Wizard Of Earthsea Monologue

The scene starts off by Spongebob and Patrick screaming as they are being pulled out of the fish tank they are being held captive in. The scuba-diver, Spongebob and Patrick in hand, marches over to a table lit with a lamb, each step thumbing across the wooden floor. Spongebob and Patrick, the lamps intense heat bearing down on them, begin to sweat and dry up. The scuba-diver laughs menacingly. He then proceeds to take a book and close the door to the bathroom. As they lay in the gift shop, shriveling up from the heat of lamp, Spongebob and Patrick realise that they have made it to Shell City. Overcome with joy, they began to sniffle and a single tear forms in an eye from both. Spongebob and Patrick sing as loud as they can, “I’m a goofy goober,

When Stanley first got to Camp Green Lake he was timid, apprehensive, and hesitant, but now he’s dauntless, sympathetic, and worthy.

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.

In the novel, A Wizard of Earthsea, Ged encountered many difficult situations that challenged him not only physically, but mentally. These situations troubled him, as well as the people around him including his friends, enemies, and acquaintances. As he aged throughout the book, his level of maturity increased and he began to handle his challenges with wisdom and rationality. Each of his challenges contributed to his character and helped him progress in terms of his skills and morals as a wizard.

Hotspur was so frustrated after talking to Henry IV that he paced on the platform during this scene. When Hotspur was really angry he would walk over to where the king had exited and yell, but then as he calmed down when he walk back over to his father. The audience could sympathies with Hotspur’s anger, because it seemed like his voice was not being heard by the king. Through the innocent and frustrated tone in Billy’s voice audience members joined Hotspur in being mad at the kingBilly had a stern face instead of his habitual smily face to reflected all the angry Hotspur was feeling. Each time Hotspur moved to where the king exited and yell, the audience started to see Henry IV as being the villain. Even when Billy just gesturing to the

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.

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.

Loved ones, I welcome you all to this sorrowful place, to say goodbye to my beloved daughter, Juliet. If Juliet was here with us today, she would be more than overwhelmed with the audience attending her funeral. Standing here before you today is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Words cannot describe the sorrow and loss I am feeling. Juliet was my wife and I’s dearest, only child. She meant the world to us. A very obedient child, yet extremely strong in her dedication to love, rarely disobeying our wishes, only once... For her darling husband Romeo.

I’m currently a seagull, since I’m lazy, creative, and loud. I’m lazy because almost every weekend I barely move and I sleep almost the whole weekend. Not to mention I’m a pro at procrastinating, and waiting until the last second to do homework and projects. I’m creative because if you didn’t know I really like to draw and I have to be creative to do that. Lastly, I’m loud because when I’m around my friends I’m very, very loud. (teachers you wouldn’t know this.).

I, Lady Capulet am a parent, a friend, and a confidant. That at least is what I hoped my child saw me as. Clearly she did not. Juliet kept secrets from me and went against my wishes, which is why I blame my daughter for her own demise.

The next day Lennie and I enter a bunkhouse room with whitewashed walls and unpainted floor. There were about eight bunks, some have blankets some don’t, over each bunk there were these apple box that were made to put in our own personal belongings. There was also little regular daily life’s supplies in the room, including razors, magazines, medicines and all kind of stuff loaded in the shelve, there were even a big table for playing cards. As the old man address Lennie and I into this new work place, he give us instruction to where we will be resting tonight, he told us that the boss was expecting us last night and will be furious if find us there this morning, I walk over the bed and suddenly I see a yellow can on the ground, now I wonder what kind of disgusting bed is he giving us?

Hawthorne could feel her arousal through the thin fabric of her dress, and panties she wore underneath. His body pressed to hers, with the whip between her thighs, and his palm against her. His eyes glowed with lust, and the direction which slipped from his mouth was uttered in a guttural, breathless whisper. His need to see her naked, to touch and spank and flog her was as great, if not greater, than her own. "Bend over, and remove the dress." His free hand hooked into her hair, as stared directly at her gorgeous face, unblinking, expecting her to acquiesce to his demand. That's what she desired wasn't it; what she'd asked for, and wanted from the moment she'd discovered the X on the wall?

I am a stump no leaves for me I sit as low as the grass, no longer am I a tree I was chipped at chopped at killed and gone And now I sit here on your lawn I’ll never give up I’ll reach to the sky Though the weeds and moss cover me I’ll still have to try My life is ruined my beauty has shrivelled

I hated these white walls. I hated these Stepford Wife magazines. I generally hated hospitals altogether. When you first walk in a hospital, it’s like you're either walking in for a miracle or you’re walking in for your awaited coffin. I’ve been in and out of hospitals for awhile now, so I have seen the radiants of life and the darkness of death. I’m like you, Tin Man, I need a heart transplant. I’ve been waiting for my own Great and Powerful Oz to give me a heart for about a year now. I simply went to the ‘why me’ charade and had been shoved with Hallmark greeting cards from people. My family, my own flesh and blood, didn’t know how to approach me without some kind of an ignorant barrier. My older brother, Eugene, he didn’t have any imaginary armour on or a puppet smile for show. He came into my hospital room one time at night, a little bit tipsy, and said something so heartfully sugar-coated: “You have a big heart, little sister, that’s why you need a bigger heart to take in your engaging compassion for others. You’re no saint, but you’re a wonderful person, and I need you to fight against your painful heart because you will be dreadfully miss if you’re gone.”

I promised myself that when she woke up the next day we would start our new life without fear of the evil creature ever being in our lives. I knew he was going to show up, he made a promise when he said he'd be with me on my wedding night. So there I was pacing up and down the lonely halls of the mansion. Inspecting every corner that might inhabit my enemy. Taking meticulous steps forward, peeking out the windows to see the faint images of trees covered by the thick fog. Looking over my shoulder now and then expecting a surprise attack. The fiend was nowhere to be found, I began to assume that some fortunate chance had intervened to prevent the execution of his menaces, that's when my heart dropped, my breath and very muscle suspended.