Short Story Monologue

This alley is the only place where I can actually find refuge. I collapse on the ground once I enter the old shack. And I just lie there. Breathing hard, wishing I could leave the cruel world.

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

and run past all of the clutter. Your mission is to reach the stairs to your room.

My drama paragraph: Your mother's "trying to help" days are coming to an end, and the time is coming to let it go. This is a final attempt to reach you saying everything conceivable down to the last atom of my energy. Being strong-minded (in your head) hasn't allowed your heart and spirit to listen and hear the pleas from your children, Grandpa, sister, and parents!!! If this last "try to help" as your "fairy godmother" doesn't work, your parents' twilight years will be peaceful, but with deep sorrow.

I never believed that I’d ever be able to escape my past; and I was right.

The laundries were eventually done, and I folded everything and took the elevator, because I'm not walking three floor with the possibility of the clothes flipping over.

I'm on my way to your house right now." He says. I nodded and hopped in his car. He shifted the car and drive and started down the road.

Searing pain overcomes his hand. The insentient cement wall absorbs another powerless blow. Blood drips from his knuckles’ newly formed cut. However, he isn't fazed by the aching hand. His brown eyes’ stare seeming almost broken, yet filled with fear. A silence surrounds the stage like London fog, making it hard to breathe. The once faithful brown eyes have now dissolved into gushing tears, releasing the fear, the pain, and the complete brokenness. However, this feeling will always remain centered . He will never forget his crime... The lights slowly fade, beams are holding onto every bit of light as if it's life or death. Nobody except left on the stage.

The night was dimly lit by the lamp light on the busy streets of New York. There was a strange sense of peace that settled in the darkness, though it may have been his imagination. However, he could not shake the fulfilling feeling that he had discovered from his near death experience. His entire way of thinking had seemed to have completely changed in only a matter of a few eternal minutes.

The room was not really what I expected space wise, but it was descent enough. Although my mother was quick to say “Wow this room is not big as nothing, you hardly have any room to move around,” but I had in my mind I would make the best of it. The first thing I started unpacking was my personal items, which included my clothes, shoes, jewelry, and sheets. I folded all my jeans and shirts up and placed them in the drawers on my dresser. My dressy clothes were hung in the closet, and my shoes were placed neatly in the closet also. The jewelry, which was only multiple pairs of earrings were placed on top of the dresser. I then put my sheets and comforter on my bed, after I wiped it down with Clorox wipes. After, putting away my personal items I started putting my hygiene items away. I took all my mouth care products and put them in my red shower caddy. When I finished doing that I placed my shower caddy on my dresser. My soap (body wash,) and deodorant was only placed on the top of my dresser, so I could have easy access to it. Lastly, my towels and washcloths were folded neatly and put inside of my

I took all of my clothes from the drawers, cupboards, and closet and piled them all on my bed. That included removing everything from their hangers. This was followed by only putting those clothes back that spark joy and make me happy. I followed this KonMari

Did you know that 91 percent of Americans claim they have kept an item due to the fact that they feel guilty doing away with it? That's a lot of leftover presents, family antiques, welcoming cards and also seldom used garments simply lying around. When you have actually a home full of messy mess, you can spend hours looking for misplaced products. An action is a great chance to undergo that stuff as well as make the hard decisions concerning what to maintain as well as just what to toss.

I Run to my bathroom and take off my pajamas and put on fresh new clothes for the new day.

“Ok bye see you after the show.” I say as i grab my costume and get out of the car. My phone buzzes. It’s a text from Brooklyn.

Most of the clothes I have are jumbled up in a box I keep by my pallet. I knelt down and began rummaging through the box.