Tom Robinson Monologue

“[I] have a wife as miserable as [myself], [we] are so miserly that [we] conspire to cheat on each other.” (Irving 1).

You know I've always felt I needed to live vicariously though others because I didn't like my own life until I met you, then I was to screwed up to know you'd sit yourself and everything in front of me a couple of times. Thinking I’d need to live through others to get to you.

The anticipation was gnawing at my stomach, the date was June 5th 1944.I feel i'm going to die on this bed, waiting for the green light to invade Omaha, just as I feel myself calm down we are called outside. I hop out of my bed and start the stroll outside, while i'm outside I run into Pvt. Jason Tyron, although everyone calls him Humphrey due to the fact he looks like Humphrey Bogart. I slug him in the shoulder, “How's it going Humphrey.” With no hesitation he slugs me back twice as hard.,

“Why do you think there’s so many of them? Why do you think they all hang out here in a graveyard? What do you think the reason is they don’t die?” Katelyn asked me in rapid fire, and I thought she sounded like she was starting to get frustrated.

When the image of a spy headquarters comes to mind it usually prompts the shadowy corridors filled with even more shadowy people, talking in hushed voices about the hottest assassination or newest spy gadget. It made sense that somewhere filled with killers and spies would take on the character of its inhabitants. If one were to base the character of its inhabitants on the appearance of the JNI HQ in Poltaur, they would expect themselves to be in the company of priests or perhaps a school teacher.

Hello my name is Mark D Jack i born in 1995-11-10 I live in Los santos and I'm 20 years old. I like football, chatting with friends, I spend my life in working and playing with friends. And, other things. I don't have terrible diseases. I can run good for a long distance. I am right-handed. I can't do anything with much with my left part. I really like music! Everywhere where you see me is there music. I can't live without it. I'm actually born in England but, I came to Los Santos when I was 7 Years old. I can speak: Dutch, English, Arabian and French. My parents died in an accident with transportation. I was 15 years old when that happened. But the friend of my father helped me at that situation and carried me. Now I live alone.countries. I like making friends. How more how better and, it is because my parents died I wanted to forgot it, So I don't remember that any more and keep focussing about my life. I like almost all sports. And, I don't care if I lose or win. My goals is making fun with my friends. My friends always call me small Thob because I'm small. And the most of them are Dutch like me. I like technology much. Everything that's new

I woke up to my phone ringing with notifications like crazy, but before I grabbed my phone, I discovered that Mark was no longer sleeping by my side. I rubbed my eyes as I gently called out to him, thinking he was in the room, but I didn't hear a response. I sat up on the bed, fully awake then deciding to go look for him. However, before I could go out, my phone started vibrating again.

Gawin startle her, when placing his hand on her shoulder. “Your voice is fill with anger and pain,” he says softly. Her expression is one of a frighten child, lost in her torment and grief. “If it’s not too difficult to speak of, can you tell me how mother, father, and you died?”

Doctor, I told you he would come. Edward is most happy to stay home with me. He is completely devoted to me unlike his father, who is traipsing around Australia with his whore.

As Andy lay on the sidewalk bleeding, after being stabbed, he shows the reader how much he cares and loves Laura. I believe a big part of Andy's moral stature is to be compassionate. Not only towards Laura but also towards the future, the future he was planning to have with her. Although the whole time all of is thoughts are on Laura, some are more worrying than others.

Whenever something bad happens to Jane, she blames it on the fault of destiny. But I prefer to take charge of my own life rather than simply blaming fate.

I’ve told you all I know. Look, Ciaran, I appreciate you rescuing me last night, but I really have to go. Right now.”

While everyone in the amphitheater had their eyes glued to my former beloved, I was busy indicating him to the door that held the promise of death. Looking into his eyes, I could see the hopefulness that he had to live another day hidden behind the mask of fear that was plastered on his face. After I had discretely signaled the young man to the door on the right, he seemed oblivious to what was really coming for him in the next waning moments. All that he could picture in his mind was a beautiful young lady awaiting him on the other side of that door, not a bloodthirsty tiger who was ready to rip him to shreds. However, I believe that he should have expected exactly what he will find behind that door, for he was completely aware of my barbaric side.

My fist wailed through the air and came into contact with the hard, round object. I thought to myself, there is no way I can make it over, but I’m going to try my best. I tried many time but no matter how hard I tried, I could not do it. That didn’t stop me from trying even harder.

I was broken. I had nothing left inside of me, my life was slowly disappearing and I couldn’t stop it. As I lied on the cold wooden floor of my room the pain from where he had hit me was erupting inside of me. Every part of my body ached in agony, I struggled to suck in air. As my eyes flooded with tears and I looked at myself in the mirror I was horrified at the person looking back at me. Blood was running off my face and onto my nightdress. Deep purple welts had already started to form across my fragile body from the forceful impact of his rough fists that consistently made contact with my small figure. But living day and night in this torture couldn’t hurt me anymore than it already has, but what does is that it was him that did this to