Stay Tuned Monologue

The air reeked of alcohol, the intoxicated breaths of young people colliding together over drunken slurs to create one distinct scent. She kept her head low as she made her way through the maze made by the seemingly endless crowd. Full of regrets, she was doing all she could to get out of there, the distraction turning out to be nothing more than a few drinks with people who didn't even know when her birthday was. The song finished abruptly, followed by simultaneous cheering. She kept moving, weaving in and out of people with fierce determination until she walked right into him. She murmured a quick apology and went to continue when the familiarity of the figure in front of her hit. She hesitantly looked up, heart dropping into her stomach at the mere sight of him.

It changes everytime you ask. Some say it was a virus, others say it was god punishing us for our sins. At least that’s what the people on the news say. All I know is that the dead are walking among us. I’ve seen people I used to know attack and eat innocent people. Everyday I see my dad walking among them, wishing there something i could have done. I couldn’t bring myself to kill one of the only people i’ve loved. He attacked me but i managed to fight him off and i’ve been held up in my house ever since. It’s a small house, nothing fancy, in a small town near Chicago called Glenview. Everyday I think about my half brother that lived in New York with his mom. After my dad and his mom split I didn’t think life could get any worse, I was

Baby, can’t you see I’m calling A guy like you Should wear a warning It’s dangerous I’m fallin’ There’s no escape

ill fucking kill you bitch if you don't stop talking shit behind my back you dirty tart. You be suck all sort of dick my boy and I gonna expose your bitch ass if you don't stop. maybe ill brake your fucking family's knees in. I'm not going to fuck around anymore you fucking dirty ass bitch, another thing you owe me money you hoe. bitch I got niggas that are willing to beat your ass.........

I push the cracked oak wood tavern door open. Eyes sweep across the room falling on me. Wearing a dark hood and cloak concealing all but my piercing ice blue eyes and half of my nose. My wide chest, wiry arms, thick legs and my two swords also hidden away underneath my cloak. I’ve been growing my beard out, short cropped it isn’t much to deal with. The tavern is laid thick with the scents of; stale alcohol, fresh bread, and charred savory meat roasting on the spit in the center of the tavern. In the opposite corner of the tavern sits a table bathed in shadows with four armed individuals.

The Waiting Game. Snap, the crackling of twigs. Wooooh, the rustling wind howls past my ear demanding to be heard on its fast track to nowhere, It chills me as it crashes into me. It’s 5:00 pm, the rays of sunlight peaking through the trees are struggling to hold their position as the sun begins to set. As Beau walks he tries not to step on twigs or crunch the piles of leaves.

You sink into your mattress, forgetting about all the stress you have accumulated that past week. Every aspect of life seems to be harmonizing, with baby pinks and vibrant oranges of the sunset peeking through your curtains. As you lay there, you notice the fluorescent glow of a notification illuminating the room. You regretfully pick up your phone and tap the yellow and white icon, anticipating the devils that will pounce out of the app. You then stare… questioning the worth of opening the snap, and hesitantly click the red square in the corner of your screen.

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?

I had to help a girl name Teddie. Another, I had to hold Teddie's hand while they were putting oxygen on her but she wasn't injured badly. Moreover, I was giving coats to passengers and I had good ideas to tell the rescue people and about the dry hydrant. Altogether, I thought of the idea to put ladders and stable doors across the ravine. I got them food because they would be hungry and giving them coats to be cozy. I am feeling happy because I am going to help a lot of people and I kind of help Patrick a little bit. Patrick and me liked to work with me and that we get to work together. This is what happened to the plane after it crashed.

My name is Anat, me and my husbend going to travel Tasmania for 10 days, starting tommorow. We were strongly recommended to stay with HIT hospitality to experiance the true culture of Australia. We hope you can host us for one or two nights. (That will be our first time in HIT accommodation so we are less familiar with how it works) We will arrive to Hobart tommorow (20/10/16) afternoon by flight and we have a car.

Waiting in Vain There’s no reason to be scared, so you said All pains and emotions will soon be dead. You will forget me and the things we had Oh, tell me why I’m missing you so bad?

Finding out I was going to have a baby ended as soon as my love started. A harsh scar is left on my heart, it feelings never healing. Till this day I still feel as it’s all my fault. Sometimes I feel that I did all I could’ve like taking prenatals, never smoked, and never drank alcohol or caffeine, started eating better, and even did yoga. I did all of these and more, but It seemed to not be enough. During the days of my miscarriage, I felt the worst pain that I’ve ever felt and in the end my body gave birth to death. The only rewarding gift I received was agony. I never got to see our baby grow or got to hold it. Days past, I had resentment for bad mothers, even my oldest sister. In between I had baby fever. I want to try again like my life

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.

The man sat in the booth across from me studied me with old eyes. His wrinkles which formed when he used to smile so much are no longer quite as prominent. The man’s irises were currently an icy blue, resembling the seasonal weather among the small town. This I only knew because I’ve seen him once before. His eyes were almost like a crisp auburn- resembling what was known to him as “the falling of the children”

It wasn’t always easy. As a matter of fact, it was never easy for us. I’m sure you’d have agreed. Surely it was tough for you to let us go, but I want you to know that I’m thankful you did.