Brian Rigshaw Monologue

It all started the day I died. I think I should formally introduce myself, My name was Craig Crow and I lived in Alabama on a corn farm with my wife and two beautiful twin sons. We lived in a house with 3 bedrooms and a very small crawl space in the attic. The barn was old with bright red paint and big white sliding doors, we owned 2 horses, one for me and one for my son. The only way for us to get into town was a small green beaten up pickup truck that had been passed down for generations. The house had been passed down just like the truck had been and my whole family is buried here, including my wife and I.

Twenty years ago Jimmy Wells wanted to meet me at this place twenty years from now. Now he has caught me because he knew I was a thief .

Marcus creeps up, slowly dribbling the ball looking at me like I’m his prey. He shoots.

Inspector Male, I just wanted to reach out and let you know the amazing efforts of Andrew Crowe and Greg MacArthur on Monday December 28th. Sorry for the long winded e-mail but I think it’s necessary.

I watched helplessly as Dean Moxley, the infamous Kronosville Killer, shoots him in the head. “Oopsies!” he yells. Enraged, I grab my gun off the floor and shoot him. He grabs his leg as he falls down. I rush over to the body and call for backup. It’s finally over. But at a great cost.

Greenville. Even the name sounds innocent. Or at least innocent enough to fool people. But look a bit closer, everything isn't as it seems. And if you look close enough you can see the demons hiding in the shadows.

"Bye mom!" I yell as I walk out the door on my way to school. My mom reminds

I see people go through there Dailey routine like they are robots They're faces have no expressions and they have no thoughts Like an assembly line they organize Who knows what they see If I stepped in there shoes how would I see me Are they human Do they have a brain Are they being controlled, like someone controls an animal with rains I won't ever know what it's like to not be me

The beginning I lived in a little town in texas only having 250 residence and i was one of them just at the beginning my adulthood and I finished school just 3 years back. I had life going great until that night when I died and it was all caused by my rival “Willy Morgan” when he came to my house looking for a fight and i gave it to him it was a fist fight it was the brawl of the century until Willy took out a knife when i saw the knife I quickly grabbed a glass bottle and whacked him right on the cheekbone causing a deep cut on his cheek, blood dripped on the floor boards he was furious he stabbed me once in the heart and it was over. Now that i’m a ghost I’ve dedicate my whole life to haunt Willy Morgan and that’s just what i’m going to do

It had been a nice sunny warm weathered day here in Mississippi. It had been for a while now and everyone had been outside working, harvesting, and growing their cotton, it had been a little tough for our family after the depression. Cotton prices had been lowered and it had just been hard for everyone around this town. We are white and I guess we have a little more than most folks especially them colored folks. There is this family the Logan family first things first their black

Face pale with terror, Adam's shaky hand moved to switch on the bedside lamp. Images of Fire and Brimstone, and writhing figures, - men, women and children all - screaming in pain as flames consumed their bodies, flowed through his mind. Eyeballs exploded, and liquefied flesh oozed into fiery lava pits, leaving nothing but a collapsed pile of charred bones on the ground before moments later the victim's human form was resurrected in its entirety, and subjected to the same agonising fate again. Over and over, ad infinitum.

My fireman Mr. Guy Montag failed to show up to work today. I visited him at his house and he was feeling slightly unwell. But, oh, trust me, I knew better. He had started wondering about books and I sensed it right away. I told him it was normal for firemen to go through a book speculating phase. Boy, I gave him a whole speech about it. I knew he had stolen books and I firmly told him he had a 24 hour period to go through them before he would return them for incineration. I’ll monitor him and see how this goes.

DudeTacular It killed my family. It was TheBrokenBone! I was 10 so what could I do, I ran. I ran all the way to my house

I stopped dying my hair violet five years later, after the accident. Despite that, the paparazzi that followed me endlessly and myself are the only people in this seven billion populated world that know the truth. It was no accident. I was miserable. I hated my life.

One cold winter day me and my best friend Logan went to skyzone. We went because it was a cold day and there was nothing to do.When we first got there we had to register in so we couldn't sue them if we broke a bone or something.