Swimsuit Monologue

The scene starts off by Spongebob and Patrick screaming as they are being pulled out of the fish tank they are being held captive in. The scuba-diver, Spongebob and Patrick in hand, marches over to a table lit with a lamb, each step thumbing across the wooden floor. Spongebob and Patrick, the lamps intense heat bearing down on them, begin to sweat and dry up. The scuba-diver laughs menacingly. He then proceeds to take a book and close the door to the bathroom. As they lay in the gift shop, shriveling up from the heat of lamp, Spongebob and Patrick realise that they have made it to Shell City. Overcome with joy, they began to sniffle and a single tear forms in an eye from both. Spongebob and Patrick sing as loud as they can, “I’m a goofy goober,

“And now, I, Kana the Great shall prove the power and might of magic by this classic trick!” I clap my hands once, indicating to the 14-year old assistant waiting backstage. He walks up, places a black top hat with a red ribbon around it on a “special” wooden stool up to my waist, and leaves. His enthusiasm mirrors the crowd at this point.

Nevertheless, the flag stands erect and flapping in the wind. On the right side of the piece, we view the exact magnitude of the storm through the “white wash” of the violent waves. Additionally, the sky to the right of the ship’s crow’s nest is lighter and hints of a sun trying to break through the lurking darkness. Despite the presence of other visual elements, what clearly connects is that the ocean, embellished and predominantly highlighted in the work, was Moran’s principal interest. However, the fact that something so fleeting as surging waves dominates the composition even to the visual expense and weight of an obviously colossal ship.

If anyone asked me—and they most certainly did not ask me—I never wanted to work at the YMCA. I wanted to get out of this shit-hole town, like everyone else. Pack up my car and head out to Cali.

“Why don't you change out of those clothes, the skirt's seen better days,” she says, allowing her gaze to travel the length of my body.

I hate early mornings with a passion. I didn't even want to come to school today. I somehow managed to roll out of bed today though and here I am standing here listening to Rob yap about another dumb slut, who actually hooked up with him. I round the corner to my locker and see a crowd hovering around something. I shake my head and make my way to my locker.

My toes wiggling in the damp golden sand. The salty air invading my nostrils. Ocean waves are crashing up against the shore and receding back into the deep blue waters. The ultraviolet rays of the sun are heating my pale skin. William and the boys are building a large sandcastle. They cover the gleaming turrets with slimy brown seaweed and pristine white shells. The rolling hills to my right are a dark shade of green, having been healthily watered by the summer showers. Small feathery clouds move steadily through the gleaming blue limitless

It was a bright, crisp, mellow morning in April. I, being the untalented and unwilling hair stylist that I am, decided that getting dolled up wasn’t exactly going to slide into my schedule this morning. Instead, I declined the idea and rummaged around for another alternative that was probably buried under a pile of bobby pins and hair combs. Postliminary, I discovered the only item that would shelter my bedhead from onlookers - a fashionable headscarf. Naturally and skillfully, I wrapped my unkempt hair and headed to my National History Day practice that I was already pressed for time for. I’ve always been keen on the idea and look of headscarves, and I’ve always believed that headscarves were admirable and a unique accessory, and seeing that

I’d text but my phone just died — but I have some pretty good news!

He taught me how to hunt, how to fish, and play baseball, he never missed a thing, he was there through it all.

It’s very dark and I can only hear abeyance. I can’t see planet earth, since I’m on the moon I can’t see it rise or fall. Without my spacesuit I would have no oxygen to breath. If I took my helmet off I would slowly suffer by suffocating, also my eardrums would rupture or explode do to no air pressure in space. The spacesuit also provides warmth by my body heat, without it I would freeze to death in the dark vacuum of space. I can see Venus, I see the biggest star the sun, and I can see the Milky Way. I’m able to bounce because there is little to no gravity in space, since I’m far away from earth there is less gravitational force. No one could see me in space from earth. There isn’t a telescope powerful enough to zoom into a

His thoughts were broken as one of his fellow privates, “Half Pint”, as they called him because of his height, tapped Fitz on the shoulder as he offered a cigarette. Fitz waved it away in silence because he didn’t smoke. Ever. Half Pint shrugged, lit it, and continued conversation with his comrades. Fitz, as he was old, was wise enough to know that a single cigarette could not calm oneself, but damage them. He stared thinking of the times he came home on leave. He tried to smile, but found no joy. Fitz only stared into the lines of trees.

No matter the kind of day I'm having the pride that swells in my chest when I walk through the swim hallway never ceases to exist. Whether it's six in the morning or six at night the familiar chatter and 2000’s pop music that drifts from the girls locker room is as encouraging as ever. I stroll up to the large metal door and hit it as hard as I can so I can be heard over the music. A teammate, singing along to the music, opens the door for me. It's always locked

In the slums of Chicago there was a small building that was slightly run down from years of weather damage and vandalism. Behind the building was an alley that locals used to lounge and smoke with the few occasional bums here and there that would use it as a safe haven to escape from the weather. At first glance most would walk past the place having never known it existed. Everything except for the front of the building had vibrant colors and decorations marked with graffiti from different locally consumed customers. At the front hung a sign reading "Asteroid Blues" walking inside you see it's a smokers dream....a smoke shop. At the front counter is a glass display counter with varieties of cigarettes, cigars, rolling papers, chewing tobacco.

The sound of the emerald green ocean water crashing against the shores filled my ears. Children ran along the shore, smiling from ear to ear while laughing amongst each other clearly enjoying their day. Some people were searching contently for sea shells, that were visible for miles. I looked out at the ocean, it stretched out far into the horizon; as far as my eyes could see. There were jetty’s that were perfectly placed within the ocean. I could smell the salt radiating off of the water. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time; I dashed into the ocean I’d been waiting for for the past