Wendy's Monologue

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.

Jennifer: "You're right mother, Monica do looks like a nice body to have fun with, but I preferred to have her daughter. It would be nice to lose my virginity again, with that nice tight fertile pussy."

We arrived with a slight jerk and then a sudden halt. The first to get out is Alex, Alice follows close behind and holds onto Alex’s hand as she gets out and I take Owens. I can tell from this short time that Alice slightly fancied Alex, but you had to be really naive to ever think you had a chance with royalty as a peasant. The mansion is large and all white, it’s roof supported by six large pillars. When I turn my head, I see a small garden on the right side of the yard but the plants in it look out of the ordinary, some are vibrant colors such as neon pinks, some have a small glow, others are almost as big as the carriage itself. Around the perimeter was a small white fence with a sign that says: CAUTION MAGIC HERB GARDEN. Curious, I begin

I remember walking through the doors of my high school and feeling a mixture of dread and excitement settle heavily somewhere between my throat and my gut. This was not the first time, nor the last time that I experienced what most people would call butterflies, except in my case it felt more like the butterflies were nukes playing tag, and the aftershocks were giving me the shakes. Due to my inability to talk to my fellow classmates without feeling like a leaf in the middle of a hurricane, I came to the conclusion that the only way to get rid of this fear was to face it head on, so that’s exactly what I did.

It was December fourth, two thousand fourteen; a sad, scary day for sure. This day was the day Amy LaVancha was diagnosed with cancer. Hodgkin's Lymphoma cancer. Though this cancer has an eighty six percent survival rate after five years, it was still super scary.

I have been watching her for weeks, and today was the big day, the day I took her to become a part of my perfect family. When I first seen her in the flower shop buying Lilly’s I knew she was the best candidate to join my family of flowers. A beauty like her, I knew she just had to be the purest woman to ever exist, could replace my last Lilly any day, it being said, the last Lilly was not as pure as I hoped, and sadly I had to put that beloved family member of mine down. I also wanted her to be Lily because she was the most stunning woman I had ever seen with her chocolatey brown eyes and her short curvy body. Today she was wearing her club clothes, which was a tight dress that was also a little too short, it was a little skimpy, but it was

It’s them sycamores I remember. An’ the river, runnin’ deep and green, tinkling jus’ like the way Aunt Clara’s house keys used to when she was out on the porch about to unlock the front door. I’d hide my mouse in my pocket whene’er I heard them jinglin’ keys, because Aunt Clara ne’er liked ’em rodents hangin’ around her house. I was a smart boy, I really was.

Leaves crunched under my feet as I ran from the police officer. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied a set of rectangular eyes on a porch. I ran to the door and knocked. “Trick or treat!” A hand reached out and placed a handful of candy corn in my bag. Soon my brother caught up, light from the full moon reflected off his plastic badge. Reaching in my bag I found grabbed some interesting feeling triangular candies and popped them in my mouth. Tonight my candy corn addiction had started.

They've been drinking. What started as a few sips of mulled wine with their winter solstice celebration had quickly became a few glasses once Master Hawkeye went upstairs to be alone with his memories. They laugh, cheeks rosey and tongues heavy. He can’t imagine he could be sitting any closer to her, and with every chuckle and belly shaking laugh, their shoulders brush against each other. They're under a thick afghan, thighs pressed against each other from knee to hip, feet dangling off the couch and tangling up every so often.

Evan watched the scenery flow by in a blur of color. His eyes grew heavy and the pounding in his head was unbearable. The train rocketed through mile after mile of undulating prairie grasses. Touched by the colors of autumn, the fields glowed like fire. The monotonous view and rocking train soon caused the boy to give into the sleep he both craved, and feared. And again he dreamed…

I would have this answer in a matter of moments. The Tutsis took me to a clearing on the beaches of Lake Kivu. I looked around and realized that we were close to the neighboring country. I saw a wide landscape without major obstacles and wondered what it meant. The guerrillas were tense; however, tough men are used to facing bad times. President Paul Kagame handed me his weapon, whispered in my ear and pointed to the Congo, and at a military village, precisely. Then, I knew why I was there: they gave me a target of opportunity, a prominent Hutu official, who was on the other side of the lake, wearing medals and insignias. I stretched my fingers and took some deep breaths a few times. I placed a homemade projectile into the rifle, a redeeming bullet, once kissing its vile metal. I estimated the distance across us and the strength of the wind, making a ritual to focus on myself. I did not want to miss that shot. Perhaps, I would not have another opportunity like that. In my thoughts, I saw dead Twas children lying on the ground, raped women, and tears coming out of Rose Kabaguyois's eyes. Nevertheless, having painful images in my head, I could not succeed. Therefore, I thought about flowers. The

I cut Jack off, as I dreadfully ask him, "What. What happened yesterday." Did they change something about the plan without telling me?

Another thing that struck me is that Chaplain Tanya did not keep notes. I marveled at how she was able to keep information straight. For me, I can barely remember what I did two days ago. In reflecting on the notion that I may have to “remember” tons of, I started to feel anxious and I was on the verge of doing what I do best – talk myself out of becoming a caregiver. Chaplain Tanya assured me that when the time came for me to walk in my vocation, I would know how to prioritize. Although I am not completely convinced that she is right, I remain excited about this journey that I am on and I look forward to what’s

The pearl, in my opinion, was not evil, it was bait. It lured bystanders in as a test. It reminds be of the trails to get to heaven; it was made to entice the greedy and selfish so they may be punished. Those who can keep away the destructive thinking of power and riches get rewarded. It was a standard to leech out the sinners.

Before I came home, the town already knew For I have found the Pearl in a big sea of blue. I suspected some evil arising but that couldn't be For I have found the Pearl of the World, just take a look and see!