Airplane 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,

I will miss watching you run to the truck as I pulled up; I always liked seeing you too. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you. I hate cars. I hate this world. I'm glad I got to know you though. Lifting your little body up from the side of the road, your blood dripped down on my feet. I stopped short of washing it all off; I don't know why. I layed you in the corner of the backyard, just down the fence from where I buried Cali. It's a nice place with a sweet smell of the honeysuckle that climbs the fence, and squirrels and rabbits and birds congregate around; there's a lot of baby birds learning to fly this time of year. I imagined seeing you again someday, perhaps at that very spot, where, there must have been a tree at one time; I hit root

Glowing You knocked me sideways When you said that you were leaving. You knocked me over When you cried and told the truth.

On reaching his plane seat a man is surprised to see a parrot strapped in next to him. He asks the stewardess for a coffee where upon the parrot squawks "And get me a whisky you cow!" The stewardess, flustered, brings back a whisky for the parrot and forgets the coffee. When this omission is pointed out to her the parrot drains its glass and bawls "And get me another whisky you idiot". Quite upset, the girl comes back shaking with another whisky but still no coffee.

“Not ones our age.” I pegged him at no more than early thirties, but that could be due to the scruff coating his jawline.

Hey, how are you all doing out there ? Well, me I have just been trying to stay healthy and keep my head high so I can make it back to the only thing I have and that’s you all “my family”. I try not to think about you all too much because when I think about what's going on out there it makes me mad and I am so tired ‘’omg’’. We don't eat that much during war but when we get back to the base we eat pretty good, well actually really good. I notice that a lot of people donate food and medicine and first-aid kits too. I just got an Lee-Enfield rifle and it's a pretty nice gun, it can hold 10 bullets. I just been waiting to use it on, Germany, Austria-Hungary and the Ottoman Empire against the Allied forces of Great Britain, and there are some

She kept on thinking. I wonder how things will turn out? She felt nervous and anxious for school today, like she did everyday.

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 walk into my room and throw my bag carelessly on the floor. I’ll study later. I don’t go to my bed but move over to my window and stand there, not knowing exactly why. I open the windows, and even though it’s the middle of winter, the cold wind is most welcome here. I feel my hair blowing around my face and I know it’s going to get impossibly tangled but I don’t care. My lips are dry and too thin top isn’t doing much to keep me warm but I still don’t care. I’m not really sure where my thoughts are taking me but I’m already gone.

Then they went away for the weekend, mom and dad, and things got bad, real bad. I thought things were bad before, but that weekend was hell. My parents arrived home to flashing blue and red lights and me crying on the doorstep; all cuts and bruises and torn clothes and him being bundled into the back of a police car.

So Mister T, another night of insomnia not unusual except it was you that I was thinking about , which to some degree was a welcome deflection from my usual reasons for not getting to sleep. One of my coping strategies has been to get up and write in the dark if I’ve been awake for more than 90 mins. It's 4.00am the witching hour between deep sleep and depressive wakefulness. The foxes are squealing (argh) the rain is lightly drumming my skylights (so lovely), it's one of the other reasons I bought this house and slept in the bedroom up 4 flights of stairs in my old house when I was on crutches! I so love listening to rain on the glass but still can explain why it makes me horny! Sorry, my brain is more monkey-like than normal.

And I've always known that you'd never care, but I'll be honest this is an all time low

The horn has already sounded and I’m still running. I can feel my blood pulsing in my ears. The sounds of useless advice feels the air. I continue to run. I come across a cave and ran into it. I gasp in shock and as I walk into a lab filled with mindless people editing videos. A film crew rushes at me and says, “If you were able to be in Divergent, which character would you be?” I shake my head in confusion. I attempt to back up slowly, but they grab me and place me in front of a computer and yell, “Edit!” The slam the headphones on my head and everything becomes a blur.

Ian Kershaw once said, “The road to Auschwitz was built by hate but paved with indifference.” He is one hundred percent accurate with his statement. Whilst the Nazi’s hated the people they were imprisoning is made it all the more worse when they gave no thought to the torture the non-Aryan’s were forced to endure. The imprisoned peoples pleas and prayers had no effect on their capturers. When they were dying of thirsty, hunger, lack of sleep, etc. and needed help, none of the soldiers even thought of trying to aid them in any way.

abuse and sometimes death to the researchers subjects. If you were to look at the