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.

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

Through The Looking Glass Disclaimer: No, silly, I never have nor will I ever own The Outsiders. S.E. Hinton owns The Outsiders. *sighs* :( I simply borrow them for my own creative enjoyment purposes.

The road Analyse how a character was affected by the world around them. ‘The road written by Cormac McCarthy is based in a post-apocalyptic future where a devastating event has led to the end of the world, and humans are nearly extinct due to famine and cannibalism. ‘The road’ is a story about how a man and his son go about life and how they survive the end of the world, while dealing with a father who loves his son unconditionally but doesn’t know how to show it. The man's son known as the boy matures greatly as the novel progresses and he is pushed to the limit.

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

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

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

“Not ones our age.” I pegged him at no more than early thirties, but that could be due to the scruff coating his jawline.

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.

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.

It’s been a while since I've written of him. I thought slowly but surely he would be buried in my past, and become but a memory, farthest back in my mind. But heaven forbid i move on with my life, he visited my dream last night, and all the emotion, all of… all of him rushed back. Everything was bright, everything was glowing. Three knocks on the door and I knew already who it was. Giddy with excitement I ran to the door and opened it to find my true love on the door step. He was wearing his army uniform, looked as young as the day i met him, as beautiful as ever, and he smiled tipped his hat and said “Ms. Daisy Fay may I have this dance?” And suddenly we were in his house, at one of his parties, so many people, so much music, but all i could hear was him, all i could feel was him, all that mattered was us.

People are always debating between right and wrong; some choose to follow the crowd while others go on their intuition. In The Road by Cormac McCarthy, we see a boy and a man who are these outliers in society; they struggle through a journey with many temptations to give up or to become barbaric due to desperation. Traveling south down the road, the boy and man encounter many factors of evil (stealing, violence, selfishness) that are a threat to their survival. To prevent falling into despair, they remain the good guys during their survival in this post-apocalyptic world by establishing three laws: having hope, not resorting to cannibalism, and prioritizing their survival over others.

My day begins again with a drone of the same ringtone of the alarm. Getting up to open the window forgetting about the same old raven bird that stares at me with its whole black eyes sending you into a black spiral. The sense of nostalgia hits, rain leaves its own scent like the scent of an ex-lover’s. After all eternity doesn’t wait for the past to catch up, you just keep on going with your life as I have. Making my way to the kitchen I avoid all the papers on the floor scattered like a tornado threw up and shredded its life. My hands twitches to grab the phone eager to check for the ghost messages and calls. Putting down my arm as soons as it raises “don’t do it”. I turn in circles to find someone but in its leave was nothing. “ I know” I whispered to no one. The hallway was filled with darkness except for one room whose light was slowly dimming. Darting past the shadowed hands reaching for me I went into the room. Searching for that dark grey raincoat that was hung up on a hanger in the half empty closet.