Thayne Monologue

On the very last house of Durberry Lane lived two sisters. The first sister’s name was MacKenzie. She had tanned skin as if she lived in California instead of Kansas. Her blonde hair went along with her Californian vibe. The second sister’s name was Penelope. She had her sister’s blonde hair, but with chocolate brown eyes and a face painted with freckles.

You never called, you never wrote, you never even told me you were leaving. I just woke up one morning and my best friend had abandoned me."

“I’ve been here since the beginning. I heard about your nightmare and about how all the other families have hurt you, but my sweet mija we will never leave you. This may be your thirty-third home, but this is your last home.” Lin said to me as he walked over to Vanessa and I and sat down next to us. Next thing I know I am being engulfed by a group hug by both of them. I finally stopped crying. Vanessa walked back to her room after she kissed my forehead and told me goodnight. “You should go to be because we have to go to Its house tomorrow to gather your stuff and tell It good riddance and to suck an egg.” Lin said and I chuckled at the suck an egg comment. Lin was about the walk into his shared room with Vanessa, but I quickly grabbed his

Out of the mist, came the daunting figure of one with no kindness in his heart, no mercy to spare and no care in the world; for in his hands thick fingers had entangled in deep brown hair as body and feet struggled to keep up. There were grunts and groans ringing out before them as she was forced to a halt, and down on to her knees – Ioreth's struggle in the orc's hands was almost unbearable to watch. Lainon's path to her, however, was blocked, for a group of three orcs had decided to head for him; to make him watch – to make him suffer. The bond between the rangers had been a strong one throughout the trip; quite like a brother and sister. For was it not she and Lainon that had run off into the fog to face the foe? Was it not she who told Ruairmli to stay where he was? At this time, however, he could not, and despite her warning to them all to run, he stepped forward on to the ice, but he should have heeded her words. First he heard the crack, and then he felt himself slowly sink into it, the ice giving way under his large boots, but the water beneath was not all that deep – waist deep if anything, but incapacitating all

It was dark and gloomy outside and I was laying in my bed mourning the tragic loss of my dear Lenore. I couldn’t go asleep because thoughts of her kept emerging in my head. I was lost in my thoughts thinking about the snow that was about to be drizzling down upon the ground, and how she loved the snow. I look around and see the picture of her and me enjoying what we didn’t know would be our last time together. They say this time of year is the worst to lose somebody you care deeply about, and I could tell you now that they were absolutely right. All I can do now is to think about something else, but my thoughts of her are cemented in my head. I will just lay here in this haze I cannot describe, and mourn the passing of my dear Lenore.

As I slowly press my foot down on the brake, my car comes to a rolling stop in front of my best friend Talia’s house. Talia sits silently beside me in the passenger seat. I turn the car off, dreading the upcoming painful goodbye. Slamming our car doors, we walk along her cracked driveway towards her front door. Somehow, it was easy for me to relate to the broken, torn up concrete. I gaze at the jagged stones sadly, knowing I wouldn’t be seeing them for months.

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

It is 3:27am and she’s crying again. This is the fourth time this week, and it is only Tuesday. I feel bad for her, so much that my wish to have a voice of my own may break this macaroni orange bottle that I am forced to call my home. But I cannot speak; instead, she speaks to me. She holds me and plays with me between her index finger and thumb and whispers. She says I am her only friend; she begs me to help her, and expresses that there is only 86 more days until summer. I see it in her eyes and I feel it in her breath - she has failed.

Jiminy just stared at her a smile forming on his lips. This was the first time in a long time that he had actually taken the time to get to know someone, or try too. It was nice and he wondered why ha had taken so long to do so? Work of course was the answer, he always had so much of it that it left little to no time to socialize with others. Taking in a deep breath he cocked his head off to the side. “I know what you mean, it would be nice to have someone around you know who would support you. I believe that if you don’t have anyone to share your feeling, as well as your thoughts and wishes with life isn’t worth living. We are made to love one another not hate and be alone.” He shook his head slightly. A grin spread across his face at the

To my surprise, I hugged him. We sobbed together. It had been a rough night for the both of us. It was a mistake we would both never forget, but mistakes were made to learn from, not to cry over. I looked at him and in that moment I forgave him. I don’t know why I did. I vowed I never would, but in that moment, I knew I had forgiven him. There was no way I could stay mad at him, not with him this heart broken. It was hard enough seeing him

Tears dripped down from my eyes to my cheeks like a waterfall. I couldn’t stop it. I had made a promise. I clung on tighter, maybe that meant she wouldn’t leave. “It was going to happen anyway Tara, don’t beat yourself up about this.” She said in a hushed voice. It didn’t matter what she told me, I had promised to make her not move, to somehow convince her family that leaving was the worst idea. I hadn’t done it. I had failed. I looked down at the floral sheets as I hugged her, I never wanted her to go. I wanted to take in everything for that moment and keep it, locked away somewhere safe. This was the last time I’d see this room, with her endless books in her bookshelves, her intricate coloring books overflowing. “We can still keep in touch”

Hello I am the Tinwoods man. What I am going to say to the wizard is, can you please give me a new heart so I can love the little munchkin girl again.

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”

In scenes “” and “” the use of character dialogue demonstrates how Sue motivates Thao’s actions in a negative way in the views of his family and in turn driving him towards attempting to join the gang. At the beginning of the scene when viewers are introduced to the inside of the Lor’s home, Thao is shown in the background doing dishes while his family talk about him in the foreground. His grandmother is discussing her frustrations of wanting her daughter to marry a real man and have “man in the house”. She rejects the notion that Thao could be that simply because he does whatever Sue orders him to do which is usually her chores which are considered feminine and something men should not have to do.

I didn’t want to live anymore. It was embarrassing and I don’t ever want to do it again. I wish that maybe she had of said yes for my money but she said no because of our friendship. I just wanted to be alone. What was wrong with me? I know I am not amazingly handsome but I was decent looking. Why didn’t she like me like I liked her? Why had she given me signals if she didn’t want to go out with me? Why had she said no? Looking over at the cliff I know that I could but I shouldn’t. It was so tempting to just end the embarrassment and pain of being rejected. I knew I shouldn’t but the rejection was truly horrible. The ground was just so far away. Would it just be easier to grab a gun and shoot myself? Yes it may be but death wasn’t a solution. I could get over this and I knew I could but this would be hard. Making my way home slowly would give me time to think and clear my head. Gone. She was gone and there were police surrounding the place we had met hours ago. There was a body lying there. Who? Who did it belong to? What had happened? Are they still