Twilight Monologues

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

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 kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

I’m ready to fight i tried telling myself, but I’m not until I turn on my music but now I think that it is distracting me. Let's do this, it’s now or never. “For Skyrim” I yell.

When George went to offer Hazel some of his reviving beverage, there was a hard pounding clamor which seemed like a thump on the entryway. The more hesitant they became, the louder and more restless the sound got to be. At first, George thought it was another of those sounds, yet he didn't generally observe an effect.

The 80’s were a scary time in America with rising tentions within minority communities, the destabilaztion of the economy, and the aids epidemic. The movie “Straight Outta Compton” was a significant cinematic production in many ways by having actors that portrayed their characters almost to perfection, a historical accurate story line, and a film crew that did an amazing job for every scene shot. F.Gary Gary masterfully captures the emotions of a generation by using; talented actors, a poient soundtrack, a complex interpersonal plot, and dark cinematography.

to accept it, this is my eternity, i'd stay here forever and ever. I guess this is it, my whole life and it's all wasted. I wonder if I could have done anything different, maybe be kinder, give to the poor, I don't know. I'll never get married or have children.

When the Evil Queen, in full Enchanted-Forest-esque get up, whirls into her empty Sheriff's office, Emma tries not to blink. She hadn't felt easy about Regina destroying... Regina... And it didn't look like the heart-crushing stuck this time – if the Queen staring at her was any indication.

Short Story/Scene In a little town in California, Littletown ville, is a town known for baseball. They had a little league called the Littletown ville Jaguars. They didn’t have practice today for the little league all stars, but joe’s friends had decided to practice. “Hey billy do you want to play catch?” said Joe.

AHhhhhhhhhh that”s all I hear as my stomach lurched. I can barely breath as my eyes bug out of my head . When all the sudden the bar flies up what In the world it won’t go back down. And my mind says hey, guess what Nyles what me you're dead I know….

The bell had just rang, school was out. “Olivia, Mrs. Larsson calls.” Olivia is in 6th grade. Her teacher Mrs. Larsson talks to her every day after school telling her the same thing over and over. “You been misbehaving at lunch today”! But this time it was different. “Olivia it's your turn to stay after school and clean the room”. Olivia hated cleaning the room after school, she always ended up staying too late. “ Now run along and tell your mother, I don’t want her to worry like she did last time!” “Ok Mrs. Larsson.” I reply, I run to call my mom but she didn't answer, and my dad was at work so I couldn't call him. “Yup my mom knows.” I say, but she really didn't. “Ok then, well I am going to go home so behave yourself!” Mrs. Larsson says

Thornton Wilder, a Wisconsin native, is the writer of the Pulitzer Prize winner play Our Town. In Our Town, Wilder tells the story of a town in Grover’s Corners, New Hampshire, and the daily lives of the inhabitants. In the play, the author uses minimal props and scenery as well as including a main character known as the Stage Manager that has the ability to break the fourth wall, allowing him to talk to the audience. This factor of talking to the audience is a major component of making the public a part of the town. Throughout the play, there are many instances in which the Stage Manager uses various cues as well as dialogues to incorporate the audience and develop an intimate relationship to create a true sense of “our town”.

Slender, yet tenderly framed, set against a backdrop of greenish tinged bald cypress trees, the yellow paint color gave it the appearance of being a peaceful, serene home. It was tall and elegant- its intricate ironwork along the balcony and lower porches, reminded Thomas of houses he had seen in New Orleans. He was thinking of renting it as a temporary residence for him and Allie to live in while they were in Charleston. He was still hesitant about taking her with him on his frequent outings where lately he had to slip out through Elliot’s Cut, to the Stona River and then out to the Atlantic from there to keep Yankee patrols from catching him. For the past three days, they had stayed aboard the Spitfire, sleeping, eating, talking, and making

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.

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.