The Box Monologue

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

I was a productive woman, and I wanted people to see it in me. I wanted them to see it in the way I walked. I wanted them to see it in the way I talked. I wanted them to see it in the way I worked late every night to make my patients, and the world, a healthier, better place. Most importantly, though, my productivity was expressed in the way that I raised my boy. I wanted Eugene to be as perfect as I was, and I worked my hardest to keep all distractions from him. Still, he always managed to slide his face into the pages of his books every chance he got. I didn’t see the point in it. He had the top marks out of everyone in his class, so what was the point in reading books that didn’t improve his grades? I didn’t

I would have this answer in a matter of moments. The Tutsis took me to a clearing on the beaches of Lake Kivu. I looked around and realized that we were close to the neighboring country. I saw a wide landscape without major obstacles and wondered what it meant. The guerrillas were tense; however, tough men are used to facing bad times. President Paul Kagame handed me his weapon, whispered in my ear and pointed to the Congo, and at a military village, precisely. Then, I knew why I was there: they gave me a target of opportunity, a prominent Hutu official, who was on the other side of the lake, wearing medals and insignias. I stretched my fingers and took some deep breaths a few times. I placed a homemade projectile into the rifle, a redeeming bullet, once kissing its vile metal. I estimated the distance across us and the strength of the wind, making a ritual to focus on myself. I did not want to miss that shot. Perhaps, I would not have another opportunity like that. In my thoughts, I saw dead Twas children lying on the ground, raped women, and tears coming out of Rose Kabaguyois's eyes. Nevertheless, having painful images in my head, I could not succeed. Therefore, I thought about flowers. The

The guilt only seeped through the cracks when he least expected it, and no place was safe. Not the stillness of the forest, not in Leona's voice or Logan's. Wherever he was, it was too, waiting for a split second of vulnerability to bury its fangs within, Benson was a tiny white mouse in a glass tank with a Burmese python who hadn't eaten in months. There was no escape, no matter how many times he cracked his skull against the glass, it wouldn't break. He was too weak.

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?

I was walking up to bat. All I could hear was cheering through one ear and booing through the other. I took my stance and put the bat on my right shoulder and waited for the pitcher to throw the ball. The pitcher stared me down, probably trying to intimidate me some how. It worked. I could see the twitching of his right eye as he ogled me. He lifted his left leg and that was when I knew that the ball was going to soon be coming towards my face. As I braced myself, waiting for the ball to come, the boy opposite of me flung his right arm backwards, making both crowds go silent in anticipation. I could see the ball leave his hand and come towards me. I was trying to focus on the tiny, white ball, while zoning out the crowd cheering and yelling

The heavy mint cream white fog pours into the room from all sides near and far. In the foreground I can see brilliant cherry red and lime green laser lights flood the room. The four strobe lights positioned behind me are all scintillating a pearl white, in a synchronized pattern. Hundreds of people all sitting out in front of us fill the whole room. The giant vermillion and charcoal colored stage curtains hang from the ceiling all the way down to the floor on the stage right in front of us. Then the giant curtain splits in half both ends quickly accelerating left and right.

Hello my name is Mark D Jack i born in 1995-11-10 I live in Los santos and I'm 20 years old. I like football, chatting with friends, I spend my life in working and playing with friends. And, other things. I don't have terrible diseases. I can run good for a long distance. I am right-handed. I can't do anything with much with my left part. I really like music! Everywhere where you see me is there music. I can't live without it. I'm actually born in England but, I came to Los Santos when I was 7 Years old. I can speak: Dutch, English, Arabian and French. My parents died in an accident with transportation. I was 15 years old when that happened. But the friend of my father helped me at that situation and carried me. Now I live alone.countries. I like making friends. How more how better and, it is because my parents died I wanted to forgot it, So I don't remember that any more and keep focussing about my life. I like almost all sports. And, I don't care if I lose or win. My goals is making fun with my friends. My friends always call me small Thob because I'm small. And the most of them are Dutch like me. I like technology much. Everything that's new

Bright rays from the sun seemed to make the band around her finger glow as it shielded her from turning into a pile of ashes. Instead of crumbling away, her delicate skin begged for the shine the sun granted to her barely covered frame. Long locks cascading down her back to end just above her rear, small gusts of breeze swaying it slightly. The years had been generous to the youthful Shae Hoffman — at least, visibly youthful. Over a thousand years old and you wouldn't know it unless you asked, but most with the ability to get this knowledge were either dead or similar to her in deeper ways than you could ever imagine. Even with ages on her, her soul was still active and always managed to reach out to one familiar male — one

Lori definitely mentioned Larry being sneaky and being scared for his job. She said he's been doing other sneaky things around there too. She said that Mr. Dates doesn't play games and he enjoys our relationship and has made it very clear to Larry not to entertain Alpha Dog. I'll remind you on Monday to reach out to Harry, and I'll add you to the Tuesday invites.

I slam my locker and turn to my best friend, Kelly Walter. "Please tell me again why we had that dreaded geography test today." I said. "Cheer up, Ally. It was pretty easy. You're stressing over nothing." She said.

Pg. 3-4 I’m Scarlet. As you can tell by my name, I am a pair of red flats with diamonds on the front, and I want nothing more than to get out of this shop! I’ve been here for two years. Can you blame me?

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