John Clark Monologue

There I am, surrounded by murderers and mercenaries trying to kill me. You may wonder what I did, what happened to end up in that situation. Well let’s start from the beginning, I am John Northwest and I was born in Lima-Peru. My father was a police officer, he was killed when I was 13. My mother Ariana married a congressman Jorge De La Cruz.

The faint echo of screams. The crunching of leaves under footsteps, getting faster with every exhale. A drum, beating from within. Thoughts clouded with realisation of the truth and the lies which have prevented it from surfacing amongst the chaos. The girls are all frauds! Murderers!

Wait, green eyes? " Greetings, Rocket grunt. My name is Grey. It seems that you suffered quite the misfortune during your late night escapade three days ago. " You whimper, cowering into your pillows.

Script Joe Johnston lives on down the street. He lives across the road in a well tended house with a magnificent evergreen garden. Everyday I see him get in his antique 1968 Jaguar and drive off to do the daily errands. I got to know him through his wife who was my piano teacher. Joe was always very quiet during those lessons.

I appreciate the call back, earlier today. I have sent out a new check for Terri Clark. The new check number is #327964. It should be arriving no later than Wednesday evening or Thursday. Also, I the check for Linda Sowell was sent out in the same fedex envelope from Friday. If you need anything, just give me a call. Have a great day.

“Hello, my names Katherine Clark. I couldn’t help, but notice how amazing you did up there. Give me a call some time.”

“What the Hell?!” The guy yells as he flails in the cold water. He sounds more startled then angry. Thank goodness for small favors.

Have you ever felt that you were not acceptable enough? That you weren’t worth anyone’s time or attention? That you just couldn’t fit into the bigger crowd? Well, just know that you’re not alone. Somewhere in this world, someone is facing the same struggles that you are facing. There’s a young girl that goes by the name Jenny. She knows that not everybody around her pays attention to her. However, she doesn’t care one bit. She expresses herself in her own way. A way that makes her feel that she’s beautiful. A way that that makes her feel that she’s important. She’s the one who inspires me every day to be me. So, what inspires you to let your light shine?

Suddenly the figure turned around and padded away and a bright light, brighter than anything that He had seen before, engulfed them. It disappeared moments later and the figure was

Mom played innocent, but she may suspect I’m not. She probably spies on me, like Leda spies on her. You can trust the snoop you know, so Leda doesn’t bother me. Until I find out how my mom spies on me—she’s my worst enemy.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” a deep voice said, followed by a loud bark. Kate quickly turned egger to see Mr. Jacks, his adorable little bulldog, Charlie, and her best friend Darby. Darby was the same size as Kate even though she swears she’s a half an inch taller. She had short brown hair and brown eyes, unlike Kate, who had blue eye, long caramel hair and was tanner. Mr. Jacks was tall, and had brown eyes, and brownish, greyish hair. He wore a navy blue suit from which he was preparing for a business trip the day of the crash. His furry companion, Charlie was an English bulldog with white fur with brown spots. “What’s wrong with you? Are you ok? You could have vanished! And we would never know what happened to you. Just like

As I sit in my dorm room looking at my flowers I think to myself how lucky I am. The flowers remind myself of a handsome man at Truman seating in his favorite spot on a cold dark night doing what he loves and makes him childlike. I see him joking with his roommates about the walking dead and having the random grilled cheese walking in and out as he talks to the one he loves. I picture him thinking about what kind of ring to get or how to ask. To ask that most important question he must ask another human in his life time, will you marry me? How is it that the guy has so much pressure to do it just right for the future wife, he can’t make it with too many people, he can’t have it too public, but needs to be perfect and a complete surprise. How does that one guy have the weight of the women on his shoulders.

At the start of April my oldest son John became very ill with what the doctor said was Smallpox. No one knows who had the disease first but my son was sent with the other infected people to the end of the wagon trail to be quarantined. That sunday many of us prayed for the sick as I would ask God to give my son the strength to fight off this disease and bring him back to me safely and better than he was before. I wrote to John every day as that would be the only way the families of the sick could speak to their loved ones to not risk spreading the disease more, in his letters he spoke of many people with blisters as big as a young child’s hand and that he felt the longer he was with these sick people the more his health began to decline. During

I woke up from my sleep by my phone being spammed by Thayne. I saw that the time was midnight exactly. Lin left when I fell asleep and probably went to his room to sleep.

Arthur turns his head to face the patient in disgust of seeing blood dripping everywhere.