The Sniper Monologue

“It was dirty that’s for sure. The rats ate at your toes and the smell was horrible.”

We ran. Not because we had an option anyways, if we stopped moving, we would be easy target for the bounty hunters chasing us hot on our trails. We ran hugging each other, as it helped us stay afloat longer midair. Good thing these riflemen had awful aim, because our predictable trajectory would be breakfast for a decently experienced marksman. Trough near misses and terribly guessed aim leading, we managed to get pretty far away from them.

You restoreth my visage. Yea, tho I walk in the shadow of the valley of wrinkles I feel pretty good.”

Should I do it? My heart sits in my throat as a man and boy come into view. Distant enough that I can’t make out their faces, but too close for my liking. I’ve been here before. This is not good.

I wake up at 5:30 a.m. every morning thinking “why on earth did I join this team?” That team is the drill team; no I am not going to write two pages about how my life was spiraling out of control and how the drill team changed it. It is simply the first thing that comes to mind as I pound my buzzing alarm clock. The alarm clock beeping isn’t even all that bad; it’s those horrible vibrations the alarm clock makes when it buzzes on top of my creaking old red locker nightstand. “I DON’T WANT TO GET UP!” I scream at myself at 5:40 when my dad yells

Script For The Opposition of the War Jayden Soulia - So, I am going to be interviewing Shanah Sakai, Luciele Sakai, Julia Stevens, Sonya Hockings , Richard Sakai, Grey Takahashi I ask Shanah: So Shanah what was it like having your father away from you in the war? Shanah says: “He sent me a letter every month and he talked about how he was trying to make the best of the war.

The characteristics of the characters in a story are something that makes them who they are and what you start to learn about them. In The Sniper by Liam O’Flaherty, the protagonist shoots and kills the antagonist. The two characters in the story are, the protagonist which was the narrator (main sniper) and the antagonist (enemy sniper). The protagonist saves the lives of others because of his his intelligence, his determination, and his risk-taking.

He arrived and walked through the door of the bar. All he could hear was the tone of excitement throughout the place. The man had no emotion on his face. He was wearing a blue, green, and black shirt under blue overalls. The man had a tattoo on the back of his head.

I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything.

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 lived through the end of the world. Quite the conversation starter isn’t it? It came fast and quickly, wiping the human race out in huge numbers. It snuck up on us like a dark shadow and no one saw it coming. Most people reading this would think that aliens invaded, or a huge disease spread throughout the world and knocked us all out. As cool as that would’ve been i have to admit, that's not what happened at all. We ended from our own destruction.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” I say as I run the blade ‘down the road’ on my wrist. I cried softly, hoping no one can hear me. I don’t want to be in this world anymore. How can I live in the world when everyone hates me? My parents abused me all the time before they died. I guess it’s now taking an effect on me. My friends all stabbed my back a thousand times. I Wish I didn’t tell them my secrets. They just went and told everyone else and now I’m known as the town slut. Even my boyfriend hates me. Or should I say ex-boyfriend. He proved it today. (Flashback) I was walking to class. I saw two people kissing next to the lockers and thought “I wish my boyfriend and I were like that.” As I got closer, it was my boyfriend with another girl. How could he? He said he loved me. We all lie at one point in our lives. Am I right? He

How have you been. These past few months have been really tough. Have you ever heard of trench foot. If we stand in the water for long periods of time without changing our socks we can get it. The pain is indescribable,but some were lucky and lost all feeling in their feet. A friend of mine stuck a bayonet straight into his foot and didn't even feel a thing how almaring. Ooh don't get me started with the lice,all the men have short hair cuts. It's easier to take them out that way,we take the blunt edge of the knife and scrape it across our scalp. I'm missing home,the nice bed,the homemade meals, and the moment of peace. The living conditions aren't the best ,we must look out for our bread,the rats have been coming in huge waves. They are truly

In this Irish war we have two sides, but this can also be reflected in the two sides within the Sniper himself. The Sniper seems experienced yet amateur, cold yet emotional, lusting for war yet hating it, self-assured yet vulnerable, and clear-minded yet mad; he is a living contradiction.

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.