’t feel sick or nausea so I knew my cold wasn’t

Kneeling on the frozen snow nor feeling nor knowing what is beneath me?…. my cells are no longer responding… My body is shivering, begging me to stop…….My hands are pale as if my blood has frozen, barely moving, barely thinking, barely conscious. My glim of hope vanishing as I realise I won’t survive in this vast of white snow… Lost the sense of direction. How many days have I travelled? Believing in a glim that goes nowhere. Am I going insane? Not knowing the date nor the time nor someone to talk to but only myself. Only if my friend was here… What am I talking about his already dead. How did he die ? I can’t remember well? We were walking nearby a river hoping if we follow the current it may lead us to people,I heard a splash I turned my back and he was into the cold water, I helped him to get up but his foot got stuck into a puddle pulling his head under the water, he was struggling I tried to pull him towards me but I was too exhausted, as he was drowning I saw his face expression it gave me a

A couple years back when my mother had back surgery, I would always help her up, which I seemed pretty good at, because she would always say, “Whenever you help me I can never feel it. You are really good at this.” At that time it had gone in one ear and out the other. That’s not until two years ago when my grandmother was really sick, so we had to stay days with her because she couldn’t be by herself. She was sleeping the whole day, so something just told me to wake her up. After I woke her up, she sat up for a few minutes. My family gave her some medicine and then her eyes started rolling behind her head, and she was unresponsive. At that time I rushed and called 911. The whole time I felt as if I was in a daze. At that

Lani: Terrorism? I don’t know, I think, also, no, in a positive way unfortunately; for me. Yeah, I feel it really helped me see people come together and I helped at the candle visual and there were all these people there. (Tell me more about the candle visual). I was there handing out tissues, no one needed it, it was such a serious mood and didn’t expect that much people to turn up, like we had chairs set up and there was more people than there was chairs. Everyone was really respectful and if someone crying, everyone was there to hold them and talk to them. (Where was that at?). It was at in the front of the lower commons. (How long was it?). Maybe, two hours; I don’t know I was helping from the beginning. My time is a little wrapped.

Today is Thursday June 18, and thankfully I am feeling better after a whole week of sickness. Yesterday was a slow day I woke up late and did chores which I felt was a workout because by the time I was done I sweating like crazy. I felt that since my body was sick, my exertions felt twice as weak. Afterwards I just wanted to lay down in my bed and never get up but I decided since I was already sweaty I'd do more. So I got up and did some stretching, yo-ga, and some sit ups. Those I did to make-up a little for what I was missing.

“This is where the knowledge gets dicey. My family and clan are Selkie’s and now you’re entrusted to keep our secret.”

Oh Ken! I'm so sorry to hear your leg has not got better. I can't imagine how painful those blisters are. When do you have to see your the surgeon again, Ken? What do you do for relieving those pains?

The time was early in the summer. I felt like I had been waiting for eight long months and finally the day, it was a Friday afternoon, when Sariah and I met Emmie and Pepper.

What is the purpose of life? Is it just some way your soul can stay amused? Pleased? Is it all we are good for or is it the way people make eternity friends? Humans are horrible people. Not all of them, but a giant mass of the can’t live without war. Desciapable beings that only see the joy in destruction and explosions. They have this hunger that never seems to diminish in the ptis of their stomachs, like a predator gone mad for prey. They seem to drive for it, no matter who gets involved, whether it be innocent bystanders or their own flesh and blood. The more the merrier as they say although sometimes it’s not the best. Humans love to destroy what you knew all your life and just leave you for dead. Then again, that’s a part of nature. Kill

Summoned by a vengeful Kitsune to wreak havoc amongst the soldiers. The burned body of her lover, used to create havoc like no other. Thousands upon thousands they laid, bodies upon bodies of ill-fated soldiers. Was this not what asked young, foolish kitsune? I did as you asked, yet you choose to send me away. My tainted spirit trapped within a glass, buried within the roots of a sacred tree, destroyed at your hands. Little did you know, 68 years later, I would rise and once again, cause chaos among this unfortunate town.

Ah. Finally, the first day of hajj. I can’t wait to get started. As I wait around in my position, I can clearly hear Mansa Musa yelling at his slaves, “GET IN YOUR POSITION!” Clearly Mansa Musa is pretty savage. I look down at my kids. Buster is almost falling asleep. If anybody were to know Buster they’d think he’s a happy alive person. Buster is the laziest child I have ever met. All he does is sleep while Tyronne does all the work. All the chores, all the food making. Shakisha doesn’t even cook. Probably because Tyronne’s a try-hard, but anyway back to hajj. I’m so scared and hope Allah is with us.

Sandro looked at the blond girl. He could almost hear the gears in her head turning. "You are perceptive. I do have a kid, but I never get to see her." Sharing one house with someone meant to open up to the person and perhaps because of the alcohol that was getting to him Sandro decided to do so. "I got engaged to a woman once and we were madly in love. We had a child together and it was perfect. Then someday she went to sleep, so I waited and waited.

It started with a chill, each vertebrae vibrating one by one up my spine. Then the heat, my face flush and palms clammy. I could never keep up with my breathing, for it seemed as though each time I breathed out, I needed more air almost immediately. Soon, my mind was flooded with unsettling images, a new one appearing nearly every second, each worse than the last. Everything that I found comfort in was now an enemy. When will this end? My body could not keep up with the trembles and I could not resist the urge to scream. Was this room always so small? My eyes grew indecisive, darting across the room, until the capillaries within them bulged so greatly that I clenched my eyelids shut. Then, a long, deep breath.