The very next day I was told by Ray to leak Answer the Phone from my fan account but just before I uploaded it Hannah walks in quietly with her Guitar. "Sam?" she says in her soft, sweet voice walking over to me slowly. I close my laptop and pull the flash-drive out, "Yes Hannah?" she sits next to me, "Wrote a song and I want you to see what I can work on." she looks at the instrument shyly. "Well by all means girl sing!" I exclaim. She plays a soft melody and sings, "If I sold you my heart would you buy it? Put it in a shopping cart and hold it close? If I sold you my thoughts Would you buy them? A penny for each secret and lie I've never told. Would you take them both and look at me the same? Or is this love thing really just a game? Maybe it's just me... But baby I can't help it I can't let these feelings be. Maybe, just maybe Say you love me?" …show more content…
It's bad isn't it?" I shake my head and smile, "It's beautiful. I can't wait until it's finished!" Her face lights up, "Really?" "Of course!" I assure her. She smiles at me and looks at the doorway and then back at me, "I'm gonna go put this back up." She jumps up. "alright but close the door on the way out please." I ready the flash-drive. "When do I not?" She giggles and walks out, closing the door behind her. I open my laptop an stick the memory stick into the side and upload the content. I decide to go to Tumblr and write a post about it. "LIPSTICK CONSPIRACY LEAKED SONG! IT'S CALLED ANSWER THE PHONE AND SAM SLAYYYYYS" I add the audio and post it just as soon as Hannah comes in. "I'm Baaa-" "Lucy I'm HOOOoooome!" Ray's voice echos through the house. Her shoulders drop and she turns to the hall and makes her way to the stairwell. The others and I do the
Frowning, I rapped on the door even harder. “Do you want to play?” I yelled over the blaring pop music. I could picture Clary sprawled on her bed with her tablet, on social media or taking selfies. “Clary?”
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.
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.
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
PROLOGUE “I hear muffled footsteps coming toward me. Panic races through me. Between heartbeats, I hear him
Read this, okay? I've tried to stop caring, but I can't. I'm sick of being worried about you, so tell me wtf is wrong? Why do you "give up"? Tell me what happened.
I discreetly trudged along behind the other kids. A high school girl announced our competition and paired me into a group with other sheepish freshmen. “Who are you?” I questioned. “Mary, the team captain this past year” she responded.
Gage tries to sit up but falls back down. He turns toward the girl. “Are you okay?” he manages to ask as he struggles to remain conscious. He reaches toward
Mara and Hannah lie on Mara's bed. They each have an earbud of a WALKMAN in one ear. Hannah is asleep. A muffled pop song can be heard. JULIE (O.S.)
She looks at the living room floor where photo albums and a bunch of other files are strewn across the floor. She walks to the albums and files and sits crossed-legged.
"Yes you do. I don't want you to be spending the whole summer locked up in your room." She replies. I knew she would say this, of course, but I wanted to see if she would change her mind. "But it will be boring.
I know I’m very lucky that I can listen to you singing and write to you these words. Although I may never get any chances to meet you in real life, I thank God I’m alive, sinking in your songs and living my dreams. I let my Dad listen to your songs. And he was really relaxed when those melodies were played, even though he was tired of illness. My Dad is fighting against kidney disease and my family and I always stay by his side.
PROLOGUE “Ashley, I’ve been cheating on you this whole time! I never loved you, you mean nothing to me, you are such a gullible person wow …Have a nice life, loser!” my ex-boyfriend, Elliott yelled at me over the phone. I had just moved to Vegas I was expecting him to come with me later on this year
I love you more than words can show, I think about you more than you could ever know, until forever this will be true because there is no one I would ever love the way I love you. I love you in ways you've never been loved, for reasons you've never been told, for longer than you think you deserved and with more than you will ever know existed inside me. I love you, Baby! I want you in my life! I want to keep you happy, I want to do it right.
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).