Skyrim Monologue

This is a monologue we've been working on in class, it feels too much like a story, but I'm not sure. I'd like some pointers on what I could do, or just some corrections straight up would be nice, thank you!

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.

About two years ago my sister had taken in a dog named Morgan. At first I didn’t exactly agree with this because she already had a dog that she hardly took care of. When my sister brought Morgan home she was about two months old. I could still hold her in on had. And as I spent more time with her, she became my baby.

Hello Robbert. Of course I can expand on my interests and consumption of Overwatch; you have my apologies for me not having done so in the original correspondence.

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

Thornton Wilder, a Wisconsin native, is the writer of the Pulitzer Prize winner play Our Town. In Our Town, Wilder tells the story of a town in Grover’s Corners, New Hampshire, and the daily lives of the inhabitants. In the play, the author uses minimal props and scenery as well as including a main character known as the Stage Manager that has the ability to break the fourth wall, allowing him to talk to the audience. This factor of talking to the audience is a major component of making the public a part of the town. Throughout the play, there are many instances in which the Stage Manager uses various cues as well as dialogues to incorporate the audience and develop an intimate relationship to create a true sense of “our town”.

So the FCC won't let me be or let me be me so let me see

In your eyes yet not able to see but still able to understand. Look to the past, not future, it's went way too far. We've skipped, we've ran, but go back and walk slowly, nicely. Don't miss a thing!

THE ORNATE SCRIPT ON THE BOARD TWISTED in the candlelight, making the letters and numbers dance in my head. They were jumbled and indistinct, like alphabet soup. When Claire pushed the heart-shaped piece into my hand, I startled. I wasn’t normally so twitchy, and hoped Rachel wouldn’t notice. The Ouija board was her favorite present that night, and Claire gave it to her. I got her a bracelet. She wasn’t wearing it. Kneeling on the carpet, I passed the piece to Rachel. Claire shook her head, oozing disdain. Rachel put down the piece. “It’s just a game, Bell.” She smiled, her teeth looking even whiter in the dim light. Rachel and I had been best friends since preschool, and where she was dark and wild, I was pale and cautious. But less so when

The personification I chose was, ¨watching the crystallized ice charging to take over the last bit of green left¨ (2). This is effective because Aspen is a beautiful place and in the first paragraph I´m trying to convey it´s beauty. I describe it in a way that the snow is fighting a war to conquer the green land, and that is the way Aspen looks, during winter.

PROLOGUE Before our existence there were horrible, terrifying creatures called Monsters. Theses creatures may have been monstrous but they were not soulless. Savage indeed but not without morals. These so called monsters may not have lived lawlessly but they lived with a love like no other. Then when man was made from earth and women from bone, everything changed.

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.

Hey Jakpot, no I have not been raiding the last month. I've been looking for a guild and playing a tonnnn of Overwatch. I'm extremely familiar with the Restoration Shaman changes! I got Beta the first day it was out and even since Alpha I've been contemplating about the new changes. I've read about all the articles on chainheal.com, experimented with different talent setups and have done extensive testing. I've redone all my Weak Auras and macros n shit, so yeah, I definitely feel like I know the class inside in out in its current

“Zeref you- you can’t make me fight this battle.” I stumble across the room; I don’t want to be anywhere near him. He walks closer.

This monster I love has cut me so deep, His hands are his weapon, this secret I must keep. His words cut like a knife, He tells me I'm no good & he makes me hate this life.