Snake Woman Monologue

I’m holding my beautiful wife in my arms on the living room floor, I’m running my hand across

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

On the very last house of Durberry Lane lived two sisters. The first sister’s name was MacKenzie. She had tanned skin as if she lived in California instead of Kansas. Her blonde hair went along with her Californian vibe. The second sister’s name was Penelope. She had her sister’s blonde hair, but with chocolate brown eyes and a face painted with freckles.

Hi Alice! How are you doing? Fine? I hope so.

to accept it, this is my eternity, i'd stay here forever and ever. I guess this is it, my whole life and it's all wasted. I wonder if I could have done anything different, maybe be kinder, give to the poor, I don't know. I'll never get married or have children.

“There, we can see your beautiful face again,” she says, depositing the washcloth into the murky water, and extracts the bandages and tape from the medical kit. “It's not bleeding, but knowing you, you'll figure a way to open it up again.” She grins.

When she arrived home she made a tea with the flowers, as the medicine man had instructed her. Picking her son up, Sarah pinched behind the viper’s head, forcing his mouth open. She then took the tea and poured it down the snake’s throat. Quickly letting go, she then watched as the venomous snake turned back into the little boy she had always known.

It was December fourth, two thousand fourteen; a sad, scary day for sure. This day was the day Amy LaVancha was diagnosed with cancer. Hodgkin's Lymphoma cancer. Though this cancer has an eighty six percent survival rate after five years, it was still super scary.

June Lévesque, also known as “The Snake Lady”, has been living in the streets and performing black magic, in the streets of New Orleans longer than anyone could remember. Her nickname is well earned, everyday she steals and cheats people, slithers her way through the streets all day and night tricking visitors into believing her gibberish and giving her money. The childhood of Miss Lévesque, had been quite similar to the way she lives now. Grungy and dirty, living with her mother in a small shotgun house just outside of Lafayette, June had little education and relied on her neighbor's books that he would give her when he was through with them. June’s father, who had been the family’s main source of income, committed suicide when June was four due to schizophrenia. Her mother, was also a fortune teller and was the one who taught June the tricks of the trade. June didn’t have many friends, the children in the neighborhood were told by their parents to keep away, because of June and her “crazy” mother. When June was seventeen, her house caught on fire, burning all of her belongings and killing her mother.

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Pauline’s gonna stick it to those mongrels in the big smoke. It’s about time fair dinkum Aussies got within hooroo of Canberra and stood up for the rest of us. I’m sick of those pollies who look after their own mates and they don’t think about the jobs that are being nicked from us by letting every bloody foreigner into our back yard. And what about all the free-loaders pretending to be refugees? They’re really terrorists.

Immediately following, a violent rattling came. Fear would not elude her. The bed began to shake, but she could not tear eyes away from the creature she caught a glimpse from. Elisabeth stared down by her feet at the white footboard.  Deliberately rising, it swayed back and forth in the motion.  From the abyss underneath her bed, a golden striped and brown demon rose. Flickering its tongue in and out, the form of a rattlesnake hovered ready to attack. He swayed to and fro – hissing as his tongue popped in and out. Flickering it up and down. Gasping she opened her mouth and tried to scream. Silence. She covered her mouth when her scream fell silent. She laid frozen in fear, as she could only watch when his head rose higher to hover above her. The giant snake was the largest she had ever seen before. His head was the width of her bedroom door and his length must have been 30 feet she thought. This was the end, she thought. The end of her would come by the teeth of a giant

“Hello, my names Katherine Clark. I couldn’t help, but notice how amazing you did up there. Give me a call some time.”

Well, congratulations. You fell miles down into a mountain cavern, that was rumored to be crawling with monsters, got through dangerous puzzles and a psychotic talking flower, faught who you believed was a really nice goat lady, and now you are out of the first area, still slightly sizzling from the goat lady, Toriel’s, fire magic. What do you do know little protagonist? Breath for one, gosh that was a mouthful. This has been one day, alright. If you were to look at a clock, it would tell you that you haven’t even hit noon yet!

Fernando: Gina, I think you are right! So what exactly have you doing so far to get your health back under control?