Trench Monologue

As a young boy I watched as my organ flowers disappear and I asked myself “will I see them again?” The space was trembling under its weight and I didn’t think anyone would understand how I was feeling. Organ flowers all decayed, and I will see them again.

The trenches is where we fight, AA with gun shots flying died at night. AA We fight as soldiers together as one BB but in the end there will be none. BB Bang Bang, I've been shot, I lay hear slowly dying, AA thinking about all the things I’ll miss trying. BB Not seeing my family for that one last time,BB while I'm at war committing this victimless crime. BB War, what a horrific thing, people killing people for what, AA just to feel like some sort of king?

Hey! Nice to meet you! I am Wendy, a water molecule! Oh! Sorry for the yelling. It is just that I am a very excitable person. I am at the top of the atmosphere for the first time! I was left here by a spaceship. I guess they just forgot….. or else they don’t like water molecules! I never thought of that before, but who cares? I’m still here.

I lived through the end of the world. Quite the conversation starter isn’t it? It came fast and quickly, wiping the human race out in huge numbers. It snuck up on us like a dark shadow and no one saw it coming. Most people reading this would think that aliens invaded, or a huge disease spread throughout the world and knocked us all out. As cool as that would’ve been i have to admit, that's not what happened at all. We ended from our own destruction.

Then they went away for the weekend, mom and dad, and things got bad, real bad. I thought things were bad before, but that weekend was hell. My parents arrived home to flashing blue and red lights and me crying on the doorstep; all cuts and bruises and torn clothes and him being bundled into the back of a police car.

I guess you could say I am a woman with a past. I am a woman, and I didn't come from nowhere, so the rest must follow. On more than one occasion I've heard, or rather, overheard, myself described that way. "She's a woman with a past." At first it made me nervous (What do they mean, what are they thinking?), even a little angry (Who are they and what business is it...), but then I thought, well, of course I have a past. I'm thirty years old and I didn't just appear out of thin air. I mean, everybody has a past. Don't they? Everybody comes from some¬where. Everybody has a past.

Bitch I’m not discussing you hoe, I’m about to graduate bitch you are the last person on my mind

325 moons later you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youre than You. Everyone near knows you’re off to great places! Today is you’re day! Your mountain is waiting, so…Get on your way. (Thanks Seuss) Damn moo! You are so damn beautiful @ 25! Head to toe. Them eyes & thighs. You’re resilient, clever, unexpected, stubborn, loving, and free! I found this postcard & knew it was the one by the deep belly chuckles that ruptured from the depths of my gut. Happy 25th you wild & strange land creature! I look forward to the challenge of one-upping you year after year. I love you, so, very much. I do.

I told you I would buy you a rank and I didn't I betrayed you and all of Fade. You've got no reason to like me/care about me.

I imagine a time in antiquity. It was before dawn. The fog covers the seashore of the coastal, fishing village. The beach is deserted, but from a few of the homes came the sounds of fishermen waking.

It had been a day like any other, I woke up and got ready for work, kissed my wife and walked out the door. We didn’t know that that would be the last normal morning we would wake up to. My pregnant wife Annabeth and I, Oliver, live in Dead Island. Dead Island is the only is the only island we know. We haven’t been anywhere else besides our home.

I can’t believe they volunteered. I wonder if they are as uncertain as I am. I wonder if their fingers shake as they tighten the nine straps distributed over his body, completely immobilizing the man I know only as The Condemned. I don’t know what he’s done. I don’t know who he is. The letter held his name, but I have gone through some pains to drive it from my mind and have done an excellent job of keeping myself out of the loop. I know only that he has been called upon to die for his crimes, and that is all I want to know. It helps me keep my distance; having no knowledge of his conviction makes it easier for me to treat him as a job and easier for me to treat him as a man. I hope my hands will be steady when I push the needle through the

When he heard this, his mind went blank for a second, he then had several questions power through his mind. The range of the questions varied from: where is this, am I still alive, why am I here when I thought I died? But the most prominent of these was: Who’s voice is that? As he thought that, the voice piped up once more, “Can you not recognize the voice of god when you hear it?” Seriously?

you must be aware of, and that is that Mr. Knight is a little shy.

I have just recently escaped from prison. I didn’t know where to go but I knew my sister would help me. She will never get it into her head that I am a killer, and not a little boy on the English countryside anymore. I was sure that she and her loyal husband will help me. They’ll feel guilty but my sister would never turn me in, and Barrymore would never go against her. Dear God, living in the moor is close to hell. Every day I wake up in the freezing cold scraggly moor. I am so bored here, but at least it’s better than being holed up in jail. I guess this diary is some relief though. I was very excited for the end of the week when I could write about what I did which I guess isn’t much. Well I’ll just get to it this week started out pretty normally. I woke up hungry and cold