Mr Atkinson Monologue

Already I know we are going to have so much fun (and drama) with these two. I kind of agree with as kids being closer and sort of falling apart as they grew older. To be completely honest they are both knuckle heads who need to get over themselves, but of course thats going to be a long way down the road. But yes, no matter what they are certainly going to act like brothers, I actually made Wallace purposly older by a year just so I could see him play that "I'm older than you card." I could actually see Wallace partially trying to prove himself to Bennett because to him Bennett is the pinnicale of Jazz sucess in his eyes at the moment as he hasn't been able to be close to anyone as close to it as him. I could see him being even partially angry seeing Bennett get to cocky since he had it all for a while and ruined it through his arogance, so like Wallace has

The furious winter swindles our space by wearing its spurious faces and sending the echoes of a promising message over the sea. Today they will get the satisfaction they need and tomorrow your doubts shall outstrip the benefits of a prime litany. As for them who distance themselves from failing company expansive time exists although the alimentary rudiments will trigger their senses with false alarm.

My name is Mayella Ewell. I belong to the lowest of the low amongst the whites in Maycomb. I grew up in a poor family and never received any proper education. The only I have is probably being white. My dad and I want to have a better life, but dad doesn’t want to put any effort into doing so. My mom died when I was young and I became a surrogate wife for my dad. I wish I could have gone to school, but I have to take care of my children. My dad loves to go out and drink for the whole day. When he comes home, he often drunk and this is when he would rape me.

Samuel’s hair snapped back against the rush of wind while he felt the spring of fear and excitement run up through his rectum and into the pit of his stomach—and he knew, the chase was on.

He simply poured a shot and finished his beer, going to the fridge for another. I forgot him and turned to the window.

Have you ever thought as a teen that you want life to be... let's say a little more interesting. Well, I was a teen just like all of you and I wished the world was more interesting. It all started with another boring day at school, except it was almost the end of the school year. I was in Spanish waiting my turn to be sentenced to the gallows or reciting the A,B,Cs in Spanish (basically the same thing). My best friend Chester had just got a 100% on his test and that meant it was sadly my turn to fail in front of the whole class. I went up to the front of the class and started trying but thankfully the intercom blared. “All students! All students down to the auditorium!” Mr. page said from the other side, his

Another strange lady with dark hair was there. She ran towards me and embraced me. She whispered in

Once there was a little bear named Henry Jerry Berry who lived with his momma and daddy, Mr. and Mrs. Berry. Now Henry, being a young bear, had a hard time when it came to telling the truth.

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.

Hotspur was so frustrated after talking to Henry IV that he paced on the platform during this scene. When Hotspur was really angry he would walk over to where the king had exited and yell, but then as he calmed down when he walk back over to his father. The audience could sympathies with Hotspur’s anger, because it seemed like his voice was not being heard by the king. Through the innocent and frustrated tone in Billy’s voice audience members joined Hotspur in being mad at the kingBilly had a stern face instead of his habitual smily face to reflected all the angry Hotspur was feeling. Each time Hotspur moved to where the king exited and yell, the audience started to see Henry IV as being the villain. Even when Billy just gesturing to the

It was the summer in late July i was finishing my work in the fields and saw Mr. Davis jump out of his truck and he walking straight towards me. He was there standing in front of me, with his forehead sweaty and had tired face, he said " have you seen Gabriel , Francisco? " I responded " yes , he had just left to his small blue car he said, that he was tired of working after he was done. " Mr. Davis why are you looking for Gabriel? " I asked. Mr. Davis started running to his truck, and left without answering my question, i wondered to myself " why would Mr. Davis be looking for Gabriel?". Then, i was waiting for Roberto and Papa so that we could leave home, a couple minutes had passed and we were heading to the carcachita

“Rima M…” Mrs. H announced. My eyes rose in astonishment. In those ten seconds, I felt my heart stop and I thought that my whole life had changed and felt a whole whirlwind of thoughts go through my mind again. That must be a mistake; that’s not my name. My head spun with questions as hot tears started running down my eyes, but all my questions were drowned by the continuous applauding while I just kept repeating in my mind: this cannot be happening.

“Chris, all I’m saying is that I am going to be the vigilante of our school,” My best friend John says to me. I come back to reality after having been zoned out for his conversation. John Silver, my best friend, has a meme page on instagram. He’s been thinking about making it a page used to anonymously deride people with offensive memes. He hasn’t decided yet.

Mr. Bedford had woken up that morning in a state of unease. It had been building for days now. His life had become a routine: wake up, go to work, come home, dinner with the family and then watching the television until he fell asleep. When he was younger, he always figured this was the life he wanted. A steady, well-paying job, a beautiful wife and two lively children. But nowadays, he couldn’t help himself from wondering, “Is this it? Is this what I was looking forward to?”. The most he could figure was that this was his mid-life crisis, which only pushed him further into a

It was a cold, grotesque night here in London. The rain was pouring down heavily, flowing through the nooks and crannies of the bricked road. I stepped outside my small home, situated snugly between the farmers market and my dear friend Florence’s house. And to my surprise, I see a small, pale woman. Shivering in the cold. I had an inkling of an idea to take her in, but the plague is around and I don't want to risk getting Florence and I sick. I noticed her coughing. I kept walking. I walked right past the old spinster. “Please help me! please, I beg of you!”, she yelled in between coughs. “What an uncouth woman, get out of the streets, you're running off my business!” I heard the owner of the farmers market yell to the old lady. I felt so bad for her, but I didn’t know how to act in such quandary.