Bianca Monologue

Edwin entered the site, payed his one month admission and created a profile, his picture was of his 2002 fishing trip, he wrote his information and waited, his head close to the screen of his computer and his fingers sweating, he waited for 2 hours until he got a response, her name was Natalie, and they were supposed to meet at a fancy restaurant at noon, for some odd reason, Natalie’s profile was a picture of Sofia Vergara in a swimsuit, Edwin however, didn’t know who Sofia Vergara was, so he thought that his date really looked like that. Edwin was a short, fat and funny looking guy, who really overestimated himself. He asked his boss to get out of work early in exchange of his winter vacations, his boss agreed, under his desk was a little

Thank you for your response and question. I could only hope that her family would notice she was not home. Now, how long would it take? I think maybe a few days depending on if she had things around the house that she had to do. I don’t know any other outcomes that come to mind when Connie is basically being forced in to this guy’s car to be driven to only god knows where to possibly be raped or murdered all because she was getting any kind of affection from her mother and aunt who were too busy comparing Connie to her sister. I wish we could have known how long has the house and Connie’s family been watch by this guy. I kind of wish this story had a better ending or maybe an alternate ending where she was able to get away and get help or Arnold’s

“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.

Alicia is a fairly tall individual standing at 1.78 with a slim body not weighing more then 76 kg. With her height coming mainly in her legs she often towers over people. Her arms are of a regular length going down to her hips. Her hands are very small almost too small in fact because of this she will often hide her hands from others when she can. Her hands aren't the only small part of her her feet and follow the same pattern. She has been wearing the same size shoes since she was 13 a fact she often tries to hide by buying larger shoe sizes and stuffing them hoping no one notices.

Scene: Came back home, Eric admitted that he raped Eva Smith while drunk. Mrs. Birling cried for what has happened, so Sheila took Mrs. Birling to the drawing room.[the candlelight was shaking in the shadow, the second hand on the clock raping quietly.]

Frances made a telephone call to one of her best friends who live in Manhattan. Her name was Christina. Frances started to tell Christina the whole situation between Michael and herself. Christina never met Michael before.

Over the course of this marking period I learned who i really am. I don't mean this in a “hippie” finding my inner chi way, and this isn’t a cliche filler either.

On a quiet day, long ago, a young girl sat in the field where her father worked. Bianca’s hair was long, dark, and coarse complementing her caramel skin. She sat, eyes closed, taking in the warm June day. The corn, the air and the soft songs that the workers sang in the fields made Bianca smile. “Bianca! cariño! It is time to go Bianca! Andale! ” yells her father from across the fields. She rises to her feet, brushes the red, clay dust off of her shawl, and begins to walk home. She walks hand in hand with her father as the sunset in Veracruz, Mexico sets. As they approach their humble home, the smell of enchiladas and frijoles wash over them. The savory aroma entrances Bianca and her father and as if it were planned a faint “Mmmmmmmm” slips between both of their lips under their breath.

When Lauren Bates spent the night alone in her tidy home that Thursday evening, she would’ve never thought she’d come to aid a girl who had witnessed her own parents’ murder.

I get less annoyed with people these days. And when they do manage to annoy me - I just write about them.

My fingers find the edge of the shutters and crack them open to show the dark, grim night. At this time I should see happy families with dizzy tired kids leaving the show grounds, but I don’t, I see war zone.

We feel that Ella has been in there for so long that her energy is getting weaker she is fading out and the other people next to her our stronger because they haven't been there as long or no one has visited them as often.This means they are coming into her brain and stealing her energy and interrupting. On page 12 the last paragraph it says, “It’s so weird. I think I’ve been dreaming all this time since you last talked to me. Is it really two years? Do you know, Glenn,what I think? I think that other people who are around me we seem to be progressively growing together. A Lot of my dreams aren't about me at all. Sometimes I'm a man and sometimes a little boy,sometimes i'm an old fat woman with varicose veins… and i'm in a place I've never

Deborah has no intentions of divorcing you. That’s it, Charles. That’s the reason why you seemed so dejected.

Today I was called to go to my house. When I got there my mother tells me, "someone is here to see you." A man told me to go in. When I went in it smelled like blood and roses, and also there was a little white haired man in the chair. When he turned around looking at me with those snakelike eyes. The person was President Snow. I was speechless and I couldn't believe that he is here. He told me to sit down. Then he told me what is going on, "I have a problem, and it all started when you pulled out those poisonous berries." People think it was a act of defiance not an act of love. There could uprising in district 12. I said,"What is to prevent, say, an uprising?" Then my mom brings in some tea and cookies. President Snow said, " Did your mother

You sit in your dark room, the only source of light seemed to be your lunchtop illuminating its dull light. You have lost track of the time, it would undoubtedly be past 10 PM, you’d confirm the time if you had the energy to look up at the clock. Or the digital clock on the lunchtop. You let out a long sigh, massaging your temples, only a while longer until Rose gets on. You tap a slow steady rhythm on the base of the laptop, staring blankly at the screen as if expecting that to prompt Rose’s log on message to ping up. Why are you so worked up over such a little game? Because, as news has it, the world stands on its last few months, and this game has said to be the last resort to a more comfortable life. If the idea of a ‘comfortable