Try Out Monologue

It wasn’t always easy. As a matter of fact, it was never easy for us. I’m sure you’d have agreed. Surely it was tough for you to let us go, but I want you to know that I’m thankful you did.

I am truly sorry for what happened about yesterday, what we did was very wrong and unacceptable. I know how upset and disappointed you guys are at me right now but I understand why. I didn’t know what I was thinking back there which makes me feel like I became a terrible and horrible personality and person in general. But just want to let you guys know that we didn’t do anything bad back there which I know you guys are thinking in a different way. To start it off, Kiane and i, we were planning to go somewhere but believe it or not, she has her period so because of that she wasn’t feeling very well. If you guys don’t believe it I understand, but she has it so she wanted a place somewhere where we can just sit and relax to make her feel a little

So uh.... for some reason everyone used a different size for the collab... so I ended up messing around trying to fix the sizes and crap... Oh god. I don't actually know what the original size was so sorry if its a bit off... (Also, Kanji was really blurry... like really blurry... so I tried to sharpen him ._. sorry...

The air reeked of alcohol, the intoxicated breaths of young people colliding together over drunken slurs to create one distinct scent. She kept her head low as she made her way through the maze made by the seemingly endless crowd. Full of regrets, she was doing all she could to get out of there, the distraction turning out to be nothing more than a few drinks with people who didn't even know when her birthday was. The song finished abruptly, followed by simultaneous cheering. She kept moving, weaving in and out of people with fierce determination until she walked right into him. She murmured a quick apology and went to continue when the familiarity of the figure in front of her hit. She hesitantly looked up, heart dropping into her stomach at the mere sight of him.

Through my manifestation of how I truly feel engraving a promise that I will believe.

The cafeteria had always been the noisiest place in Geochang Middle School. Maybe because students were too busy studying and paying attention in class. Maybe because the 5000 square feet of space was the only region in the facility where they could breathe and let out the sparks that had been dimmed inside of them for so long.

Today started great I got up around ten and was able to grab some brunch at the student center. Class today started at three so I had plenty of time to kill after I finished my meal. I deiced to visit the Ray to play some basketball before class began. When I got to the gym there were already several students who were shooting around and eventually I was able to compete with them in some two on two, then some three on three and we also played some knockout and

One of the other girls there began to talk to me her name was Jenny. She was chewing gum nonchalantly and just chatting away. She said this was her second time and that it wasn 't a big deal anymore. But her eyes looked hard and hollow, but I just figured that was the type of person she was.

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

Sequestered behind the dark wood of my office desk, I feel an elevated sense of purpose as my fingers strike the keys before me! I’m currently penning my thoughts for a speaking engagement slated for the latter part of next week, and it’s in these moments that I feel an unyielding surge of adrenaline that will no doubt keep me awake throughout this night! As a nocturnal creature by nature, I suppose the darkened skies of nightfall have always beckoned me to fill blank pages with my thoughts! Oh, well! Despite the sleepless hours that lie ahead of me, I do want to take a moment to wish you all evening of peaceful slumber and dreams that transport you to beautiful, unexplored territory! Sending much love!

My drama paragraph: Your mother's "trying to help" days are coming to an end, and the time is coming to let it go. This is a final attempt to reach you saying everything conceivable down to the last atom of my energy. Being strong-minded (in your head) hasn't allowed your heart and spirit to listen and hear the pleas from your children, Grandpa, sister, and parents!!! If this last "try to help" as your "fairy godmother" doesn't work, your parents' twilight years will be peaceful, but with deep sorrow.

I push the cracked oak wood tavern door open. Eyes sweep across the room falling on me. Wearing a dark hood and cloak concealing all but my piercing ice blue eyes and half of my nose. My wide chest, wiry arms, thick legs and my two swords also hidden away underneath my cloak. I’ve been growing my beard out, short cropped it isn’t much to deal with. The tavern is laid thick with the scents of; stale alcohol, fresh bread, and charred savory meat roasting on the spit in the center of the tavern. In the opposite corner of the tavern sits a table bathed in shadows with four armed individuals.

Lent recently began and like many, I have been thinking of what I can give up. Even if you don't celebrate Lent, I think it's good for us all to take stock of what we can leave behind.

I have finally finished the excruciatingly painful amputation of my left leg following my horrendous case of trench foot. I honestly wanted to cry, I’m sure death is no where near as painful as the pain I will be forced to endure as I carry on through my life. The way they sawed through my dead leg as though they had no feeling of remorse. The look on their faces screamed “this isn’t my first time dealing with something so gruesome.” The way it plopped into the “doctor's” arm as he was cutting through the remaining pieces of living flesh. The way the people around me were staring in shock… you could see that look of horror, that look of “this can happen to me”. Haha, I guess I can’t blame them too much as I would do the

As I sit here as a soon to be senior, I still can hear the words my mom screamed at me the day I had announced I was gay! But this wasn't the first time I tried to come out but this was the worse. I had come out many times but been pushed back into the closet because of my her in denial.