Toni Gamez Monologue

I’m holding my beautiful wife in my arms on the living room floor, I’m running my hand across

life and work. I could not say “no” to others and had to do what I was expected to. But at

Have you ever wanted to be in Williamsport playing baseball? Well, I have I’ve been practicing since I could hold a baseball. Now all my training paid off. I finally made it. So did my friend Johnny. Johnny and I made it to Williamsport on different teams. It’s the Elimination game. Who ever loses goes home. It was a close game. Until the 9th inning the bases were loaded. Jimmy was on 1st, Timmy on second and Joey on 3rd. I’m up - 3-2 count. Johnny is pitching. He throws me a fastball right down the middle.Crack I crush it. Going… going… gone! A walk off grand slam. We win! After the game we go shake hands with the other team. I come to Johnny. I put out my hand and he doesn’t even make eye contact. He just walks away. The

It was early spring of 2013, and I decided to message a girl who I had heard a lot of amazing things about. Her name was Moriah Ebron, but I learned that she went by Mo instead. She was incredibly kind, and we had a lot in common. As the year went on, we learned more about each other and we wanted to meet in person. It was odd to me, having a best friend who lived so far away, but while her parents were planning a camping trip to Virginia, she was planning a visit to West Virginia. During the middle of fall, Mo started the journey from Delaware to West Virginia. It was early morning and I was at the Kingdom Hall when my friend Shannon, whom Mo was staying with, walked up to me and asked me to go outside with her. Once outside,

An ambulance came and carried out my mom. I didn’t know what was going on, so many questions running through my mind, what was wrong with her, was she going to be ok. I was scared, more scared then I had ever been. My sister Sheridan who was 8 asked me “what’s happening?” through tears. On that day a little piece of me began to change because if I let her see my fear that would not help anyone, and so even though I didn’t know what was happening I responded “everything is going to be ok” even though I did not trust my own words.

I, Brom Bones, am pretending to be the headless horseman to run Ichabod Crane out of town. I am dressed in a old military uniform, with my black horse. My head is tucked under my jacket with holes cut in it for eyes. He took the love of my life from me, and I will do anything to get her back no matter what the cost. There is so much rage built up that I don’t know what to do with it, I have never experienced this kind of torture in my heart.

I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything.

“[Fijian] camp is like nothing else. Being able to experience a little get together called devotion, which is a pre meeting service just before we have breakfast and before we have dinner.”

Part 1: The hero's name is Antonio Brown. He is a football maniac. He can catch passes with one hand, and he doesn't even need to look. He is a bit of a sore loser, though. He can dish it, but he can't take it. He wears a black shirt, with a pair of yellow pants. Him and the villain did not meet until early 2011. But, boy, they sure do really hate each other.

As for Linda, she wanted to keep in touch with me, but I wanted to be left alone. Along the road I ended going down, I did some horrible things. When I almost overdosed and was sent to the ER, Linda was the only one who I could call. She came right away and stayed with me and my daughter and I at the hospital. I can remember how scared I felt, the sound of injured people, the old and the young, all crying in pain. With every thing going on around us, Linda was my guardian angel. With her there, I didn’t feel so alone anymore. Then people started to stare at me and ask questions., Mmy heart rate was racing, palms were sweating, knees were shaking, and my mouth was like a dry desert, devoidted offor taste and flavour. They asked “What is wrong with you?” and “What brought you to the ER?” I could hear murmurs coming from all directions questioning how stupid could I be having my daughter left at the hospital with me while i was all messed up, I could barely stand, let alone care for my daughter. I began to get nervous, scared, and worried, I was so on the edge of losing it, not only that I was on the verge of fainting. I could feel my anxiety kicking in,

The best living or dead hands down huh? Less talk more head right now huh? And my eyes more red than the devil is

On October 30,2096 a short boy name Bennie and a tall boy named Treyvon decided to walk into a abanded airport that haven't been used since 2015 their were rumors that the airport was hunted , the people that lived around the airport report loud noises and unpleased noises of thing moving . When they went in they saw nothing but old chairs falling apart roofs and walls then Bennie said ''lets get out of here '' then he says ''wait what is that?'' then they saw that it was dozens of mummies running towards them . So they started running and the exit and was block by more mummies so they decided to run up the stairs and hide in a large open room were there were lots of old supplies so Treyvon said" lets fight them head on.'' so Bennie agreed and so

I'm sorry. Why are you in such a good mood? All I can say is that you must enjoy your breakfast. Your mother and I are talking about Nkunzi's miraculous transformation.

Everything happens for a reason and I believe it was no incident that she was situated into my life. She had a mission, a purpose and a meaning to this world- to me. There are many times I find myself wishing I could thank her. If I could have of just thanked her once more for shaping me into who I am today. The lessons she taught while alive impacted me, and the things I have learned from her passing has helped me to grow. Dennis P. Kimbro quotes, “Life is 10% what happens to us and 90% how we react to it”. We cannot choose what happens to us in life. Sure, we can make choices and maybe avoid some things, but a majority of life is not controlled by us. I learned that since we cannot control it, we must evaluate how we react to it.

Have you ever had someone in your life who helped you figure out who you were? Someone who showed you the right path. Someone who was there right next you even if you did not take that path. Someone who always seemed to be right, but never held it against you when you were not. Someone whom without your life would most likely be entirely different. I have. Her name was Jessica.