The Time Flies Monologue Analysis

Last time you spoke with Brooke Tolzmann, you seemed very interested in the WPP/Simplilearn eLearning partnership.. I know how hectic things can get with meetings and deadlines so, I want to ensure we stay connected to get your team equipped with the tools to help with keep up as digital continues to rapidly evolve.

Thank you for taking an interest in the role! I really appreciate it. — So I have some background for the Emilia role, but it's open to creative freedom. She, Brandon (me) and the Kit all grew up on the bad side of town (I haven't picked a location yet, as I wanted everyone's input once I got the group together) She and Brandon are very close, almost like siblings, and he's very protective of her; they have a relationship like Dom and Mia from Fast and the Furious.

I was walking when suddenly I heard a voice behind me shout, “Hi! Wait a minute!” Before I continue… I should probably tell you about where I am. I believe I’m on an island. I’m not sure though? Oh I’m Ralph though. I am from Britain. I wrote this with my blood and some leaves well stranded on this island. Anyways I got side tracked where did I leave off. Ohh yeah this boy was following me. He was shorter than an average boy, very fat, glasses, and asthma. He kept following me which was ANNOYING. The boy has this crazy idea that we are trapped here. Frankly I don’t believe him. I kept walking toward nowhere well the boy trugs along behind me slowly. I still have yet to know the annoying boy’s name. I notice in front of me water. I started to run foreword excited to get in the water.

Suzy McHullivan was a cheerful young girl with braids as long as the sun’s rays. She gracefully strolled around in a beautiful, fluffy, and pale blue dress. Lucky for her, she was friends with Johnny Hudson, the son of Captain Henry Hudson of England. Johnny wore a hat as furry as a mother bear’s cub, and a coat made out of splendid material. Captain Hudson, or Mr. Hudson as Suzy called him, always dressed to look as a king. Suzy and Johnny were on an adventure of a lifetime, with Mr. Hudson holding the ship’s wheel.

When I and George found Lennie I knew deep inside me, that the dream couldn’t continue. It was just like Santa Claus, everyone believes in it because one person keeps the spirit up. Lennie believed in it and wanted it most but now he can’t stay here and he will probably die. I hope he will be alright because he reminds me of my dog. He needed me and I was dependent on him because otherwise I would turn lonely. It’s the same with George and Lennie where Lennie is my dog and George is me. If Curley and the others find out they will probably kill Lennie and if Lennie dies they might also kill me finally because I’m just an old guy who worked beyond his usefulness. I don’t want to die yet so I asked George if he knew whether we could continue

That was a rather embarrassing collegiate polo career! Thank you so much for bearing with me one more time yesterday at Mona Plummer. It was exceptionally long that the fresh and colorful flowers my friend brought me were dying, maybe died. Shout-out to Keeve's family coming out to support and every single of you. I've been truly blessed and grateful to play as a Sun Devil at the home pool. Despite my mediocre performance, I'd say I did a pretty solid job to give my favorites hell as always. Carry on! Devils. Certainly, It's always personal and Thank you again.

Good morning/afternoon class. Today I will be performing a monologue. As part of the Beenleigh Quota Club Eisteddfod this year, there is a Literature themed showcase. The aim of this showcase was to give voice to a marginalised or minor character, one whose voice is not heard extensively. The book we had to read was ‘The Book Thief by Markus Zusak and the character I have chosen is Kurt Steiner, who is one of Rudy’s siblings and part of the Steiner family.

2 pip Please, take it all! Don't hurt me! Even if there is a quorum, Mr Gumbi must be here... - before the vote can go ahead. - Says who?

The horn has already sounded and I’m still running. I can feel my blood pulsing in my ears. The sounds of useless advice feels the air. I continue to run. I come across a cave and ran into it. I gasp in shock and as I walk into a lab filled with mindless people editing videos. A film crew rushes at me and says, “If you were able to be in Divergent, which character would you be?” I shake my head in confusion. I attempt to back up slowly, but they grab me and place me in front of a computer and yell, “Edit!” The slam the headphones on my head and everything becomes a blur.

As the echoes whispered around me. The Lord of the Flies will have his revenge on those who killed him. He told me this. I watched them. I watched them as they did it.

We are all in a tough situation right now. There is an unknown beast out there and we need to kill it if we want to survive. Being alone on this huge island without any responsible adults isn’t making it any better! Your group is going out of control and you need to handle it! If we want to fight the beast we must do it together but the correct way. If we don’t kill it ,it will kill us! Although you have done plenty of things I don’t approve of and that I hate you for, I really need the help of you and your group.

I watch Jack squatting behind the trees slathering gooey, brownish mud all over his face. The only thing I am thinking is how disgusting and unsanitary that is. If we ever get rescued, they are going to have so many health issues. But, the other boys on this island obviously don’t care what I think if I did happen to say anything. One by one, the littleuns start to join in. My face is full of distaste, and I have thought it all through, yet I still don’t know why this is reasonable. But, then I overhear that the reason for this is survival. The boys are putting the awful looking slime all over their faces so they aren’t as noticeable to the pigs when they go hunting. I decide to be a bystander and follow the boys as they hunt. While following

was when Paul went out the window and walked on the fire escape to see if he could make it to the next apartment to get help.

I awake to the smell of something burning. Immediately I jump out of bed, the cold tiles sending shivers down my spine. “I’m sorry Ma,” Jack screams, “I’m starving!”. I quickly turn off the burner and throw the burnt eggs in the trash. Tears run down his face as I pull him close, he's nearly as tall as me.

My drama paragraph: Your mother's "trying to help" days are coming to an end, and the time is coming to let it go. This is a final attempt to reach you saying everything conceivable down to the last atom of my energy. Being strong-minded (in your head) hasn't allowed your heart and spirit to listen and hear the pleas from your children, Grandpa, sister, and parents!!! If this last "try to help" as your "fairy godmother" doesn't work, your parents' twilight years will be peaceful, but with deep sorrow.