Uncle Helen Monologue

Momma always said sticks and stones could break your bones and word will never harm you.. But honey I'm PETTY. Honestly, I'm tired of hearing about you harassing my sister and family. As a result of your own unhappy, selfish, and evil ways. Your like a plague sweet heart your going slowly killing you're self from being unhappy and dysfunctional get it together. Now as for my brother sha he is a GROWN man that he does what he wants. Trust and believe though he's on his shit doing the damn thing as God is my witness he will prosper and we'll send both of our invitations in the mail so you could envy that too!! As for you Mrs Thot don't ever speak of my name as a freak girl I could never niggas wish but never could have. Let's just keep in mind

My name is Mayella Ewell. I belong to the lowest of the low amongst the whites in Maycomb. I grew up in a poor family and never received any proper education. The only I have is probably being white. My dad and I want to have a better life, but dad doesn’t want to put any effort into doing so. My mom died when I was young and I became a surrogate wife for my dad. I wish I could have gone to school, but I have to take care of my children. My dad loves to go out and drink for the whole day. When he comes home, he often drunk and this is when he would rape me.

Grass tickles my bare feet, and the sultry night air caresses my skin as I stand facing the forest. With the moon full and glistening over the dew covered greenery, I am enraptured. The gentle breeze wraps around me like a lovers embrace and I am lost to my surroundings. The nights are beginning to cool with the new season and are a welcomed relief to the waning summer heat.

I would like to thank for coming and visiting our AVID class. To go up and become a Miss San Joaquin is just really mind-bogglingly crazy! I have so much respect to you. I wouldn’t have the guts just to do any of the things that you’ve mentioned in class. I really admire you for that. To have the guts of steel to do something that might not even work out is just crazy. I also have lots of gratitude for you coming and seeing us even though you were scared to speak in front of us.

I'm Karla niece, and I sought out revenge on Sunny north, killing her to be exact. Sunny had it coming for her, having an affair with my husband wouldn't fly.I wanted her dead. It was four days before I actually killed her, I had gone to the mall and the store for some groceries and bought some clothes. About five hours later I came back home and there she was with my husband. It a moment and I realized my husband was having an affair. I wanted her dead so I killed her, but of course, I had to plan it.It wasn't relentless the way I killed her. Stabbing her, letting her bleed out in front of her children.She saw it coming having an affair with my husband, she was supposed to be my best friend.My husband, on the other hand, i didn't just murder

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.

Running through branches and high standing grass, I sprint as fast as my body will move. Insure about how much energy my body has left, I keep pacing a constant speed to catch up to Lennie. As the forest begins to come to an end, there is a lengthy creek that comes to view. Hesitating, I plunge into the water trying to find my dear friend Lennie. Just as I think there is no hope on finding him I see a movement out of the corner of my eye. Thinking it was just an animal, I turn away not even realizing that the animal was Lennie. Lennie, terror- stricken and drizzling, is standing right in front of me. I try to dash toward him, but since my legs are in the water they don’t seem to move quickly. Not even bothered about how slowly my feet are moving I still leap toward him in excitement. Since we were hugging I didn’t even realize that the neighing and running footsteps of the men’s horse were drawing closer to us.

“William! Get back here! You know that’s Melinda’s land!” Carefree young William raced through the field, closing in on Melinda´s apple orchard. Melinda was the evil fairy who owned 25 acres just outside the town. On her land was an orchard. In this orchard grew the finest apples in all of England. These large, sweet apples were desired by any who laid eyes on them. The only problem was Melinda… She cursed anyone who dared step foot on her land, especially her cherished apple orchard.

Throughout the years my siblings and I have been in many different performances, whether for dance, tumbling, or acting. Now, with all these performances there have been at least a few mishaps. One particular incident I remember quite well happened when I was playing the role of Jo March in the play Little Women.

Out in the night Roger waiting for his next victim Mrs. Jones walks past and there he goes as fast as his small, nimble body could carry him, he grabs the purse and with all the weight of her unintendedly heavy pocket book and her heavy self he fell fast. Roger starts to understand what just happens, but it was too late, he was already being held by his collar. Roger started to feel hot in the face in which he figured they could easily see, but all he wanted was to be let go. Mrs. Jones started ranting again about how his face was dirty, but that didn’t matter to him, he had even told her he wasn’t hungry that was a bad lie, he was starving, but no matter what he could not change Mrs. Jones mind he was going home with her to wash his face and eat some nice food he stared at the door as she turned him loose but he didn’t run so he washed his face. Roger sat where she could not see him and decided to move to show trust.

“I think you owe it to Jefferson,” Vivian told me one out of the blue, “He’d want for you to read it. He told Paul to give it to you on that day.” We had been sitting in sitting room, watching the kids keep to themselves on the floor. I knew what she was talking about. She wanted me to read Jefferson’s journal.

“Drew, you know grandma loved you so, so much,” my mom tells me in the most heartbroken tone, one which I had heard only once before when my grandpa had died.

I wish I could’ve done something differently, I wish I knew my daughter had these crazy thoughts in her head. How could I have never noticed? How could I not notice the tension between my own two children. It all started Friday afternoon during lunch, Jill, Jack, my husband Jessie and I were all sitting at our old barn wood dinner table, In the middle of our formal dining room with light grey walls and deep red accent wall. On that wall we have a bunch of picture of Jack and Jill growing up, most of them are Jack but no one ever seems to notice. We don't have too many picture considering Jack and Jill are only 13 and haven’t gone to any school dances. They are both very similar looking as babies, same weight, same green eyes, brown hair and

By now you probably know the truth about your father, Phyllis and myself. If not, I think I should be the one to tell you. Let me start off by saying that I fell in love with you. You are such a modest, young, beautiful girl that I grew very fond of. Also, I am sorry. Sorry for what you are going through now on your own. I hope you can find some inner peace and forgiveness in your heart. Which I know you will.

SNAP! “What was that,” I asked my cousin Charlie. “I don't know,” he said in a scared voice. We looked around trying to see where the noise came from. We heard footsteps coming our way so we turned and ran as fast as our feet could take us. We stopped to take a breath next to a fallen tree with a hole small enough for me to crawl in. I looked at the tree and pointed to it to show Charlie where we could go. We heard the footsteps getting closer so I made Charlie go in the log first then i took one last look and crawled in.