My Son Monologue

I pull up and fuck your daughter, sike nah let me stop. I ain't 21 Savage and I ain't Lil Yatchy,

A pair of dark lavender eyes split open as a young man startles awake with a gasp of frigid air entering his lungs. His body is aching and burning as if he has been running for miles without rest. "Where am I?" the man rasps out in between a huge gulp of air. He looks to his surroundings and sees the shadows cast by the morning light spreading over the many bodies littering the ground around him.

You run, stumbling over roots and rocks, terrified out of your mind. You cannot think, and your breath comes in stutters. Your instincts tell you to hide, to try to outrun the being that is ravaging the corpses of your fallen comrades. You do not know where you are going, but your brain and your body are screaming at you to GO AWAY RUNRUNRUNRUNRUN so you do.

A 15 year old boy named Tay has moved to New York ,but where him and his family moved was on the very bad side of New York where it is heavily gang affiliated. When he was driving into his new neighborhood he see a lot of trash every where on the ground alot of people standing outside of a ‘’YMCA’’ stray pit bulls and bulldogs silver trash cans knocked over on the street. Tay sounded disappointed ‘’this place does not look like it is kept up well’’ Tay mother ‘’

My Dad Enrique has been in music for as long as I can remember. In my family no one played until recently my brother started to play guitar. I only had interest in music when I was little and in middle school I was in the school choir for 3 years but I decided to not continue singing in high school. My dad started playing when he was little at first hid family didn't have money to buy a guitar so his dad cut wood into the shape of one and the guitar pegs were nails. Later on his dad gave him a cheap guitar and a guitar book with Julio Iglesias songs. He was inspired my many singers/musicians like Silvio Rodriguez, Pablo Minales, Maria Dolores Pradera and many more. When he came to the US he had the opportunity to vent out his feelings of wanting

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious

He hadn't thought it would hurt. Of course, everyone had said it would, but everyone is not the Winchesters.

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

The heavy mint cream white fog pours into the room from all sides near and far. In the foreground I can see brilliant cherry red and lime green laser lights flood the room. The four strobe lights positioned behind me are all scintillating a pearl white, in a synchronized pattern. Hundreds of people all sitting out in front of us fill the whole room. The giant vermillion and charcoal colored stage curtains hang from the ceiling all the way down to the floor on the stage right in front of us. Then the giant curtain splits in half both ends quickly accelerating left and right.

All those years of me getting aggravated cause my makeup, hairbrush, straightner, and hair products went missing, is cathcing up with Jeff. He never could understand why I would get so upset! Now, the girls are gone and we have boys and guess what? Jeff can't find any of his tools and he ain't liking it! And this momma is loving

Pg. 3-4 I’m Scarlet. As you can tell by my name, I am a pair of red flats with diamonds on the front, and I want nothing more than to get out of this shop! I’ve been here for two years. Can you blame me?

That night I didn’t know what lied ahead for me, I just wanted to clear my head from the tragedy that was left for me.  The one thing I can’t decided is which took the bigger toll on me the physical damages or the mental.  Here we will jump in to the horrific things that have happened to me. You may not believe a single word I utter. I tell you this really did happen, this story is true, and I’m not insane.  Let me introduce myself before we get into the story.  I am Izzy Hallis.

As a young boy I watched as my organ flowers disappear and I asked myself “will I see them again?” The space was trembling under its weight and I didn’t think anyone would understand how I was feeling. Organ flowers all decayed, and I will see them again.

Hope you survived the blizzard! We are still in the house, but my husband is already getting cabin fever. He's putting on his boots right now to go out and use the snow blower to clear the driveway. The old man needs to sit down, this old lady surely is!

I believe in the boys with bleary eyes and crooked smiles. I believe the in girls who roar back at the thunder storms and will forever kiss like the first time they fell in love. I believe in the people who’s skin never felt like a home to them,