The Road 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.

“The nights were blinding cold and casket black and the long reach of the morning had a terrible silence to it. Like a dawn before battle,” (McCarthy 129). In the book The Road, written by Cormac McCarthy, a father and a boy are traveling towards what they hope is survival. They are in a post-apocalyptic world where all is lost.

As I close my eyes even for the briefest of seconds, I still feel my heart race and adrenaline pulse throughout my body, as my fingers tighten around the throttle of my All-Terrain Vehicle. My eyes focusing on each object in my path as if I were a bird of prey soaring in on its next meal; where puddles of rain, loose rocks, fallen tree limbs, aged stumps now hidden by magnificent ferns of the Pacific Northwest, could maim my escape of reality and the burdens daily life. I am one with my machine racing through the wood line of some primal forest, skirting narrow trails with sheer vertical drops that would frighten most pedestrians; it is here on my machine, wearing protective garments, my helmet in hand pretending as if I were a gladiator entering an ancient

I've dealt with his bs n mine for years and I wouldn't have stuck up for shit if it weren't for the fact that people bash the unknown, so as far as you go, maybe, just maybe you're the crackhead jumping to conclusions. I didn't fully say he wasn't in the wrong, I never said the girl that night didn't set him up, cuz in my heart, she fuxkin did. But for you to fuckin call me shit ncbash me or my family, grow the fuxk up or why don't u say ur petty bs to my face bitxh?! Cuz I can say now I'm clean, I've got kids to worry about and take care of.. And also, if u read, I've been gone from him for over 9+yrs... Go fuck

Jimmy was young 13-year-old boy in the eighth grade. At school one day he heard about something that had happened forty years before and he intended to ask his father when he got home. That afternoon he walked into the kitchen, gave his mother a hug, grabbed a cookie and walked into the living room where Dad sat next to the window with the cat on his lap, watching the snow fall, as he recovered from a cold.

I will miss watching you run to the truck as I pulled up; I always liked seeing you too. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you. I hate cars. I hate this world. I'm glad I got to know you though. Lifting your little body up from the side of the road, your blood dripped down on my feet. I stopped short of washing it all off; I don't know why. I layed you in the corner of the backyard, just down the fence from where I buried Cali. It's a nice place with a sweet smell of the honeysuckle that climbs the fence, and squirrels and rabbits and birds congregate around; there's a lot of baby birds learning to fly this time of year. I imagined seeing you again someday, perhaps at that very spot, where, there must have been a tree at one time; I hit root

Great, no one said she couldn't but her being traumatized still makes no sense if she's not traumatized by all the other shit.

How did I get here?why do I hear bombs? and why do I see guns scattered? I think I am on a battlefield. It is a big war. It is US fighting German . And I'm in the middle I need to get out of herek before I get shot. There are pools of water all over it slows me down. So I run as fast as I can then I take cover behind a boulder the size of a house. So then I pick up a rifle and start shooting. Than I make a run for it so I follow the footsteps. Then I realise that it was world war1. He figured it out when he saw hitler. Lane smell of stone he hates. The icy drafts of air smelled like gunpowder. There were dark lizards eating the dead bodys. It took a long time to get to the lines of us.they shot at me but i told them I was

Don’t say a word! You screwed both of our final grades over for your stupid burger obsession! On top of that you’re just acting like a douche (probably need new phrasing)! It’s like nothing else even exist to you anymore! I don’t care how good you think it was, it’s gone, and there’s nothing anyone here can do to change that! It’s gone and that's it, and now I’m leaving too!

I really should learn how to drive, yet I know that I wouldn't be that good at it. I'm way too nervous, I'd jump and swerve the car into a ditch killing myself. I notice that Kevin doesn't really talk that much anymore. He wasn't chatty, but now it's like he's mute.

And, basically it would be time to lock us up. Then, when we thought this was going to come to fruition, then it was like stuff that was maybe somewhere deep inside there. We kind of knew what had happened to these people. Also, with Ed Herman’s passing, that had to be a big thing. It has to be a recent thing, because Ed’s death was recent, so, that is a thing that covers over all four chapters of this.

“She asked for my forgiveness, Rosie. And I gave it. But I’d forgiven everything she’d done, and everything she could do long before then.”

This internal monologue highlights the theme and the conflict of the entire book. Who is the killer? Thomas is able to create suspense with theses few words. After learning of the death of another victim-killed in the same manner as other past victims-, Tessa realizes something isn’t adding up. If Wyatt is in jail for the death of the other girls, who murdered her friend Ariel?

I’ll be playing the wife of the rapist before her husband comes home. Her monologue positions the audience to feel sympathy for the character as she decides whether to stay in the marriage or run away from it. She is a loyal wife to her husband but she isn’t sure whether she should leave and start fresh somewhere or if she should stay and just put up with all the drama. Lady walks into the kitchen and starts making tea.