Terri Clark Monologue

Early that morning, newly hired park ranger, Jennifer Flores, stuffed a banana into the blender and mixed up a high energy chocolate drink. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was clean and free of makeup. She was dressed in a black jogging outfit that hugged her body tightly and showed off her shape. She poured her drink into a glass and guzzled it down like she was in a beer chugging contest with her sorority sisters.

"Mrs. Henshaw, no matter what you may have read, Chris and I are dating, nothing more," Mary Alice said.

Maggie realized that if she had said no words or have not thought any thoughts, maybe she would forget how to speak too.

Colette dreamed. She was sitting down though the ground was hundreds of feet below. In the northeast she make out her tower, though it was just a dot from where she was. Across from her was another Colette, motionless save for the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. The black, smoky eyes betrayed it as Fetch. They sat across from each other wordlessly, and Colette began to clear her throat softly.

An elongated car ride was taken to an abrupt halt as hyperventilation commenced. I compelled myself to pull over alongside a gravel road near hiking trails. My heart seemed as if it escaped my body, as it was pounding so profoundly against my chest. The news I had received had changed my life completely. Hot tears appeared instantly upon my cheeks, but my eyes were still.

Lala Kent is not staying quiet about her thoughts on Jax Taylor and the rest of the cast of Vanderpump Rules. Everyone knows that Lala is no longer on the show, even though she is still being seen on new episodes right now. Reality Tea revealed that Lala was on Jenny McCarthy's podcast recently and shared her thoughts on the cast and more.

"No way, Em." I say taking a hand full of popcorn and shoving it in my mouth.

Kayla Bennett, a 16 year old junior at Pitman High School is definitely an amazing girl to be around. She has many interests outside of her academics, some of which include playing the ukulele, singing, “Only when I’m by myself.” She chuckled. “I have a great interest in theater also”, she lightly mentioned. She continued, painting with water colors and doing yoga about 6 days a week.

It was December fourth, two thousand fourteen; a sad, scary day for sure. This day was the day Amy LaVancha was diagnosed with cancer. Hodgkin's Lymphoma cancer. Though this cancer has an eighty six percent survival rate after five years, it was still super scary.

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.

Jennifer: "You're right mother, Monica do looks like a nice body to have fun with, but I preferred to have her daughter. It would be nice to lose my virginity again, with that nice tight fertile pussy."

Liz Larson holds the last remnant of the Seelie Sidhe's power. The elves look to her for guidance, but all she has to offer them is the disturbing story of their origin, the final truth that will turn many of them against her. With her dwindling number of allies, Liz needs to reopen the borders, to find the missing Marcus Bramble, and to avoid the sudden, terrifying attention of the new Fey ruler, the Unseelie Speaker and new master of the Sidhe Tower.

Suddenly, Slam!!! Hazel's father made a crack in the door as he slammed it into the wall with the other scratches from slammed door´s and cigaret burn marks. He looked right in Hazel´s lustrous blue eyes as if he was reading her pure soul, like he was Ursula and Hazel was the Little Mermaid. After a minute he stopped the connection between them and said in a demanding voice ¨I¨ ¨I told your mother we should have sent

I'll never forget the day I began to suspect that their was an advantage to being a white Anglo-Saxon Protestant.

I stood still screaming, panicking in the dimly lit room while the baby of whom I was unconditionally devoted to vibrated unsteadily. Then a light hand gently squeezed the top of my shoulder hand did not have a voice, however it explained my pain would soon be relieved. Her shaking had ceased and the once distressed infant looked peaceful as her clear inexperienced blue eyes shut tightly. Hearing sharp murmurs from behind, I swiveled 180 degrees and murmurs slowly disintegrated into the frothy air, resulting in a women with mousey brown hair and a warm maternal face to start moving towards me as if she had precisely planned each step. The freckles on her flushed face mingled with one another while she spoke, asking if I’d remember to take my