The Williams Monologue

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Vehemently, I threw my myself on the bed, covered my head with pillows and screamed in pain and agony.Like a pack of wild, hungry ferocious wolves, the thoughts began to commence and every second they got louder. Like paws,every sentence clawed at my brain,every thought pierced my mind in agony,and my body began to shake. The shivers started from the tip of my fingers and cascaded straight down my gut, my body shook, and I screamed

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.

Where am I?" I was so lost, and confused. The voice tried to calm me down, and despite my confusion, it was comforting. It felt good to finally talk to someone, someone that seemed to care, and wanted to comfort me. The voice explained that I was safe now, and I could not hurt anymore. It had been such a long time since I had carried on a real conversation like this, it was such a pure feeling. A feeling of raw happiness, that I hadn't felt in a long time. Yet this whole time, I still had no idea where I was. The voice became even softer. "Can you hear the rumble that's calling?" I didn't know what this meant, but I knew one thing. There was something peculiar about the way this voice spoke. It spoke in a way that no human being would ever really speak in, almost like he was speaking in poetry. However, when he spoke these words, I was confused. I tried to understand, almost as if he was calling out to me. He wanted me to join him. He said I would be free forever, and be ridded of all of my worries, my sadness. "I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart," he spoke softly. I began to understand now, he was telling me he felt my pain, that he understood. Finally, I had found someone, someone that understood my pain, my suffering. I would pray at night just to be freed from this pain. "You're a candle casting a faint glow, but you and I see eye to eye," he claimed as he began to speak a bit louder. The way in which he spoke was difficult for me to understand,

I was brought out of my painful daze while looking down at my dad pouring vinegar and rubbing a credit card repeatedly over the sting. Not knowing what to expect I looked down to see that my shin had puffed up multiple inches and turned a purple color. I was escorted upstairs to the condominium and had strict instructions to stay on the couch in front of the sliding glass doors. I peered out to see the dark, eerie water filled with many unknowns. No longer was it a sight of beauty, it had turned into an ominous view that was filled with gloomy and painful memories. My eyelids slid shut as I tried to escape my once paradise, and now nightmare.

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.

My dear husband, I understand that you would do anything to get me out of jail; but it is not necessary. As you know, I am with child and they will postpone my death a year. They tell me of how you have fought to try to save me. You do all of this at your own expense. We both wish that things weren’t this way; but you don’t need to suffer with me. If you continue to defy the court they will have no mercy on you. What would happen to our children? They would be orphaned; I refuse to do that to them. You have to forget about helping me and focus on our boys.

Before the killing, the residents of Holcomb didn't really have a problem with any of each other. The killing made the town fear each other, because they didn't know who the killers were. Thanks to that fear the residents went so far as to assume each other were the killers The townsfolk are acting like how you think a person would act if there was a murder and you didn't know who.

The thunder clapped against the sky, sounding like thousands of galloping horses. There was no sign of human life except for the truck and luxury horse trailer that zoomed by. Hard rain hit the trailer, making loud thuds against it's rusted metal. A young teenager with brown curly hair, freckles, and blue eyes sat in the back seat of the red truck. The girl glanced at the camper/trailer behind them and sighed.

Hello, I am Scarlet Williams. Before I begin my wild story, let me further introduce myself. I am from the beautiful city of Boston, Massachusetts, widely known throughout the world. I am an extravagantly rich socialite thanks to my father, the notorious George Williams IV. My family’s name has been prominent in this city for quite some time now. My father’s gorgeous white mansion lies right in the middle of town, for he does enjoy showing off his belongings. The house contains countless stunning rooms; however, the most mesmerizing would definitely be the “White Escape”, the name my father gave to our party room. When a certain light hits the chandelier, the room transforms into an enchanting wonderland, captivating even the most miserable

Williams was a man with two unique sides, a careful, wanton organizer who could change from officer to beast and back again in a matter of hours.

Mrs. Galb’s mindfulness class was usually boring. However, today was rather interesting because we were discussing everyone’s greatest fears. Most kids were afraid of clowns, spiders, and heights but I was afraid hurting the people I love. The thought of killing my mom, my dad, or my best friend Caroline made me sick to my stomach, even though I knew I was a good person. Mrs. Galb asked the class to imagine what we would do if our largest fear became reality. I was so overwhelmed by the idea of it, that I passed out. I woke up and saw the school nurses circled around me. They asked me what my name was, when I was born, and how many fingers they were holding up. I answered the questions with ease but I still didn’t feel like my normal self. My fingers kept twitching, my body felt heavy, and I heard eerie voices whispering and laughing. I figured it was a mere coincidence until they started talking to me. The voices told me to visit the

I don't want your love, we've talked about this. Jesus didn't die for your love, geez. Jokes aside, no matter how much I yell at you, no matter how many times I ignore your love, no matter how many times I've laughed at you for the stupidest things. I care and love you. You've kept me on my feet when my jokes got terrible, brought a smile or a laugh to my face when I was sad, and you're a great person to just have conversations with. Have a great summer. Don't die of heat exertion. And can't wait for next year with you. Love you a lottle.

I knew I was going to fell in love with this book the moment I laid my eyes on the first page.

It started with a chill, each vertebrae vibrating one by one up my spine. Then the heat, my face flush and palms clammy. I could never keep up with my breathing, for it seemed as though each time I breathed out, I needed more air almost immediately. Soon, my mind was flooded with unsettling images, a new one appearing nearly every second, each worse than the last. Everything that I found comfort in was now an enemy. When will this end? My body could not keep up with the trembles and I could not resist the urge to scream. Was this room always so small? My eyes grew indecisive, darting across the room, until the capillaries within them bulged so greatly that I clenched my eyelids shut. Then, a long, deep breath.