Animal Farm 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.

Every fool and child knows that crossroads are magical places. Places where one might encounter things not easily found elsewhere. Where the desperate might cut a deal with a demon, and where the world-weary might find themselves crossing into another place or time. Every fool and child knows these things, but sometimes the wise forget them.

Well I’ll probably never get the pleasure to meet the majority of you lot due to me having to leave because of certain circumstances so why don’t I just tell you what I’m like now instead. I mentioned that I liked the color burgundy because it is a mixture of black and red. Now some of you may be thinking why that even matters and so I’ll tell you why. Those traits that go with those two colors remind me of myself. How, you may ask, I’ll also be getting to that. Now my past isn’t something I’m proud of, but it has defined who I am as a person so to judge me or not won’t change my personality. Well, let’s begin, shall we?

Hi, my name is Finn Pherb, don't laugh. I was run over by a truck while trying to save a child. So, after passing out from the pain, I woke up in a pink room? Shouldn't I be in a white room. "Usually you would be but I thought it looked boring so I changed it to pink. What do you think?" a cute, almost childish, voice asked. Nice I guess if you're a 8-year-old...Wait who said that?

“The gun is too old, it’s going to misfire,” mused Stanley as he fingered the trigger of his pistol. It was a small and weak gun that had been in his possession for many years. “I’m too nervous, I won’t be able to pull the trigger, let alone aim this thing,” he thought to himself in horror, his apprehension wreaking havoc on his nerves.

I wish I could pull myself away, But you’re almost as bad as nicotine. You’re a drug that I fell into, And can’t drag myself out of. I just can’t quit.

I just wanted to blend in. They turned around. They were all wearing the same neon pink colored items. That looks like a gang if i’ve ever seen one I thought to myself.

The sky is terse as if it were painted cobalt blue, a hymn to life. I'm walking with uncertain steps to the TLC, wrapped in a woolen cloak like a witch fallen victim of her own spell. It's one of those days; a tiny homunculus of the caves, survived the ice age, is relentlessly punching my right eardrum. The view is blurred, and I can barely walk straight and conceal the anguish that overwhelms my reason whenever the damn caveman gets out of bed on the wrong side.

I was a shifter in my own happy realm, living a normal life. I was happy, though I didn’t show it. I wasn’t one to show emotions that often, but it doesn’t matter. I had a family and friends. I have a loving mother, a supportive father, and an amazingly perfect older brother. It was a nice time, until humans found a way in. To this day I don’t understand how they got there, but they did. They took everything I knew and they killed everybody, without so much as a second thought. The burned houses, people, even offerings we tried to give them to let us go. They ruined my life, all my memories. They ruined what I had called my home, my life, for so many years and they just left me there to wonder what we ever did to them to cause such hatred towards us. Humans. I will never forget them for as long as I live, only because I am with some now. I hate being here with every fiber in my being, but I’m stuck here. I was captured into their realm almost 6 years ago, and now I have to live as one of them. Their form is disgusting and wretched, their stupid legs all sturdy and strong, as if it was some suit of armor. I’m able to turn into their form, but it doesn’t feel right at all. I was 20 years old in my realm but somehow I grew younger and I’m

You and I live in a constant state of war, but somehow you don’t even need a single soldier to fight. I struggle and strive to overcome you, and yet you only sit and wait in the shadows, for my ever prevalent defeat. I hate you. You exist to destroy me, yet I exist to overcome you. You are my guardian angel, my protector, and yet my very existence consumes itself to overcome you. You have always been besides me in my moments

Humans are characterized well in this quote. To the animals, humans treat the animals as slaves. Humans use the animals to gain profit, and give little back to them. Farmers always look out for themselves foremost before the animals. The animals are used for food and products, both of which goes only to the humans.

I don't know why, but you reminded me of magnolias I spilled coffee on my favorite skirt She always smells like lavender, I think it's her shampoo His skateboard was covered in tiny California’s

You are permitted twenty things from the old life before the move. Fingers count. Single eyelashes count. A breath does not. Breathing is a given.

Mr Jones is the owner of Manor Farm and a farmer, but afterwards he loses his money in a lawsuit, drinks excessively. His dishonest men forget to feed the animals. So, the animals who are activated hardly hate him and attempt a Rebellion. He is kicked out from the farm by his persistent animals who reign there.

Today, I am visiting my old friend in Georgia, it is around the time of Halloween so we are going to a farm. The farm was humongous with a whole massive field for parking, a booth for tickets , a pumpkin patch, a ginormous corn maze, a tractor ride, a camp place and field for playing and roasting marshmallows , and a haunted barn. We had already done the tractor ride now that that’s done with we have decided to go to the haunted barn and the line is so long and the wait is like two and a half hours on something like that. Now we are in the inside line after an hour and a half or so still waiting. Eventually we had convinced our friend Will to come with Casen, Colin , and me.