The Treach Monologue

Daniel's eyes didn't move away, his face still holding it's confused look, until Sophia spoke.

The skins on my toes are turning black. The doctor says if I stay in this trench for more than 2 days I will have to cut off my feet. It scares me that I might have to have my feet amputated but I will stay strong, as I am proud to be serving my country. The other day my best friend Johnny was sleeping in the dug out while the enemy was firing and a missile hit right behind us. The dug out collapsed and Johnny was stuck in the pile of mud. We spent 30 minutes digging him out and we were able to pull him out just before it was too late.

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.

All I was doing in the forest was dancing. I was doing no such harm. But, my father surprised me and I became terrified. Dancing is not welcomed in this village. I do not consider what I was doing was witchcraft. I do not desire my father to get into trouble because of my actions. My father has many enemies and I could jeopardize his position in the teacher. However, I was not the solitary one in the forest dancing. Ruth is also in the kind of state that I and I wonder why. Tituba knows how to talk to the dead and Ruth was sent to Tituba by her mother. Her mother wanted to find out who killed her seven siblings.

Earlier yesterday I received a message from a beautiful 22 year-old girl who also has Treacher Collins Syndrome - a craniofacial disorder. She writes me and says: "Hi Cynthia, I hope you are doing well; I would like to know if you think that men really pay attention to the details of a girl's history of intimate partners; I guess that I am really asking if you think a man would mind that I have never been in relationship?"

“What do you think of it, Mr. Jennison?” An about fifty-year-old neighbor, Mr. Lawrence, spoke to me as he looked around the suddenly empty storage room.

“Look Lennie, I want you to look around here. You can remember this place, can’t you? The ranch is about a quarter of a mile up that way. Just follow the river.” “If you just happen to get In trouble like you always done before, I want you to come right here an’ hide in the brush. Till I come for you can you remember that?” Then as George told Lennie before and he did what he was told Lennie came back to the river after he accidentally killed Curley’s wife and the pup. George didn't want Lennie to suffer so he did he job himself, he wanted Lennie to be happy when he went away so he told him to face the river and think about the farm they wanted to live on and then George killed Lennie so he didn't have to suffer. Mercy killing/ euthanasia

All we can see and smell are dead bodies. The stench of the bodies make me feel sick inside, its constant, even when we have time to eat we can smell it. When we were moving around today we came across one of the spots where some of the blokes had been fighting. The sight made me feel sick to my stomach. The Japs must’ve been here to seek revenge, there were soldiers who had been killed and had their back and legs cut off, their flesh had been cooked. After seeing this, I just can’t handle it anymore. I’ve decided to go

I saw what you did in the woods. I am begging you to please stop. I cannot take anymore of this madness, I think that I might go insane if this goes on any longer. Abigail, please tell them, tell them what really happened. [1]Tell them that you drank blood and stripped of your clothing. Tell them that it was your own doing for your sake and the rest of ours. Please, just tell them the truth. [2]You know that you drank a charm as well! One that you felt would get rid of Proctor’s wife so that you could have him all to yourself. You did do it, I saw you Abby. [3]You really shouldn’t hurt me, Abby. It isn’t good for your christian reputation. Some might call witchery upon you if you aren’t careful. [4]They may say that the Devil has possessed

These past couple of weeks haven’t so been easy for me. I know I went through a lot at home, but the stress is even worse here. The trenches are horrible, the fighting is horrible and the food is horrible! The trenches are muddy, cold and just horrendous. It smells like rotting dead bodies everywhere I go. Every hour, there’s a grenade flying over my head and I know that my luck is running out. There’s going to be a time when I am not going to be able to pick the grenade up fast enough to throw it over the trench. That isn’t even the worst of it. A bunch of my comrades and I are coming down with trench foot. Our feet are swollen, cut up, wet, cold, muddy and disgusting. I’m hoping the war will end fast enough so that I won’t have to get my legs chopped off. And you

I pray this letter has reached you safely, else I would be unable to explain my grim fate to you. However, it is likely you know the precise events which followed our brief encounter as you greatly influenced what happened henceforth. Nonetheless, I will continue to tell the tale of my woes in case you have overlooked something. Let me begin by introducing myself: I am Roger Mubin, the little boy who you lured into your home after he had attempted to mug you. If you have forgotten this name, know I have never forgotten yours, Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones. That name is forever ingrained in my mind, as if you have taken a knife and carved it in my brain. I apologize for my harsh tone, yet I am sure you understand as I have been rotting

Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.

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

Hey, Joe. So Trew was talking to me last night about there being some type of vibe because there seems to be issues between you and I, and I can just tell that it's really affecting him (plus he told me that it was). He's brought it up to me before, but I figured that I'd just try to straighten whatever it is out whenever we come up there or IF you come down here to AL in March (or whenever Final Round is). He's talked about his plans to have a business, and about how he wants us both by his side throughout the whole journey, and how hard it'll be for him if things were how they are now. I'm going to tell you what I told him, I think what it is, is that I think you don't like me, and you think that I don't like you so that's probably why this

There was a boy whose name was Tom, but everyone called him by his last name, Rorke. Funnily enough he shared a name with his best friend and my brother, Thomas, who was nicknamed Toby for some drunken reason that I can’t begin to comprehend. Rorke and Toby were thick as thieves for as long as I can remember. When they were together, there was always a constant laughter that filled the room and they were always relaxed around each other. They also had a knack for getting into trouble, so it was a good thing that Rorke had enough charisma to charm they’re way out of anything. In the fashion of any best friendship, you could always find Rorke with Toby or vice versa, which is how I got to know Tom and I’m glad I did.