Klara Monologue

Louis gets their door open and lays back onto the couch, sighing when his back gives a satisfying crack. His bones have all been feeling very achy as of late.

“But look MJ. It doesn’t stop there, it only gets deeper, son. The reason you never knew about your daughter and why Havannah never brought her to see you is because Papi told Havannah to lie to Marlorana, to tell her that her father was dead. I highly disagreed with that because even though you have a lot of time over your head, you still could've been a part of your daughter’s life. You know, with visitation and all. But Papi kept pushing the issue and eventually Havannah and I both gave in.

“Kaylee come and join me, I am about to watch the best show in Canada.

Luna agreed, “She has always been a very hard working lady and she did it on her own. She is admirable.” Taking a moment to think of a better reply, Luna returned, “As a family, my great grandparents were our true Heroes. Would it not have been for them we would not have moved or have what we have today.”

"Abandoned and afraid, I was left crying beside the ocean underneath a bridge. My recollection is hazy and sporadic, as any memory of an infant would be. However, something I do recall, was the sound of a sweet voice, singing beautifully as my tears were wiped away and I drifted off to sleep. I remember waking in a strange place I've never seen before, frightened and afraid. But I don't really remember anything after that moment. My memory remains blurred from that moment on, and anything I could recall would probably only be reflecting my deceitful imagination. The first clear memory I have was from a moment while I was five years of age. I was sitting at the dinner table, with my guardian Shelia, who I believed was my mother. She excused

“Okay so we found the bullet, but we need to get it out before it causes more bleeding, so I’m gonna give you some medicine to go to sleep, and when you awake you will be bullet-less and all bandaged up.” The doctor said.

At a young age I became acquainted with life's greatest pain. Loss. My parents, the Heroes of Alrudia, went off on a mission. It wasn't that difficult a task for Luiknights of their grade and they had two additional teams to go with them. But, they never came back. I remember that day. I opened the door and came face to face with a grief stricken man. The fact that I recognized the man was a bad sign. I knew immediately that something was wrong. It was the hardest I've cried in my entire life. I thought the grief would last only a short time but it stuck with me. It devastated Jas. Then and there I knew I had to be strong. I had to be strong for her. I thought that if I hid my agony, buried it deep within myself, that I could move on. Oh how wrong I

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When after quite a while Gracia and I could talk alone for a moment, I commented her those thoughts of mine, and she warned me:

scene to you, the sun has now disappeared and darkness has taken the sky, but the city is light with bright orange light. The heat from blaze of a fire from the riots are spreading wildly. Sirens and lights are flashing, as Baltimore firefighters battle a three-alarm fire at Gay and Chester Streets in East Baltimore. The water from the fire trucks leak onto the ground branching off like rivers on the road. The fire I see it as an inner burning or the silent cry of the oppressed, the water in the streets the tears from the faces of the oppressed, as they watch their city burn and their loved ones cry for a savior that may never come.

Etim stares at her with an unreadable expression before his eyes drift towards me. I blink a few times before closing the huts door. “Besides giving Soph her bag. What are you doing here Etim?”

In chapter seven of Klaus Klostermaier’s In the Paradise of Krishna, Klostermaier detailes his celebration of the “Indian Christmas”. He spends the birthday of Lord Krishna with Gopalji a devout Hindu holy man. Gopalji’s wife had died years ago, and his kids were older and living their busy and separate lives. The celebration of the birth of Krishna was the highlight of each of his years. Gopalji leads the group puja (prayer service), which involves a half hour of enthusiastic singing, the playing of instruments, and celebratory dancing. After this artistic form of celebration, Gopalji reads from his daily holy book the passage regarding the birth of his Lord Krishna. In the middle of the passage Gopalji breaks down in a spell of raw emotion and passes the holy book to one of his fellow worshipers to finish the passage, as he is too overcome with sobs. Gopalji and Klostermaier then engage in interesting dialogue regarding topics of the

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Kelsey's friend, Kevin, looked up at her in bewildered surprise. Blood flowed slowly down Kevin's face as he grinned in a demonized manner. Kevin's bloodshot, mangy eyes peered on at Kelsey in desire for the

Gabriela lay on the floor, chained to the wall. A weak smiled plastered on her face as she forced herself to sit up.