Dear Noah,
I can’t think of anything to say right now except for I love you. I love you for wanting to meet me and when that day came you could only spend a few hours with me before you had to go to work, but when you got off of work you wanted to come over again so you could spend more time with me. A couple of days later I came down with a really bad cold and I stayed home from school so later that night you came over to watch movies, you brough me a Dr. Pepper and a muffin (the muffin tasted good btw). I love you for sneaking a couple of pictures of me bottle feeding the calf. I love you for everything you do for me. The tractor rides, snacks, movie nights, cuddles, dancing in the kitchen late at night before you bring me home, the random
Oh, how one as mighty as me be bewildered by a simple-minded beast. I am Gaston the best looking, strongest, and easily admired man in the whole town. My love Belle who is a little out of her mind if she thinks she could love a beast like him. I will show them. I force my whole enormous body at the beast making him slide off the edge of his balcony. As his large paw-like hands slip he catches himself by scrapping the shingles of the dark and gloomy castle. Weak. his claw grasps my shirt and my heart trembles. No, it can't be. Him a beast. For I am gaston the bravest of them all. But if belle could love him then. What does that make me? For who could ever love a hideous beast like me.
I want to say, you were the best father in the world. You devoted your life to me. I never forget that my graduation evening, what you did for me! You took me to a bar from the restaurant and you were happier than me that night. You had a party with other people at the bar, and I drove to home. When I parked the car, you said me “Keep driving to end of the block”. When I asked Why! you said “Just go”. You gave me old model Ford and said “You will need it to go to college”. I was very happy that time and my eyes were tearing over and I was very happy. Even you did not forget to test the brakes, the turn signals, and the radio. At the time, I wanted you to hug and how much I appreciated all that you did for me. I really want to say “thank you” again.
Dramatic Monologues The dramatic monologue features a speaker talking to a silent listener about a dramatic event or experience. The use of this technique affords the reader an intimate knowledge of the speaker's changing thoughts and feelings. In a sense, the poet brings the reader inside the mind of the speaker. (Glenn Everett online) Like a sculpturer pressing clay to form a man, a writer can create a persona with words. Every stroke of his hand becomes his or her own style, slowly creating this stone image.
Nolan narrowed his eyes at me, ready to retort but suddenly he shut his yap staring past me. I glanced over my shoulder and spotted our principal, Kay Pal, and his daughter, Janine. Next to her was a tall guy with black hair and dark blue eyes. I recognized him as Kayden Adams, Janine's boyfriend, according to Instascam--I mean Instagram.
I really hate that it had to come to this but i'm tired of being treated different and like an inconvenience. I've tried to talk to you and nothing has changed. Ive layed in my bed for the past 4 months crying to myself or Marcus because I had no one else to talk to. I felt like the only person i'm suppose to be able to talk to didn’t care whether I was alive or not. You hated on Marcus so much but he was the only one who stayed up with me while i cried. This seems dramatic but I really hated being at home. You really yelled at me all the time and half of the time i wasn’t doing anything. I was depressed most of the time which is why I slept all the time. To be honest I don't know if this will even bother you at all. But at least it will be easier and one less person to buy for.
Life isn't fair, it isn't kind, nor just. In my opinion, many people don't get what they deserve and many people don't deserve what they get. Like me, I don't deserve to be rotting in Azkaban for a crime I didn't commit but here I am. Wasting away, never to have a happy thought again. I'm only twenty and been here since I was 18, I had only been out of school 3 months before I was thrown in here. Sometimes I wish I had died, it's better than living here. I had no trial, no nothing they just assumed I did it and threw me in here to die. I may not notice everything, but I know something is going on. Almost every day some Aurors march past my cell and are taking someone with them. Then 2 days later they come back and return the person and they take someone else and the pattern continues. I have noticed that judging by their steps they go to the far back and are working their way towards the door. My cell is right in front of the door so, whatever they're doing I will be the last to know. Almost everyone comes back except Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy were never brought back. They weren't here long anyway.
I felt invincible, free, and loved as long as you had my hand grasped in mine. Not only did you make me feel safe and loved, yet you also made me feel intelligent and brave. I will never forget the numerous times you drove 3 hours to our house so you could help me with my studies for all those difficult math tests. One of those times, particularly stands out to me. It was two days before my first statistics final and I called you on the phone to see if you could study with me over some statistics material I was struggling with.
One day Ava was at the park and she felt like someone was watching . Ava would turn around and no one was there it felt like a ghost was watching her . Later she walked home and still felt someone was watching her but then she heard someone say my name it sounded like my dead mother but she thought I Must be hearing things and didn’t think much about it . I Got home and dad wasn’t there . He must of work extra hours she said . Ava went to the fridge to see what there was their was some leftover spaghettI and chicken she heated it up in the microwave and ate it . After Ava was done she went to watch tv and a ghost show was on . The show wasn’t that scary but half way into the show a car past really fast and through
The noise had been intolerable. I had snapped. I was weak. I had done all the careful, oh so careful, strategic planning, just for the old man's cursed heart to dash my plans. I had thought about the rest of my life being spent rotting in a cell.
Kari, I want to note how beautiful you look today, and to tell you that this has truly been a special day for me. Thank you for giving true meaning to the word sister and for sharing the last 28 years with me. My parents and I have just loved this girl from the day she was born. We?ve coddled her, enjoyed her, and laughed with her. I know how much joy she has brought into our lives, and I know that she?ll bring that joy into Ernest?s life...
Every day that I wake up and every night before I fall asleep, I thank God that we met, because without you I would be nothing. Through the hard times you have held my hand, through the rough times you have held me close to you, and through the ups and downs you have stayed by my side. What else could I ask for? When I am sick you tuck me in. You have brought back the person that everyone loved and have helped me learn to be the person I always wanted and knew I could be.
I had always expected it to feel different. I had based my thoughts only on what I had seen and heard. In my mind it would all happen just as it did on dramatic TV shows. Dramatic was the last word I would ever use to describe myself when it happened. To my undying surprise I felt almost reposeful.
I am an only child. My mom was truly my best friend. And she had passed away, with me at her side, a couple months previous to this filming. I took to wearing her gold wedding band on my pinky finger, just to keep her near. So it's the very first day of filming for me, and we're at this fabulous mansion in the hills, and we're going to shoot my first scene --- and it is the scene where I surprise my sister who is sleeping in bed, and we talk about what's going on with her.
I’ve realized you are very worried about me and you want me to stop loving you so you don’t feel guilty about me being broken later on. I won’t break, it is hard to put into words but think about it, do you have a friend that you have slowly drifted away from? Do you think about it much? I won’t be hurt and neither should you. Now I know you are in denial right now and refuse to accept what I am saying
When discussing the poetic form of dramatic monologue it is rare that it is not associated with and its usage attributed to the poet Robert Browning. Robert Browning has been considered the master of the dramatic monologue. Although some critics are skeptical of his invention of the form, for dramatic monologue is evidenced in poetry preceding Browning, it is believed that his extensive and varied use of the dramatic monologue has significantly contributed to the form and has had an enormous impact on modern poetry. "The dramatic monologues of Robert Browning represent the most significant use of the form in postromantic poetry" (Preminger and Brogan 799). The dramatic monologue as we understand it today "is a lyric poem in which the speaker addresses a silent listener, revealing himself in the context of a dramatic situation" (Murfin 97). "The character is speaking to an identifiable but silent listener at a dramatic moment in the speaker's life. The circumstances surrounding the conversation, one side which we "hear" as the dramatic monologue, are made by clear implication, and an insight into the character of the speaker may result" (Holman and Harmon 152).