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.

Ladies if a dude's mama tells you he ain't ish believe her he ain't. When a motherfucker can sit up in your house, fill up his belly on your child's Lunchables then drag your ass online, yeah he isn't shit. Ask.fm is my guilty pleasure. I can't end my night with out reading it. So Belle you know it was a punch to to the gut read about me. I've cried,I've laughed,and I've cried again. it doesn't matter if it anonymous or not it still stings. We met through his sister a classmate of mine. she warned me too that he wasn't any good but I wouldn't listen so I got to bite this one. I was still recovering from a car crash that almost claimed me and my son's life . mix in the fact that i had gained a lot pf weigh and couldnt excerise the way I wanted

Daniella Owusuwaah Ashley Dunn THE 191: Section K 28, April 2015 Avenue Q: Sesame Street Meets South Park Avenue Q is a laugh-out-loud, fast moving musical that is an adult version of Sesame Street that address racism, pornography, homophobia, and the parable of finding one’s purpose in life through satirical songs. On Friday, April 17, I saw Miami’s production of Avenue Q directed by Ms. Saffron Henke at the Gates-Abegglen Theatre. This unique show uses puppets as a shield to explore issues that are often hard and sensitive to talk about; it’s easy to talk about racism when it’s through a puppet. I believe that the goal of Miami’s production of Avenue Q was to present and educated to the community and the students about issues such as

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

The bell had just rang, school was out. “Olivia, Mrs. Larsson calls.” Olivia is in 6th grade. Her teacher Mrs. Larsson talks to her every day after school telling her the same thing over and over. “You been misbehaving at lunch today”! But this time it was different. “Olivia it's your turn to stay after school and clean the room”. Olivia hated cleaning the room after school, she always ended up staying too late. “ Now run along and tell your mother, I don’t want her to worry like she did last time!” “Ok Mrs. Larsson.” I reply, I run to call my mom but she didn't answer, and my dad was at work so I couldn't call him. “Yup my mom knows.” I say, but she really didn't. “Ok then, well I am going to go home so behave yourself!” Mrs. Larsson says

Thornton Wilder, a Wisconsin native, is the writer of the Pulitzer Prize winner play Our Town. In Our Town, Wilder tells the story of a town in Grover’s Corners, New Hampshire, and the daily lives of the inhabitants. In the play, the author uses minimal props and scenery as well as including a main character known as the Stage Manager that has the ability to break the fourth wall, allowing him to talk to the audience. This factor of talking to the audience is a major component of making the public a part of the town. Throughout the play, there are many instances in which the Stage Manager uses various cues as well as dialogues to incorporate the audience and develop an intimate relationship to create a true sense of “our town”.

Narrative." Studies In The Novel 43.2 (2011): 218-236. Literary Reference Center. Web. 11 Feb. 2014.

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!

Setting: Tom Wolfe is riding in the back of an old pickup truck through the streets of San Francisco with the Merry Pranksters. The time period is the 1960s.

He hadn't thought it would hurt. Of course, everyone had said it would, but everyone is not the Winchesters.

The personification I chose was, ¨watching the crystallized ice charging to take over the last bit of green left¨ (2). This is effective because Aspen is a beautiful place and in the first paragraph I´m trying to convey it´s beauty. I describe it in a way that the snow is fighting a war to conquer the green land, and that is the way Aspen looks, during winter.

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.

325 moons later you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youre than You. Everyone near knows you’re off to great places! Today is you’re day! Your mountain is waiting, so…Get on your way. (Thanks Seuss) Damn moo! You are so damn beautiful @ 25! Head to toe. Them eyes & thighs. You’re resilient, clever, unexpected, stubborn, loving, and free! I found this postcard & knew it was the one by the deep belly chuckles that ruptured from the depths of my gut. Happy 25th you wild & strange land creature! I look forward to the challenge of one-upping you year after year. I love you, so, very much. I do.

Hunter! We need to go over light cues, I added a few new ones. Oh, how many?

Waking up in Winnfield, Louisiana is nothing new to me. I’ve been here all my life and rarely go out of town. Even though my traveling has been limited I’ve experienced a lot of things. Being from a small town doesn’t necessarily restrain the things you undergo and it doesn’t mean you have a nice, simple life either. Well, unfortunately, my life is based on hard work, sacrifice, and poverty. My siblings and I have been through a lot. From having little food to eat to having to watch our mother deal with domestic abuse and even disownment from family members. We’ve gotten through all of this, but some things take a toll on you.