Spacesuit Monologue

It was a beautiful morning with two of my greatest loves I drank a cup of coffee strong just how I liked it .The Smell of eggs, bacon and potatoes filled the air . I was happy, but not as happy as other people My job was horrible I was in debt and there was nothing that could cheer me up. Except the smile on my daughters face . It was a usual morning my daughter Sophie playing with our dog dexter and him slobbering all over her face. Then Suddenly the lights go out and saw my daughter and wife taken away by men in dark tuxedos and I was tied to a chair and saw a strange man in a shadow he told . Nice morning we are having aren't we Joe I replied sure it was just wonderful before you came, he laughed I was worried and thought hard were my family went He caught me day dream and screamed he said Joe I am here for only one reason to inform you that you are recruited to the superhero secret service academy and you are not to say a word you will learn how to become a superhero and protect the citizens of the world

Hey, how are you all doing out there ? Well, me I have just been trying to stay healthy and keep my head high so I can make it back to the only thing I have and that’s you all “my family”. I try not to think about you all too much because when I think about what's going on out there it makes me mad and I am so tired ‘’omg’’. We don't eat that much during war but when we get back to the base we eat pretty good, well actually really good. I notice that a lot of people donate food and medicine and first-aid kits too. I just got an Lee-Enfield rifle and it's a pretty nice gun, it can hold 10 bullets. I just been waiting to use it on, Germany, Austria-Hungary and the Ottoman Empire against the Allied forces of Great Britain, and there are some

“Oh,” Darlene replied, his meaning not lost. She slipped the card in with her money and lip gloss. She disliked dogs and Daryl’s niece wasn’t going to be the first place she inquired for new work, but it was nice to have a backup option. “Thank you,” she added.

The closet door creaked open to reveal the pale and frail girl, curled in a ball, her cheeks wet and hair a mess. Margot’s hands, which were clenched into tight fists, were a raw red color from beating the unyielding door, and dry sobs wracked her whole body. If possible, her dull blue eyes were duller than before. “Margot?” one of the girls cried out softly.

Graham is back in the house, bitches! Some of these teens think I'm the new guy in this ward, but little do they know that I've been in and out of this shithole for years. Unfortunately, it's probably the closest thing I have to a home. How sad is that, right? I can't even stand it here, but anything is better than moving one home to another in New York City. Dealing with these pestering psychiatrists are better than dealing with my mom's various boyfriends who couldn't keep their hands off of her. And she wonders why I'm all screwed up.

(The scene opens on a school hallway. Lockers line one side. They are split in half: there is one locker on top, and one on the bottom. There is a group of high school girls talking and giggling next to the lockers. Ella Clark is one of the girls, and she is opening a locker on top, while talking to another girl. Enter Dahlia White. She kneels down at one of the lockers on the bottom, and starts to open it.)

What a wonderful day it is as i get a good whiff of the beautiful crisp air. No traffic. No injuries and especially no Red Chief. As i mince down to the summit market right up the street from my house. I hear a loud Bang and an atrocious laugh that sounded like it came from a little menace. I trimmed around the corner and as i stand there like a deer in headlights i see that little menace Red Chief staring back. At me. As i stand there and repute why did my day have to go wrong. As I zip back home to tell my wife the story we pack our bags and fly to dubai. As we settle into our new house my wife ask me “honey did you ever get that orange juice? “ “we can get as much orange juice now we don’t have to worry about red chief.” As i reply. Haaaaaaa

Stout bathers in baggy swimsuits tiptoe into the sea then launch themselves into the waves. A ship hovers on the horizon, hardly seeming to move, spectral against the whitewashed sky. Everything looks too real, too sharply defined and the colours are too bright, as if I’m seeing them after waking from a fever. The man who’d found my clothes is standing with his back to me, watching the swimmers.

I am a Chosen. I survived the Epidemic and like all of the other survivors who weren’t in quarantine, safe from the outside world, I have a power.

Band-Aid It was a long day of work. I just wanted to go home and take a nice long nap and wake up to dinner being cooked. I walked into my house wanting to sleep, but I heard a yell! I was scared. Then I yelled "Honey are you okay?

As the sun rose over the tanned brick buildings, shooting out its blinding rays across the town. I stood there silently in astonishment as one of the rays of light pierced through the clouds, land on the most beautiful girl I ever seen in my life. She had the body of a goddess, a face of an angel, with a small obsidian shaded tattoo, written “Akio” in a Zapfino styled font. As I slowly paced towards her, I was blinded by a ray of sunlight reflecting off the glass, it was almost like a message from the universe telling me that she was too beautiful for me to have or too good for me to be with. A sudden shiver of anxiousness sent me shuddering to a point where my legs caved in, I couldn’t do it, I simply can’t approach her. She’s too good for

Jimmy has or always been a nut but something was about to turn him into a tiny raisin of stupidity.

Hello there and sorry for the late replies have been rather busy with work and my real life,and I have other accounts to mange but I really hope that doesn't affect you wanting to roleplay with me. As you can see I do use Luna as a Base but I am not her nor have anything to do Usagi however my character is a creature of the moon and once I am able to figure out where I am going with this I shall tell you more,Characters name is Aisha and she is a princess of the Moon in another time and place she cannot age and her people have come a long way with not only life but with their tech a well. Well I am rambling again sorry about that just have a lot to say one of them being I do not like mutes and I don't wish to be treated as some

I stood there without a word in mind & those words Miss Clark had said was the only thing I thought about, it repeated in my head over & over, “ He has no mother. He has no skates”. Those words seem to have hurt me because my heart ached of pain, my head had hurt so much of thought, & my eyes were filled with water sliding down my cheeks, now my question was why would he lie to me? I thought I showed him theirs no reason to think he's alone that there are people here to care for him. He probably has his own reasons to have lied.

I don't think I have ever experienced pain quite like having a mic pack roll on me. I’ve always been one to experiment in theatre. This time I had decided to place my mic pack on my right upper thigh under my skirt since the traditional location, my waist, was currently being squeezed by a rigid corset. I knew this was risky. It had never been done before by my troupe, but it was the only place I could find that wouldn't be crushed by the costume, or the combat choreography. It seemed like the perfect place to hide it; however, the trick was getting it to stay. My mic assistant tightly bound the mic pack to my thigh with an ace bandage, then wrapped another bandage around it to secure the pack. Since that wasn't secure enough, she added a solid