She floundered for words, tried to speak but nothing came out of her mouth. A chill ran down her spine. Her heart started racing. This can’t be true the person I has been in love with for 6 months can’t be my brother. He is lying it’s a joke. Evan your lying right. It’s a joke tell me tell me. Gabrielle listen it’s not a joke I’m your brother if you don’t believe me read this. He hands her an envelope. What’s this Evan!! It’s a DNA report read it. Gabrielle rips open the envelope and sure enough, it’s a match. Evan I can’t believe this I trusted you. I loved you. You dated me Even though you knew I was your sister. You’re an disgusting shameless disgraceful person. Gabrielle look I’m sorry I didn’t mean to like you I just was trying to make up the time we lost together and I fell in love with …show more content…
I didn’t want to hurt me I don’t want to lose you again I already lost you once and it took ten years to get you back please forgive me. Am I adopted? Yes Gabrielle. Is it because I’m a girl is that why are parents didn’t want me or because of the leukemia I had?? What you have leukemia? Yes but don’t worry it was when I was 10. Gabrielle that wasn’t the reason. Then what was??? I will tell you everything but first you have to forgive me. Ok I forgive you Evan! It all started 10 years ago. We used to be a perfect family like everyone else it was me, you, mom and dad. Until one day, it was an ordinary weekend Saturday. Dad was at work mom was doing some housework and we were playing video games. All of a sudden the ground started shaking, mom ran is and told us to get under a table while she is going to go call dad. I went to my room to get my phone and you went under the coffee table. When I came back, some Parts of the ceiling had fallen where the coffee table was and you were buried inside. I ran to go call mom but the house started to rumble so I ran outside. As soon as I got outside the whole house collapsed. I called dad but he didn’t pick
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.
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.
You let it happen and didn't care and when i started telling people thinking it would make yall stop it just made it worse. It wasn't a big deal to y'all but you and the boys made me feel really bad about myself everyday and made me hate having to wake up every morning. I was miserable and cried constantly and you didn't even notice. When I would ask you for something you acted like I was the worst kid ever but when Tristen asked you for something no matter the price you'd do what you had to to make sure he got it. When I got in trouble last year you just started acting like you hated me and like Tristen was your favorite and it didn't matter unless it was coming from Tristen or Tryce. And you only cared about my grades because you didn't want people to think your kid was dumb. You put on this front in front of people pretending to be this perfect mom and like everything was perfect, even though it was the opposite. I don't even know if you knew how much it bothered me or how you treated
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Molly scoffs. MOLLY Well yeah. Wait how do you know that Eric is coming?
The bourgeoisie "produces its own "gravediggers" by means of the inherent contradiction that lies in the manifestation of capitalism. According to how Marx has defined the progression of capitalism, the growth of capitalism will lead to further exploitation and subjugation of the working class. Here, the working man intends to find work as long as the work that his labor contributes to some kind of increase in capital. The bourgeoisie intends to increase capital through the rule of new markets and competition. By the nature of this capitalistic economy, capitalists will request more labor for insufficient wages in order to increase profit. Then, the proletariats are to become more and more impoverished, "...as the repulsiveness of work increases,
Hey, I'm just now going to bed, but I wanted to say that I hope you're safe and okay (alcohol can be dangerous❗️) This is going to be a pretty long text, but I think that if I don't say this now, I probably won't ever, and I'll be in this painful perennial cycle of wanting to say something and never actually saying it. Principally, I just wanted to convey how incredible I think you are. You've said some very nice things to me, but I don't think I've ever done the same, though, and that's unfair.
I finally found a girlfriend! Who knew someone like me could find one?” Will texted her out of the blue one day. Each word had sent a bullet through her heart, word by word, as she stared at the picture blankly until the truth dawned on her. The pain finally came like a cold, hard slap to the face.
She told me that we were just taking a trip to the market place to get some groceries. That was not entirely true. She left me in front of a small stand and said that she would be right back yet she never came back. I was only two so when she did not come back I had not idea what was going on.
I locked my door and moved my desk in front of it. I changed out of my sweater into a black jacket. I threw a few things in my bag and threw open my window. I heard my door rattling, "Suzie open this door now!" My father yelled.
"I love you," she whispered into her black sequined cell phone. All you could hear on the other line was the rustle of paper that returned what she thought was a start of something new. "Did you hear me?" she paused. "I said I love you." After another pause of silence, tears streamed down her puffy red cheeks as she tried to settle her breath and clear her mind. “Dad, please, respond to me?” Another minute passed and by this point she was leaning against the wall as silently as possible sobbing with despair as the phone call drew to an end causing a beeping noise.
I’m surprised that I have not become afraid to commit, Simply because falling for someone can be hardest, And I am convinced that most my life, Cupid shot random targets. So out of the fear of another misplaced arrow, My insecurities linger in the back of my head,
So it all started when my aunt and uncle and their kids all moved in. Let me start it a couple of weeks before it all happened. So it was a normal day I just got done with my homework. I always do my homework right when I get home. ISo anyways my dad called me and my sister out into the living room.
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).