The Island Monologue

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

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.

(This chapter contains rape! Kinda, maybe, yeah.) The (insert hair color) girl walks into the dark pizzeria once again for another miserable and boring night. You listened to phone guys call and automatically you lost shit "Holy shit, Foxy?!

I became infatuated with them at an early age. Video games are what got me by. They’re portals to an incalculable magnitude of realities, universes, lives. Doors to worlds that can feel so legitimate to a player, that can sculpt who they become.

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.

To my hopes, I was able to publish this chapter much sooner than expected. I'm hoping to get another chapter out this week, but I can't be certain due to the fact I'll be very busy starting on Friday. Anyways, I apologize for any grammatical errors present and please rate and review. Also, sorry for any medical or other inaccuracies. I don't own The Outsiders or it's characters.

After a long day of working to keep my mind busy, I stumbled into my dark, cold, and uninviting living quarters of this cramped, glass clean oxygen bubble they call a “home”. Even though this place keeps the people that were evacuated safely from that lethal, disease infested, and haunting gas cloud waiting to strike on the outside, it doesn’t help ease the pain and terminate what my brain forges in my head with every breath I take. Every day I vented to myself how different my life has become. I can’t seem to fill the void that I hold in my soul and I feel like the guilt I hold will slowly rot away anything that brings me joy. Luckily for my soul, I’m tired of keeping it on the inside and if I'm going to preserve what little happiness I have

Disappointment disbelief and fear filled my eyes and mind as I lye on my side in a pond of tears and blood , sandwitch between the cold , soft dirt and the hot , slick metal of the car. My mind was anesthetized along with the rest of my body. Countless tones of weeping and shrieking was going on in the world that had become unknown. “Call nine-one-one ! “ said an anonymous voice.my lungs were ripped off air wouldn’t enter nor escape them.

As I wake up I hear birds chirping outside my window. I look for them but all I see is the lush green forest with a small stream going across it, I never notice the stream, my eyes follow it, it’s very windy stream it passes a lumber camp with wooden machinery clunking away with the beat of song that the workers sing they all look like ants from up here, up here I don’t leave very often these days the closing thing I come to it is my window. I don’t like my room from the red curtains to the stone walls I just don’t like it I’m trapped here hidden from the public so that my mistakes doesn’t bring shame to my people, my people they are not mine they are their own I don’t understand why we do the things that my town does I’m just a face one of

People always have more potential than it looks. That’s because people can have talents that can change the world. Some people look like ordinary people, but they may be more special than you think. Once, I was at the park. Lots of people were there, but one person caught my eye.

I don’t think there exists a world beyond my own, and I certainly do not believe in anyone other than myself. There is a cold, desolate soul lurking inside of me. It lives in the deep, dark trench of my imagination: screeching and scathing foul, sinister cries. This creature casts a grim shadow wherever I go. Every sense of joy or light is nothing more than a hollow mask that is taken off whenever I’m alone.

Have I been here before? I remember the blue glowing aura so well but the hills are not how I recall them. They are colder now. Everything is so tenebrous. I remember running through the archaic town with the sun beating on my back and no weight on my shoulders.

The Declaration of Independence states that all Americans have the undeniable right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. However, the US government and society are two key factors in making this right prohibitive for many black Americans to pursue happiness. Examples of this can be found in both Charleston, Mississippi and more locally Duluth, Minnesota. These places allowed activities that treated blacks unfairly. Charleston’s High School’s segregated senior prom has become a prime example of how some parts of this country still support racism. In Duluth, the community allowed the most heinous of a racist crime by lynching three black men without a fair trial. Even through all Americans are given the right to pursue their happiness

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