Ivan Taylor Frank Monologue

My mom lost her mother at the tender age of five to uterus cancer. Her father wasn't in the picture any longer even though he lived in the same town. Abuelo Enrique would tell me some of the adventures that my mom got herself into, because of him I got to know my mom and I started to draw a picture of her, as a courageous young woman that would hit any guy that overpass with her or my aunt Pana (Abuelo Enrique's daughter). He would tell me these tales under a banana tree in his rocking chair with a glass of

While growing up several deaths that took place within my family. Some I had no idea who the people were but can clearly memorialize the funerals taking place and the reactions of those around me. Even though I cannot recall any memories of my great grandfather, I can remember when he passed away. Everyone was gathered at my great grandparents' house in Kerrville,

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.]

of Rip Van Winkle! However, my concern for this man and how he must feel to go to sleep young and wake up old and his life nearly over was too much for me. Thankfully, today I was sitting on the bottom row of the gym bleachers. Next, I hunched over and I threw up. I was sent home. I was only emotionally drained. I felt so bad for the puppet I had become sick. At home I was doing fine until my 6th grade brother came home. I sure looked up to by brother. I should as played basketball with me, often let me tag along to play with him and his friends. He looked out for me and I looked up to him. He walked in and proceeded to tell mom that right after the lyceum they had physical education. He was disgusted because the janitor had sprinkled

Today’s the day Fred. You can do this. You know the plan and you can do this. Remember the plan Fred. Firstly, I act nice and casual; ask good ol’ Ken how he’s been maybe? Would that be too obvious? Oh god, I’m over thinking this already. Okay stop, deep breath. Firstly, I’ll make general small talk and ask how he’s been going and maybe I’ll even ask about his dingy so I know how to work the damn thing when I kill him! Kill him? Do I really want this? I mean is this the right time and the right place? What if someone’s out there and sees’ me? Or, or what if it doesn’t go to plan and he survives? I could be put behind bars before I could even make it back to the shore! Oh no here I go again, I’m a nut for even thinking I could do this. But I have to do it. It’s always Ken this and Ken that, don’t I matter too? No, apparently not, there’s never anyone around to see me ever because no one cares about a broke. Now soon to be rich man when I get my hands on his dingy! Why am I so indecisive about this, I can’t kill a man? Especially a good guy like Ken? Oh for Christ’s sake Fred stop thinking about feelings, there are no feelings in this situation.

This day bestowed on me a person out of my past memories that I did not foresee coming back. It was late when whisper of news came to me that Nick Carraway would be back and a party would be held in his favor. As friends and family, is would a natural response to throw a welcome home party for someone who had been long gone. However that was not the intention the party was merely a gossip gathering disguised as a good gesture. Most of these people couldn’t care less about Nick, they were souls who feed off any sort of drama.

When I was 12 my grandfather died of cancer. I knew he was sick and was dying but we never discussed it. I was able to see my grandfather before he died and was able to attend his funeral. Two years later my grandmother died suddenly and we were able to attend his funeral. I vaguely remember attending a couple other funerals but I was really too young to understand what exactly was going on.

“Everything you want is on the other side of fear.” Jack Canfield. I faced my fear when I was seven. I knew this day was coming soon, so I had to stay alert and be ready. This was not a fear that I had to walk through, this was a fear that I had to persevere through. I had to conquer this or I would never become a famous drummer. The worry that had been raging on in me was drumming out on stage. Bilbo wanted to break through his fear too, but he had to take the time and try to get over it, and just go out and do it. If you want to conquer your fear, it takes time, belief, and a will that you can do

How could my wife, my small-innocent looking beautiful wife, Isabelle be a secret hired assassin that killed for a living and I didn't even know! This marriage is a lie, more than a lie, and now I was on my way home to kill, or be killed.

My hand skimmed the edges of the simple pine box that housed Papa's body. The dismal clouds that weighed heavily above seemed to parallel the gloom in my heart. Darkness appeared to overpower any light and like the absence of rain, my tears no longer stained my cheeks as well.

Jimmy in the water cycle! By:Immanuel Apodaca Dedicated to mom and dad This is Jimmy the water droplet. Jimmy is having some trouble.

I personally thought the love between Jimmy and the girl at home was confusing because I didn’t really see why it fit into the novel. Yes he did carry the letters around showing they talked and he talked about he loved her but she wasn’t going to marry because she was becoming a nurse but he still kept it in the novel and I don’t see why. If things didn’t work out for the two why would he keep it in the novel I mean yes it`s post to be about the war and war is not pretty and happy endings don`t come true. But it still doesn’t tell us why he left it in the book it left me confused why he did that. Also what left me confused when he was talking about him sitting in fox holes or just waiting I mean yes I see why he did it but just talking about

I clearly remember the day I found out about my granddad's passing. I was at school. It was a normal, joyful day. My dad was planning on picking me up, but instead my friend's mom picked me up. He would not tell me why, but I did not think much of it. I remember the car ride to my house. My friend's mom would not tell me why she was driving me home; all she told me was, "Just know, Ryan, that we will be here for you no matter

I never really knew my father when I was growing up. I was raised by my mother and my little brother's side of the family. My own family was across the ocean in California. By the time I was nine I

I never knew what it was like to lose someone you really care about and have known your entire life, until I, only a 13 year old girl had experienced it. After this experience I knew that I had wanted to become the type of person who will succeed and do the best I can in school, after I had been told the most grieving news, my father passed away. Only 2 months ago, never would I have imagined that this would happen to me. I had the most funniest, caring, loving, joyful father that anyone could ever ask for. My father, Manuel Carmona, had been in my life for only 13 years but every single year, every single moment that I had shared with him were incredible and unforgettable. At an age of only 6 years old my parents had divorced, with my own two eyes and ears I had heard/seen when they had fought and left each other. As I came to know what it had meant for parents to divorce each other I had felt scared, furious, and sad because it couldn’t come to mind that my parents didn’t want to be together. Although my parents had been divorced and my dad had moved to Mexico, I had lived 2 hours from my father and had visited him often. When I had gone to visit my father we would have the best memories, we would drive our four wheelers, go to the beach, and go to have lunches together etc. My father was the type of person that when you were in need of a job or needed something, he would always, no matter what, have his arms wide open and offer to help you. He used to own many different