Philip Jones Monologue

Hell isn’t all they crack it up to be, honestly. In the stories, it’s all fire, hopeless souls hopelessly screaming, endless pain. I mean, yeah, there’s fire. Lots of it.

Audacity Jones, the main character or protagonist in this story is a young, clever and troubling girl. She is brave and is always looking for adventure in her life. Everyday is a new chapter leading away from her home.

In the poem of “Touchscreen,” by Marshall Davis Jones, he is explaining how our feelings towards technology are crucial and where we do not want to live in a world without internet or media. He describes how he lives in a society where everyone has limited interaction with each other and that he witnesses doing it also. He explains his frustration how we spend so much time establishing profiles so other people can recognize you. In the beginning of the poem, it introduces you to his world where it is all digital and in the end, it shows you that the speaker is angry about technology and how he wishes that they would design it more advanced enough to make them all humans again.

For a brief moment, miles away from the eyes of god, time itself stood still. And the singing birds went silent in their canopies, and the gentle licks of a passing breeze abated, as if the entire world, save Gatsby, knew. Knew that, like an old timepiece, the gears within the depths of George Wilson’s being had long since begun to fragment, and with the urgency of newfound knowledge, he had only one thought on his mind.

“I know that in writing the following pages I am divulging the great secret of my life, the secret which for some years I have guarded far more carefully than any of my earthly possessions; and it is a curious study to me to analyze the motives which prompt me to do it. I feel that I am led by the same impulse which forces the un-found-out criminal to take somebody into his confidence, although he knows that the act is likely, even almost certain, to lead to his undoing. I know that I am playing with fire, and I feel the thrill which accompanies that most fascinating pastime; and, back of it all, I think I find a sort of savage and diabolical desire to gather up all the little tragedies of my life, and turn them into a practical joke on society”

The room is spinning. It’s hard to get a good look and what or even where the scene is taking place. Finally, the revolution ends on a face. Not a remarkable face. Just an average looking guy in his early twenties with a short brown fair and sad eyes. When the average guy speaks, a moderate Southern drawl tinges his voice.

The year is 1861. You are a young boy only 10 years of age,named Tommy, your parents both died from smallpox. Every day it goes threw your head why did I not get the virus and die with them?

raHe searched everywhere for those shoes, those perfect tan ones with that fabric flower that fit him just right. The closet, underneath his bed, in the pile of clean clothes he meant to fold a week ago. They were nowhere to be found, completely gone from the face of the Earth, leaving Cal Hampton barefooted and discouraged. It was only eight in the morning and his room was more of a mess than it usually was, plus, worst of all, he didn 't have a single pair of shoes that matched the floral skirt settled upon his waist. He bought it just for that damn pair, those adorable, dainty tan shoes, and now, the thing was useless. Grunting, the boy thrust the fabric past his knees. His blouse followed soon after, landing in the disheveled grasp of his

APiper dropped the paper bag on the granite kitchen counter, balancing her cell between her shoulder and the crook of her neck and continuing her conversation while she began unpacking the numerous bags of groceries.

his comeback, I was dispatched to George Cherry’s boxing club to watch him work out.

We were all asleep in bed when I was suddenly woke up but a creaking noise. I sit up and I look, it was Mr. Van Daan getting into the food safe! “Otto! Otto! Come quick!” I yell. I can’t believe he was stealing food from everyone, especially the children. He was selfish and thoughtless. Next I know, Mr. Dussel is going at him and Peter is trying to get Mr. Dussel off of his father. “I’m hungry”, is all he has to say. We’re all hungry, everyone is getting thinner and thinner by the day, the children especially. He’s a terrible father. His wife is even worse, she’s defending him “He needs more food than the rest of us, he’s used to more, he’s a big man.” Please tell me she realizes what she’s doing to her son. She’s defending a man, taking his side, rather than telling him he needs to change when he is clearly in the wrong.

My dearest John, I know you may think that I don’t see goodness in you since the outcasting of Abigail, but I do John. I know I should forgive you. All I know John is that whatever you choose to do, It is a good man doing it. like there’s always has been, John, you. In these long months, I have thought long and hard John. I haven’t been the best wife, especially considering it got to the point where you committed lechery. That doesn’t mean you should take my sin upon yourself, It was a cold house I kept. Whatever you do, let no one be your judge. The only judge you need is the highest judge of all, which be in the heavens. You are the most good man I know John Proctor, forgive me. When I saw you refusing to let them hang your name on the

Hello friends. My name is Sam Worcester, however most people call me by my superhero name: ThinkSafe. Not many people can say that they have saved the world but I can. I have saved the world, and this is my story. Starting when I was just a regular 12 year old boy back in 1989, growing up in the great state of Arizona. Not much happened there, but I did manage to find some adventure going into the Grand Canyon when I could. My parents always told me to be safe, which I was. One day as I was touring a seemingly deserted area, I had stumbled upon a cave. I guess I had wandered off too far because I had no clue where I was, but that didn't mat-ter, I always liked exploring new parts and I always marked where I had been. This cave was strange there were symbols on the wall that were glowing.

I’m Helen Robinson, Tom Robinson’s wife. There was a timeframe in the book just after Tom was killed, before Helen could find a secure way to earn money for her family; it was a very unstable time for her and her children. Although Helen is portrayed as meek and kindhearted, much like Tom, the overwhelming sadness and pressure may have caused her to break down emotionally, or feel some emotions of vengeance towards a majority of the white community; especially the Ewells.

To start off, I liked the incident that pulled Nephi out of his safe, secure, and shrewdly balanced religious bubble. A loss is enough to jar anyone, but I found it more respectable and relatable that his uncertainty in his faith, in God, was the result of his friend’s untimely death. As appose to the predictable and narrative cliché of it being Madison’s arrival in the neighborhood.