Steve Monologue

He first talks to the mother and thanks her for how kind she has been in taking

The resulting explosion and impact result in all souls on board departing this mortal plane to meet their respective makers and the judgments they have earned. Meanwhile, our almost forgotten and mostly overlooked sole survivor is informed of his unit’s misfortune and their ultimate demise. Over the next days and weeks our protagonist begins displaying the signs and symptoms of what experts like to call “Survivor Syndrome”. He becomes wracked with guilt that he did not perish with his brothers in arms. Unable to rid himself of his personal demons he may attempt to join them in Valhalla the only way his feeble, angst ridden mind can conjure up. As his trembling hands arrange for his otherworldly reunion, his mind focuses on what could have been had he only double checked the backup battery in his alarm clock. According to chaos theory a change as trivial as one extra person on an airplane could change the entire course of events leading up to this macabre finale. Perhaps by being on time and being on that plane his additional body weight and that of his bags could have been sufficient to alter the physics of that fateful landing just enough that passengers instead merely experience a near miss with that American supplied relic of the Russian-Afghan war. Even if that CIA trained insurgents missile had not missed and his aim remained true in spite of the powerful influence of chaos, perhaps that same soldier could have at least died

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.

Venita contacted me on Facebook. Thanks again for your help. Also, I've been in touch to Tasha Ward. She's asking for insights on her great-grandfather Terry James TJ Tyson and he's our great-uncle. He married I. Jessie Stuckery. She print screen a piece of her tree and saw Noah Tyson and Mary Jane Rose and as know they great-grandparents to us.

Script Joe Johnston lives on down the street. He lives across the road in a well tended house with a magnificent evergreen garden. Everyday I see him get in his antique 1968 Jaguar and drive off to do the daily errands. I got to know him through his wife who was my piano teacher. Joe was always very quiet during those lessons.

Kate bursts into tears. She tells Flannery that she was going to give her mother her Christmas present on the guitar as she wipes the tear away from her eyes. Flannery just stands, dumbfounded. Finally she shrugs, telling Kate that Ellis can just use the guitar she will be getting from her father. Kate thanks Flannery and asks her to join her while she strings popcorn. To her surprise Flannery accepts and the two walk to the kitchen to where the popcorn and strip was set up. Just as Kate sits down she hears the doorbell. It's the UPS man. Kate opens the door to see a uniformed man with two big boxes. One from Uncle Simon and Aunt Kim and another from the Guitar Center. Quikly the guitar box is snatched from Kates and hands by her mother and taken away. Kate gives an excited thank you to the UPS man, just waiting for him to stop in front of Flannery’s house. The truck never stops. Kate walks back to the kitchen but decides not to mention anything about the UPS truck. She is surprised when she sees that Flannery has already strung to feet of popcorn.

A particularly nasty group pf men set at the far end of the bar, their drunken crooning filling the rest of the tavern with horrid, off key notes. From what Marco heads from their legible conversation, much of what they "say" are merely drunken slurs, it appears that they are a band of mercenaries or something similar.

Gone. My beloved Bess is gone. No longer living, lifeless and cold. She is gone. I am no longer able to give her the prize that still rests in my pocket of my velvet coat, yearning to be opened to see her beautiful black eyes light up with joy. I just wanted to see her smile glow in the yellow gold light, but it cost her a life. My Bess, I already miss everything about her. From the way she ever so elegantly plaited a love-knots into her luscious, long black hair, to the way she made me feel. My arms are restless, longing for her little body, missing the way her beautiful body perfectly rested in my arms. Why did she do it?

That morning I lost everything to one sin. A great deal of people use this one haunting sin. The sin I’m talking about is Alcohol. Alcohol murders people and destroys families into pieces, it can take someone over for the worst and alcohol will never bring that person back to the way they were before the sin came into their lives. That is what alcohol did to my boyfriend.

Standing in the one hundred hallway, I look across the circle of my friends and I staring at Madison's face with the annoyed look on my face, like usual. Mackie’s standing there going on and on about how amazing her life is. Today the topic is about her clothes, and how expensive they are. By the outside appearance of Mackie you would think of her as a little, cute, innocent girl, but she is very far from that. She goes on every day about how perfect her life is and never stops bragging. Okay, it's great she has a good life but she doesn't need to talk about it daily to everyone who don’t really care. You may have to get to know her to realize that she is a bragger thought, her physical appearance doesn’t show it as much.

Telly gets scared and Andre comes up and says, he picks it up the paper airplane and the teacher said don’t do it again.” The teacher assigns the first assignment and it is a big project. The project is to tell the teach what she needs to know to help teach them. Telly freaks out because he has no idea what to do. Andre is telling him that this is a easy project.While Telly is working on the project he is called to the principal's’ office. At the office Telly gets lost and the principal calls

Today’s the day Fred. You can do this. You know the plan and you can do this. Remember the plan Fred. Firstly, I act nice and casual; ask good ol’ Ken how he’s been maybe? Would that be too obvious? Oh god, I’m over thinking this already. Okay stop, deep breath. Firstly, I’ll make general small talk and ask how he’s been going and maybe I’ll even ask about his dingy so I know how to work the damn thing when I kill him! Kill him? Do I really want this? I mean is this the right time and the right place? What if someone’s out there and sees’ me? Or, or what if it doesn’t go to plan and he survives? I could be put behind bars before I could even make it back to the shore! Oh no here I go again, I’m a nut for even thinking I could do this. But I have to do it. It’s always Ken this and Ken that, don’t I matter too? No, apparently not, there’s never anyone around to see me ever because no one cares about a broke. Now soon to be rich man when I get my hands on his dingy! Why am I so indecisive about this, I can’t kill a man? Especially a good guy like Ken? Oh for Christ’s sake Fred stop thinking about feelings, there are no feelings in this situation.

“Why do you think there’s so many of them? Why do you think they all hang out here in a graveyard? What do you think the reason is they don’t die?” Katelyn asked me in rapid fire, and I thought she sounded like she was starting to get frustrated.

“Ca ding” the oven bell went off beth said “Jeffrey lunch is ready” Jeffery walked down the squeaky stairs into the kitchen. beth grabbed the oven mitts and pulled potatoes and green beans out, Jeffery said: “thank you, Beth, for this amazing feast”. Before they started to eat they had looked for Sparky their dog around their property. They found their answer the gate was open they both immediately knew that he must have run away.jeffery said “get in the car were going on a road trip”, he rushed inside and grabbed the car key he then tossed them to beth and she caught it, she put them in the hole and they had begun their journey. The car was going a solid 50 or 55 when they saw a man he was about 7 feet tall with brown ungroomed hair and very

Love has a funny way of telling you you've found it. I, Joe Bob, saw it the moment I met her. I can tell a lot about a person by the way they look at me and I could see that her eyes were like mine. She has a lovely pair of eyes that share their secrets with me. The things she envisions is a world of such depth and ambition as well as compassion and joy. When I lay witness to those dreams mine seem so small. All I want is the privilege to get to live in her world and be a protagonist to her evils and be the chariot to her castle. That first glance did not tell me all of this at once, but when my friend Michelle introduced me to her, I knew that I wanted her. High school is funny like that because sometimes it's in-between classes that you find