Monologue From The Statmant

I’m ready to fight i tried telling myself, but I’m not until I turn on my music but now I think that it is distracting me. Let's do this, it’s now or never. “For Skyrim” I yell.

I have something I need to tell you. It feels weird announcing this, because nothing has changed. I feel exactly as I’ve always felt, and I’m still the same person I’ve always been, I’ve just accepted a few things. It  almost feels pointless to say, because it seems so obvious to me, but I think I should tell you anyway. I don’t know how exactly to explain myself, because it’s how I’ve always felt, but I’ll try help you to understand without writing down every thought I’ve ever had.

Thornton Wilder, a Wisconsin native, is the writer of the Pulitzer Prize winner play Our Town. In Our Town, Wilder tells the story of a town in Grover’s Corners, New Hampshire, and the daily lives of the inhabitants. In the play, the author uses minimal props and scenery as well as including a main character known as the Stage Manager that has the ability to break the fourth wall, allowing him to talk to the audience. This factor of talking to the audience is a major component of making the public a part of the town. Throughout the play, there are many instances in which the Stage Manager uses various cues as well as dialogues to incorporate the audience and develop an intimate relationship to create a true sense of “our town”.

Do you know what the worst thing in the world is? It's being forced to fight in another country, putting your life in danger, all while disobeying your own religion! When I was first forced to fight I said “No, I am not going ten thousand miles from home to help murder and burn another poor nation simply to continue the domination of white slave masters.” I was born and raised in Louisville where it was segregated and now I was being told to help continue white domination. How could I say yes, how could I?(-Using higher pitched voice)( take deep breaths) I remember when I first fought Sonny Liston I was one of the biggest underdogs ever, he was the big bad former mob boss that a lot of people hated. But just because there was a big mouthed youngster(me) a lot of people that hated him started liking him and hated me instead. People thought it was going to be like a popular year twelve rugby player fighting a wiry year six loudmouth. Throughout the whole fight I nonstop taunted him and finally when I finished him off in the sixth round I felt like I had taken something from him he’d never get back. Sometime later I fought him again in

It is a tragic truth: About 10,000 lives are lost in the United States because of drunk driving each year. Alcohol is wildly known as one of the main reasons of causing social security issue. Small amount can make people feel relaxed, but bigger amount could make them loss their coordination, get feeling of confusion and disorientation, and significantly slowed their reaction time. On average, one person dies every hour because of alcoholic traffic accident in United State. Therefore, the NTSB put out a recommendation last May that the legal blood alcohol content (BAC) level for drivers should be lowered from the current level of .08% to .05%. But for several reasons, we shouldn’t lower the

"The world didin't always look like this......the world wasen't always like this. At one time the world was vast with green and ocean's as blue as the sky opposing them. People like you and me loved and laughed with their family's and friends. Animal's like the dog next to me were beautiful creatures. Ace next to me there was my dog.....no matter what he stayed next to me all the way till now...he was the only thing that gave me hope in the world my ace in a deck of cards. People were better before..they came. Now it's time i tell you about the giant in the background.

I started to walk away from the tournament, I wanted to get away, to think. No one ever seems to care how I felt. I walk to the barn slowly so Curly wouldn't notice I was leaving when I saw Lennie. I needed to talk to someone, to actually have a really conversation with someone. I kept to my slow pace til he looked up at me. Then, he covered something up in the hay.

He arrived and walked through the door of the bar. All he could hear was the tone of excitement throughout the place. The man had no emotion on his face. He was wearing a blue, green, and black shirt under blue overalls. The man had a tattoo on the back of his head.

I wish I could pull myself away, But you’re almost as bad as nicotine. You’re a drug that I fell into, And can’t drag myself out of. I just can’t quit.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” I say as I run the blade ‘down the road’ on my wrist. I cried softly, hoping no one can hear me. I don’t want to be in this world anymore. How can I live in the world when everyone hates me? My parents abused me all the time before they died. I guess it’s now taking an effect on me. My friends all stabbed my back a thousand times. I Wish I didn’t tell them my secrets. They just went and told everyone else and now I’m known as the town slut. Even my boyfriend hates me. Or should I say ex-boyfriend. He proved it today. (Flashback) I was walking to class. I saw two people kissing next to the lockers and thought “I wish my boyfriend and I were like that.” As I got closer, it was my boyfriend with another girl. How could he? He said he loved me. We all lie at one point in our lives. Am I right? He

I didn’t know any better. I didn’t know it could kill me. One time when I was 8, I was playing with some chapstick. I was putting It on everything when I decided to take a bite out of it. I ended up getting really sick and almost dying.

I awoke to beams of a dozen spotlights, my vision gradually adjusted to the brilliant white light which illuminated everything around me. The realization that I had fallen asleep during rehearsal caused my eyes to widen in utter shock and confusion.

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.

I know it's been a while and I’ve been fine, up until now, because something came up. Marcus died. It happened on O'connell street in the capital of dublin. I was there when it happened. The enemy had me pinned down, but that didn’t stop me from winning. I got curious to as of who he was, seeing as of how good he was, but that's when I realised my mistake. When I checked out who it was, I discovered that it was Marcus. I didn't think about who was shooting at me from the distance, only the fact that he was. He died at my hands, and I never even thought it would be him, the enemy sniper, it had never crossed my mind! But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s dead. He’s dead, because of my decision. I felt a wave of nauseous, and all these emotions,

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.