Spencers Monologue

Face pale with terror, Adam's shaky hand moved to switch on the bedside lamp. Images of Fire and Brimstone, and writhing figures, - men, women and children all - screaming in pain as flames consumed their bodies, flowed through his mind. Eyeballs exploded, and liquefied flesh oozed into fiery lava pits, leaving nothing but a collapsed pile of charred bones on the ground before moments later the victim's human form was resurrected in its entirety, and subjected to the same agonising fate again. Over and over, ad infinitum.

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

I wish Joey would fight for me...if he loves me, he will fight for me, right? No...Joey will never fight for me or make the marriage work. In his heart, he believes that our marriage is over when our baby died...he is the most stubborn man I had ever met. Instead of saying that we are too incompatible, and if our baby survives...why can't he and I just forget the damn past and make the marriage work? Why can't he and I try again for another baby? Why must he makes it so damn hard for the both of us? Why is he so damned stubborn? Why?! Damn...I will never understand and I don't want to...maybe I should just move on and find someone who truly value me and never give up on me like he did...

Killing must feel good to god too… he does it all the time. Without hesitation, without a scratch of a though against his head he lets it happen and he lets the action run its course again and again and again.

“Dear Evan Hansen, today is going to be a good day and here’s wh-” “We’ve been stuck on this island for how long?! And you’re still singing those stupid songs?” There she goes again, always yelling at me for singing my songs. That’s Kaylin. I know she means well, in her defense we have been stuck here for 288 days and not being able to listen to new music can really make a girl upset. Anyways, i stick my tongue out at her and we laugh. “Why are you guys just sitting there? We’ve got drinks to carry!” There goes emily again, She’s always the one telling us what to do. In a loving way of course, i mean we probably wouldn’t have survived this long without her keeping us calm, cool, and collected. Me and Kaylin go to help Emily carry the coconuts

“That’s what it felt like this morning, because it’s their territory now, it’s Tom and Anna’s and Scott and Megan’s. I’m the outsider, I don’t belong here, and yet everything is so familiar to me” (65). I selected this quote because it indicates Rachel’s feeling of isolation from what she was once a part of. “I’m not beautiful, and I can’t have kids, so what does that make me? Worthless” (79).

I awoke to beams of a dozen spotlights, my vision gradually adjusted to the brilliant white light which illuminated everything around me. The realization that I had fallen asleep during rehearsal caused my eyes to widen in utter shock and confusion.

“Not ones our age.” I pegged him at no more than early thirties, but that could be due to the scruff coating his jawline.

“The gun is too old, it’s going to misfire,” mused Stanley as he fingered the trigger of his pistol. It was a small and weak gun that had been in his possession for many years. “I’m too nervous, I won’t be able to pull the trigger, let alone aim this thing,” he thought to himself in horror, his apprehension wreaking havoc on his nerves.

The plan is simple. I don’t see how it wasn’t, but, of course, some people disagree. Jensen and Thorn, mostly Jensen, but I can’t really blame him. He doesn’t know Scelestus City like the rest of us do. He’s being cautious and maybe overthinking things. Thinking is overrated. Thorn is only objecting because she’s being Thorn and she thinks that if we don’t think of ourselves first then we’re being just plain stupid. She doesn’t think it’s a good idea if we go after Flich and Walker.

Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.

Grace tied a piece of twine into a bow around the daisies and balanced the bouquet carefully, so the flowers would hide the death date on the gravestone. She had purposely left the dash between the life and death dates visible. She wanted to see the tiny etching in which her aunt’s life was supposed to have taken place, not that any one person’s life could be fit into a dash. However, in the whole scheme of things, maybe their lives were just a bunch of dashes.

Ryan was never much of a talker. All throughout school his teachers were amazed by his good grades. Ryan loved learning, as he was growing up he learned as much as possible. He even went out of his way to learn as many languages as possible. He never let anyone on to how much he knew. He would rather observe than be the one observed. He would always sit at the back of the class and just watch the others during lessons.

Dylan, you are my everything. My every single thought. There isn't a second that goes by and I'm not thinking of you. You are the oxygen I need to breathe. Without you, I don't know how I would survive. I need you to survive. Your ever so gentle hands are yet, so strong and make me feel so protected when I'm with you. When you wrap your arms around me, I feel safe. The feel of your soft lips again my skin relaxes me. When I'm with you, I just have this feeling that no one else gives me. When we're together, it's like wee the only two people in the world. You somehow make it so I feel like I'm the most important girl in the world, as if, I'm the only girl in the world. You make me feel like no one else can. Maybe some would say it's just lust, but I know for a

“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.