Stratford Girl Monologue

Why do you think Henry actually goes to the Memorial Avenue? What does it tell us about his personality?

“It’s not everyday we get company around here,” I reminded myself, “we haven’t shown our chateau in ages.” As we walked down the elegant staircase, each step creaked one by one. My hand-held lamp with the bright, burning fire was in clutch as we walked around the dusty furniture until we saw some of my men. They were silent, but you could see the fear in their eyes - almost like the fear in Rainsford’s. One had the guts to come up, and offer another light looking for a way to impress me with his concern, but I quickly declined.

I sit in my house with guilt rushing through my blood. How could I do this to Rachel? How could I trick her into marrying me? Why have I focused my life on money instead of love? Why have I betrayed her? She sits quietly. Eating two meals at once like a great white shark devouring a fish. She concentrates on every little thing she does. For just a second I focus on her. Then my mind clouds, and one image has appeared. Vanessa. As if she controlled my mind and altered what thoughts I had. I have been having an affair with Vanessa, Rachel’s neighbor, for a little while now. She is as beautiful as a diamond in the sunshine. Her jet black hair falls perfectly to her shoulders, and her bright green eyes seem as though they look into her soul. Her

My Braideigh girls, today this just happened to mama..you woke up running into my bed just to get back into bed with Mommy. You told me to just lay and cuddle. Every time I hear those words you melt me because I know even with how independent and sassy my little baby girl is I still have you actually wanting and needing me..Just as I was ready to take off for work I looked at you, your face looked so much older today.. at that moment every emotion possible came over my body.. Proud,happy and sad because you are growing daily and there is no such thing as a just SLOW down button. Sad that I couldn't just lay in the bed and hold you tight when that's what you really wanted. because I know there's gonna be a day (before I know it) that you'll

"A year after one of her sons deaths, he appears in a vision and tells her Agnus would die, but that God would give her an Angel she can see and talk to. When her husband and son returned she nursed Lorenzo back to health. She took care of him until he died and moved into a house with other Oblates and was made superior. Frances died 4 years later."

When Annie reaches the top of the stairs, she pauses. She listens to the slow, measured approach of the man—she can call him a man, can’t she? He’s no longer the boy she used to know—behind her and waits. “I’ll be behind you. You’ll be fine.”

He had a wife, daughters and a son, grandchildren. He wanted to live, and he chafed at the delay, question it, until Brigs' voice rang out like the clap of hammer to anvil, and he did as he was told.

Like a shy bride, the residents of Havre did not flock to see the arrival each noon. Not unlike the shy bride, if folks were near the depot, most would not hesitate to take a quick glance at the train trying to make sense out of the depot activity.

So you know how I was praying for a strict and safe place? Well that didn't happen. Actually it was more of a turnaround. Do you know how frightening a Cyclops is? Well I doubt you would. Yes dear, I know, this sounds very snobby and annoying. I don't mean to be, I was and still am in shock. We entered his cave and started having his food. We didn't know a gigantic creature like him lived there. So then he walks in all angry and then he actually took one of our men and ate him! Believe me it wasn't delightful to watch. So we got him drunk and stabbed him in the eye and blinded him when he fell asleep. I had told him my name was "Nohbdy" so he kept screaming out "Nohbdy's killing me now..." when he had awaken in fright from what my

The story follows the path that Frances, a writer from San Francisco, takes when she finds out that her husband is having an affair. Patty, France's gay best friend, tells to Frances, "you know when you come across one of those empty shell people...there came a time in each one of those lives where they are standing at a crossroads...someplace where they had to decide whether to turn left or right." The story is a struggle in which Frances decides to either stay in the comforts of her sadness or transcend her tragedy by falling in love with life. Patty changes her tour plans in midst of a recent pregnancy and decide to gifts her plane

Thomas was well traveled; she had never traveled beyond Savannah and Charleston; moreover, as far as she knew, although he was well educated and older than she was, neither had Eli. Allie pouted for a moment, and then her spark returned. All would be well once they were settled in Salisbury. Maybe she could accompany Thomas on some of his trips if the war was not as bad as most seemed to think it was going to be. After breakfast, Thomas left her briefly and then returned. At ten a.m., a carriage arrived to pick them up to take them to her

was when Paul went out the window and walked on the fire escape to see if he could make it to the next apartment to get help.

Power effectively captures their feelings by supplying the reader with an abundance of quotes that contain complaints over the quality and quantity of rations. One in particular complains of, “pickled beef,” which he said could just as easily be dog instead of beef (258). During this siege the once confident Army of Northern Virginia no longer predicted a quick end of the war. The soldiers echoed an uncertainty for when the war would end while expressing a desire for it to be soon. Power depicts a descriptive picture of the life of the soldier by referencing the numerous hardships including extended periods in the trenches as well as long periods without fresh clothes. Many of the soldiers complained of having tattered and worn-down clothing and expressed strong desires for new clothing. Power further captures their desire by noting opinion of the inspector general of the army who believed that “the small rations and inadequate supply of clothing is doubtless promoting desertion among the men” (224).

Myself, Chiksika, and five other of the tribes’ men crept into the camp, sticking to the shadows. This raid would be simple, I would light a torch and burn down the building where they stored their repulsive, manufactured food. It was our hope they would return to wherever they came from, low on supplies.

From his description of her face, we get a glimpse of their entire relationship. "Her face, which must have been handsome, had remained intelligent" (120). Her appearance is not as important to him as her intellect - the base of their later relationship. He also notices the fact that "she seemed so little awkward" (120). He notices in her eyes "a defiant note" but also "a temperament of great sensibility" (120). The way her eyes are described, as if a battle is happening there, suggests maybe on an uneven person, maybe a clue to what will come later in her death. We know that she is married and has a daughter. We learn that she is alone most of the time "As the husband was often away and the daughter out giving music lessons..." (121), and that the relationship between her and her husband is not close: "Captain Sinico encouraged his visits... He had dismissed his wife so sincerely" (121). From his description of their relationship in the newspaper article "had lived happily", we understand how oblivious he was to the fact that she wasn't happy.