The Woods Monologue

Up in the club, just broke up I'm doing my own little thing You decided to dip and now you wanna trip 'Cause another brother noticed me I'm up on him, he up on me Don't pay him any attention 'Cause I cried my tears for three good years

I waited in the hospital cafeteria, trying to cool the large black coffee sitting in front of me. On the drive over I'd prepared the compassionate greeting due a man who was just run off the road, his mother still in intensive care, Patti's fate in the fickle hand of the power grid.

If people don’t like it there’s nothing you can do about it. We’ve received hate mail, fan mail and I never know what to do with it. It’s part of the business.” She looked back at the painting. “A taste for death. That’s what Sydney called it. She’s the girl who works here at Allenwood. She could read his energy. Sydney is a bit of a medium. She’s spiritual. I don’t believe in everything she says but so far it’s been

EXT. Forest - NightThe establishing shot starts with a wide view of a forest at night. It's quiet and still, we start to hear lots of rustling. A girl (10 years old) runs past, out of breath. A few feet behind her a silhouette walks by.

Staring out into the crowd, lights scorching my face as I recited the big monologue that led to my inevitable suicide, time stopped, and I finally realized that I love what I do, and I wouldn’t have made it here without him. He pushed me harder and harder, each time making it more difficult to meet his expectations for greatness, but I know he did it to make me a better performer, and I appreciate that every day. When I’m stuck in that pit of problems, whether it is about my inner obstacles or life in general that wraps its soul crushing tentacle binding me internally, he is there to free me from my internal shackles. With his guidance, I broke out of my shell and literally found a voice of my own.

Before and After Free at first, then next taken away Walking to school everyday, to seeing deaths everyday Bedchamber, to Gas Chambers To getting pinched by parents, to seeing parents getting lynched To see my dad at a workstation, to dying of starvation To reading a script for a play, to being whipped by the gateway To go see a train, to being in pain From learning about the ice age, to knowing about a new bone age To helping people, to needing help Food tasted like freshly dropped snow Wet, with no flavor Hungry like a horse without his hay Smoke in the air can’t breath out my airway But towards the end dreams came true in the dark even though my spirit never withdrew from my heart

Deep in the overgrown woods of the Ebony Forest, where the trees are as dark as the night sky currently above it, a small light flickers into the shadows as a lone figure sits down in the dirt, his back to a tree, with a small contraption that produces a small flame from the end. The figure pulls the hood of his cobalt blue robe down a little further as a strong gust of wind blows by; not only causing him to shiver, but for his small flame to go out as well. Letting out a small gasp, he clicks a button on the side of his strange device a few times, making it produce a few sparks, but no flame. He looks down at the pile of sticks and dead leaves he was trying to light before clenching his fist around the contraption and throwing it into the

After the drink, we went out for dinner. Field told me he knew the area well and there was a good Chinese restaurant in the neighborhood. He then took a short-cut and walked into a dimly lit alley. I was hesitant and did not immediately follow him. He turned around and told me, 'Don't worry, nothing's gonna happen'. Well, what could I say? I literally tried to shrink my slim frame and stay, actually hide, within Field's shadow/profile. Then I heard loud footsteps; the sound was going away from us. I peeked around his large frame and saw three guys, who were doing whatever they were doing in the alley, running the other way. They already disappeared when we made it to the end of the alley. Indeed, nothing happened.

"Right. There's been too much drama. We all need our rest," he said, holding back the impulsive yawns, all the while his brain working on a capture and kill scenario.

My biggest mistake was to believe I'd be well hidden by its shelter. I wish I had been smarter than that, but I was so small then. I thought it'd be my savior. All those skyscraping trees swaying with leaves glowing emerald, I once found so beautiful. In

The man that saw my first was trying to kick down my door! Then a creaking sound came from behind me. The secret passage was opening! I quickly grabbed the fire poker I had in front of the fireplace, but it was too late. He had me in his arms. The next thing I remember is waking up in a ditch, with a throbbing head, and the words “Beware Piggy's” written on my shirt. My first reaction was where am I? Than I realized that the police station was right in front of me. When I stood up I immediately was rushed to a hospital by a cop that was just leaving for patrol. The doctor told me I had a fractured skull and a concussion and that he was going to prescribe me some pills. The hospital gave me some clothes to wear and they sent off my other clothes to the police statio for evidence and to see what they could find on them. I called a taxi. I hadn’t even said to the driver that I didn’t have any money on me because I was attacked and he said that I don't need to pay for the trip home. I didn’t have to say where I lived and he drove right there which immediately set off a red flag. Then I remembered my dog, but when i walked in there wasn’t a thing in sight that resembled a break in. Let alone a dog murder. Every last

Walking to the middle school office unknowing of what was coming. Knowing I’ve done nothing wrong, knowing I hadn’t won anything, and ninety-nine percent sure I wasn’t forgetting a doctor or dentist appointment. Entering the office, now more confused when I realized my sister was standing in the middle of the grey dull office in front of me. “You got called to the office too?” she asked. “Yeah, do you know why we got called?” stating even more confused and concerned about why my sister and I were there. Before she could respond, Mr. Small, our school counselor, came out and requested us to follow him.

Born with the gift of a loving and utterly contagious smile; where the corners of her lips turned up ever so slightly and the corners of her emerald green eyes crinkled whenever she laughed. It seemed as if her smile could outshine even the brightest star. But sometimes her smile faltered and led kingdoms to their downfall.

Thump, thump, thump. I hear my footsteps as I walk down the block. I’m tired and hungry, usual for after school, and I can’t wait to get home. All I have to do is walk my neighbor Julie’s dog; that shouldn't take long. As I continue to walk I head toward her court yard, a beautiful lawn of lush, green grass, surrounded by a wall of homes. I inhale a strong fragrance of food, so strong I can almost taste it. I pull the house key from my back pocket. I feel a twinge of pain as the key scrapes my finger. I insert the key, and hear the door click open. Not even a second passes before the dog bolts out of the door. Without thinking I begin to sprint as fast as a cheetah. I weave through the maze-like streets, and my mind races on where she could

“Brooke, this will be the third time you’re late for school if you don’t hurry!” Mom started yelling up the stairs.“I’m coming, I’m coming mom!” I quickly grabbed my backpack and scurried down the stairs. “The bus is here, I’d hurry if I were you.” My mom hugged me as I slid on my shoes. As I ran to the bus my mom called out, “And don’t forget to be nice!”