Does Ornery Make Me Monologue

I know you said you just got out of a long lived marriage, and you just want to be friends, but I can’t live with that. Whenever I look into your eyes I get butterflies in my stomach just like a young school boy with his first crush. And it isn’t only when I’m with you, that’s the thing, . Every dream I’ve had since the day I met you has been about you, and me, and us. I just can’t get you out of my head. It sounds so cliche but I don’t know any other way to put it. I may not have ever been in love before, and I have never understood what people mean when they talk about love, but if this isn’t love I don’t know what it is. There isn’t anything else it could be, like the way I feel a longing to be with you and the joy I feel about our future. And whatever this feeling is, it’s intense.” Archie was on a full out rant of love for Cinderella but paused when he noticed Cinderella beginning to tear up. “Did I say something wrong?” He continued.

Due to the Anti-Muslim sentiments rising around the United States, many American Muslims have been killed, or severely wounded in hate crimes. Asma Jama, a Muslim woman, was having dinner with her family in an Applebee's restaurant as she was approached by a woman who was upset over the fact that Asma was not speaking English. The situation escalated, and “As Jama waited for her pasta Alfredo, a woman at a nearby booth smashed a beer mug in her face” (Ibrahim). Asma was left heartbroken and confused as blood poured out of the deep cuts on her lip. Amidst the increasing Islamophobia, it is the women who faced the most hate, and are more likely to become victims of Islamophobic attacks. Women who wear the burqa, a popular type of clothing in

I was literally done with Ecolab’s excuses so I called and asked for a quote from Massey and a gentleman stopped by today we went over the property.. Attached document is a copy of the quote that I was giving by the Massey represented.

There are times I miss you so much, I wish I could remember where I hid your body. I remember the night, cold and dark. An owl hoots in the distance. If only I could remember where you were. I always liked the night and so did you. Every week we took walks through the forest behind Old Man Smith’s home and talked about what had happened that week. All of that changed once you started dating her. First, you stopped walking with me then you stopped talking to me. In the end, you stopped noticing me in general. I was jealous. I mean who wouldn’t be; you were perfect. Dark hair swept back, tan skin, deep blue eyes. Everything perfect. But she took you away from so I got revenge. I wanted to kill her but I thought of something else that would cause her more pain. After a month of plotting, I realized I didn’t care about you at all anymore, but I still wanted her to pay. Sometimes I regret what I did. She still seems to be happy even though I took you away from her like she did to me. That night that I invited you to walk with me I thought you would reject me but to my surprise, you agreed. Revenge is going to be sweet tonight, I told myself. I went home and put together a backpack. Bug spray, an extra jacket, a water bottle, and a serrated knife went into the backpack. I met you behind the rickety barn on Old Man Smith’s property like we used to. I smiled at you and you did your once cute smirk back at me. You held out your hand and I reluctantly took it. Hand in hand we strolled through the forest. You told your cheesy jokes and I

The helplessness I felt as I sat clenching my head in the murky, brisk night. The words “ I will always love you no matter what”, repeatedly played in my head like my favorite melody. The feeling of your hands riveting my face as you gave me one last kiss overwhelmed me with heartache. The pessimistic stare you gave me as you proceeded to say, in a sorrow manner, “Goodbye Jo”, haunted me forever. The moment I never thought would come about came into prospective right then, you were no longer mine.

Hiding in this damn room is a stupid idea but I really don’t have a choice in the matter. Not after everything that’s happened today. The Division Leaders are here and this is where Jensen put me, out of sight and away from prying eyes. It’s probably for the best, considering that Samuel possibly believes that I’m unconscious thanks to Doctor Estin. Unless the doctor told him that his plan went wrong. I don’t believe Estin did though. He would be to scared that Samuel would take his daughter off ice. He wouldn’t risk it.

I never believed that I’d ever be able to escape my past; and I was right.

Hi, Mrs. Margaret. This is Jacqi. Malcolm gave me your number, I hope that's okay. He told me to let you know that he made it to Hungary in one piece, and that he's going to try and get his phone situation taken of tomorrow so he can talk to y'all as soon as possible. He miss you and Laura and sends his love. Anyway. I hope you're having a good evening, I'll talk to you later.

Searing pain overcomes his hand. The insentient cement wall absorbs another powerless blow. Blood drips from his knuckles’ newly formed cut. However, he isn't fazed by the aching hand. His brown eyes’ stare seeming almost broken, yet filled with fear. A silence surrounds the stage like London fog, making it hard to breathe. The once faithful brown eyes have now dissolved into gushing tears, releasing the fear, the pain, and the complete brokenness. However, this feeling will always remain centered . He will never forget his crime... The lights slowly fade, beams are holding onto every bit of light as if it's life or death. Nobody except left on the stage.

I came around the large tent to see the bright lights that illuminated the field. Less people lingered around for the games and food sold in carts scattered about, but well over a hundred guests still remained. Music played, but I could barely hear it over the noisy people, talking and laughing without a care in the world. Kids won little prizes and ate pink cotton candy spun just for them. Smiles lit up their faces, and that made me smile, too. I enjoyed their happiness. It meant all was right with the world.

Tell me where you hide your heart. If it’s in the ocean I would dive into the Mariana Trench. If it’s in the sky I would tie a rope around the moon. I would dig my hands into the pit of my stomach, and search for my soul-that is where I think I left your soul. I'm sorry. I am lying to you. I can't do any of those things. I am just a man. But if love were a factor I would give you every one of mine. I would give you all of my loves. I would write you poems, I would wash your panties and put the babies to bed. Much later, much much later. There is much us time I want to chew up. I would thatch my fingers in your hair. I’ll by tampons and all your womanly products. But I won’t clean your hair from the sink. I just won’t do that. That’s nasty.

I wiped away the tears brought on my my fathers words. Kill yourself. I thought that i would always have him, if no one else. I looked up and stared into his eyes. Blue like mine and id never hated anything as much as those eyes. They were cold and merciless. I pushed back more tears and felt the sting of regret. Why did i think hed understand me? I thought telling him i was gay would help our relationship but never had i been so wrong. I choked on the thousand things i wanted to say and he shook his head at me. "Maybe i will..." i stammered before running out into the cold night air. Why me? Why couldn't i look at a girl and want her? Why is it that only another man can make me feel love so truly? It was passed midnight by the time i got to

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.

Each reader if effected differently by the texts they have the opportunities to study and to each the most influential authors and texts will vary. Throughout the study of the school year and the many texts represented in the curriculum several can be seen as exemplar texts which have made an important and lasting impact on society and literature. In consideration of this fact, five texts stand above the rest including The Iliad, Plato’s Republic, Beowulf, Paradise Lost, and A Modest Proposal. Each text influenced the world after it was written and continues to be taught in great detail, separating it from texts of lesser importance. The emphasis of these texts throughout the curriculum is clear and continuously these texts and their authors reemerge in other works of literature. However, the influence and importance of each text can only be determined by the readers as they are the ones to feel the effect. It is these five previously mentioned texts that possibly have had the greatest impact on the culture, history, and literature of not only their geographical locations but on the world as a whole.

Timing of senescence can lead to overall yield decline, especially if it occurs during a critical period like grain-filling. In the present study, we shed light on addressing problems associated with early senescence, through characterization of microbial communities in the rhizosphere of rice isogenic lines at grain-filling stage. We further correlated some physiological traits associated with early senescence and the identified root microbiome. Our results are unique in that they revealed that changes in plant genotype related to senescence may shape the root microbiome, in addition the combined action of genotype and pH interactions is assumed to drive microbial diversity and composition in the rhizosphere soil. RDA ordinations