Alrudia Monologue

As you walk down the ally it rains, it is night you should not be out here everyone knows that except you. You are just visiting from acrost the bay. Tonight while walking back to your car, you relise that your car was stolen. All that's left is your keys in your right pocket next to your phone and a peice of gum. Then just as you think that it just can't get worse, a mugger comes up from behind you. He puts his gun to your stomach and says " We both want something the other person can provide, I want money and you don't want to get filled with led, so..." after that all you hear is a scream. You look up and all you see is somthing unhuman this creature had long pointed ears, it had wings that were 6 ft across, and you can already see the

May 23 Like any other day I went to see Algernon. I visit him occasionally and today I saw him running his wheel really fast. He was doing this to get the cheese hanging in the top. Usually it takes him about 5 minutes to get the cheese but today it took him like 3 minutes. I can infer the mouse is getting smarter.

Watch out, here I am in Felicia! I'm the one and only, Waldo the hookworm. I enter through a mouth. Then I go straight to the small intestine.

MH2 knew there was a little boy called Farley who would need help soon; but before you hear about him perhaps you can just imagine Yasmin Aralia with her spiky hair and silvery-grey coat and, most of all, her deep brown eyes. Before you go to sleep think about how happy Lillian and Bugle are now they have this wonderful new friend. Close your eyes and see how they will all wake up tomorrow to start a new life together. Somewhere between dreaming and waking maybe you will find a Mevali hound too.

The smell of burning flesh is repugnant. It lingers on every street corner, on every piece of cloth, in every shallow breath. The sky is red. Glowing through black clouds that are heavy with the ashes of those who have stopped screaming. More than three thousand tonnes of high explosive bombs are dropped. Again. Again. Again. Just like dust caught in a sunbeam, the ash swirls a slow descent. The air pulls in. Pauses. Pressure building. The blood in your veins almost recoils, your brain bruised in your skull. A moment of vertigo. Then nothing but noise. Loud. Angry. Ringing. And pain, so much pain. Screams rise, the crescendo approaches. Hellfire rips through the buildings, the sky, the people, your heart. This city is a firestorm.

I became infatuated with them at an early age. Video games are what got me by. They’re portals to an incalculable magnitude of realities, universes, lives. Doors to worlds that can feel so legitimate to a player, that can sculpt who they become.

This piece of evidence is a very important monologue in this story. Helena has convinced herself that if she betrayed Helena, she would get Demetrius’s love. This is sneaky in many different ways. Hermia told her the information because she thought that she could trust her friend but Helena went behind her back to find

When after quite a while Gracia and I could talk alone for a moment, I commented her those thoughts of mine, and she warned me:

She brought out a Blue ruby charm. she held in her hands and began to so some word in a different language. the Chrystal began to glow a bright white light. then whoso Avanah opened her eyes and was in a great hall lined with various statues. There was a thick velvet carpet on the floor and marble under the carpet. She was home  she walked into the living room where her father stood waiting. He said i forbid you from going to the human world ever again She looked up and began cry she ran and fell into her fathers arms. She said that she had to take the money she gave it to a poor family on the corner she explained. He had sympathy but was still stern. He said what if they had taken you and found you power. Dad i was scared it i just had to

As soon as my eyes woke up to the bitter cold of the night and stars covered by black blanket of clouds, I knew that this was it. I had tried to prepare myself that day, but I was at school when it happened. The moment the intercom came over the classroom, “Hailey Wooldridge needs to come the office, her mom is here to check her out,” my heart stopped. I was able to make it to the office without losing my composure, but as soon as my eyes met my mom standing there with tears in hers I lost it. Right there standing in the school office, the food gates of heaven opened up in my eyes and I could not stop the rivers from flowing. My best friend since kindergarten had died. All the planning of moving in together when we went to college was down the drain. The late nights of watching horribly filmed scary movies was done. My heart was broken, and the pieces are still not taped together properly. Two days later was her funeral. Her mother had asked me to say a couple of words about her during the service, but the thought of standing next to her lifeless body talking about her and not to her made everything seem surreal. By the power of prayer and numerous amounts of tears, I stood up from my seat and walked lifelessly to the podium that viewed hundreds of people waiting to see what I had to say. I do not know how I got through that speech without hysterically crying, but somehow, I talked like I was having a conversation with Serra once again. In front of me, I

Pressed against the cold wall, I emitted a set of vehement screams. I struggled against my shackles, rattling them vigorously. I let forth more screams, as a frigid object was thrust mere inches from my face. The motion recurred, but this time, the blade slashed off my ear. I howled in torment, feeling the blood gush from my wound, hoping that someone would hear my agonizing pleas and rescue me. Each time I screamed, my shouts echoed back, surpassing my own in volume. The imitations continued relentlessly as I attempted to shout more forcefully. I shouted until only one stone remained in the wall my betrayer, Montresor, was building around me. I no longer had hope, the fight was dying from me. Surely this was just a joke, a frivolous farce?

Sitting in my room is all I do everyday every minute of the day that I don’t spend at school. I usually spend time with my sister and do our homework together. She’s a senior so she helps me through all the hard school homework. Everyone says that Peyton and I are so similar but we have two different personalities, she’s the smart fashioned one, and i’m the laid back chill one. But we do look a lot alike, she has brown hair and I have blonde hair but our faces are identical. Our different personalities don’t always mix so good we fight sometimes, but now it seems like we fight everyday about anything. The distance forming between us is actually really depressing. We never talk anymore I have no clue what’s going on in her life she doesn’t even

I can't believe that after nine months, after all those bad night I spent, they just took my child away. What do they know, there was nothing wrong with him, he looked fine. The worst part is, I can't do anything about it. I saw as that young Spartiate took him away, he carried him as if he was nothing. I understand, that our society does not allow it. That the reason why it is not allowed is because he is seen as a waste of food and resources, but that is my kid, I miss him. My child is a high price to pay but then again, this lifestyle that we live is given to us by the same people who took him. The gerousia gives us these slaves that do our work and feed us. They allow us to enjoy life with minimum. They must know what they are doing. No they don't, who are they to tell me that there is something wrong with my child.

Today Miss Kinnian came to see me. I didn't knew why but she wanted to talk with me. I felt that it was very seriously. I’d never felt that before. When she came, she pulled me into my room and wanted to talk about the episode yesterday at the party. I started to say what happened and then she said let's go to the laboratory and have some races with Algernon. I was happy because now I liked to race with him unlike I hated it before. I think it's because I'm so smart now that I can beat him. When we arrived at the laboratory something was wrong because Dr. Strauss and Dr. Nemur were sad. I asked them why they were sad. They said it was because Algernon passed away. I got shocked. I also got a lot of thoughts in my head about how he died. Was

Absentia is ever present where matters of the heart are concerned- however it was not Louis nor Boudreaux that occupied my thoughts or that my body longed for- no, it was her- the flaming haired beauty whose touch had been as fleeting as a summer rain, but soaked deeper than a slow long drizzle that lasted all the day long. Those few hours with her haunted my every waking moment once I left Boudreaux’s plantation. I wanted her lips- her tongue - I wanted to feel her touch on my flesh again. I wanted to touch her- to taste her sweet juices. Come dark, cloaked in the garments of a commoner, I prowled the city streets in search of her. I felt her near several times but when I searched the darkened doorways and alleyways, I did not find her. On one occasion, I come upon two men embracing- their lips searching each other’s; their hands frantically tugging at the others clothing. Fascinated, I stepped into the shadows to watch. I knew what they were feeling; the need, the insatiable hunger; I had