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BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, oh man I'm late for work again, boss is going to fire me it’s this time I know it. today is December 26, 2016 and this happens every week and I've only had the job 3 weeks and I hate it, oh and I'm Cisco Hays I'm 20 in college have a job as a accountant and I love superheros and comics. I just can’t do anything right I'm always late for work and can’t turn my homework in on time so I don't know what to do, I can barely keep my own apartment. The reason I don't get anything done is because all i do is is dream that I can save everyone and make everyone like me.
“Cisco you're late.” i know i know just do it fire me, actually don't tell me i will pack my stuff up right now ill be out of here in 5 minuets.
“what are you
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“CISCO you there? quit day dreamer “
“Whhhaat??”
“have you gotten anything done today, anything?”
“ya well sure see look.. well no i haven't”
“get it together boy you cant just slack off on everything!”
“I'm sorry i jus...”
“go home, and come on time will you”
“got it”
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP oh man again, I have to find a job that i don't have to wake up so early.
“I'M HERE I'm
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the door shut behind me, “ ugh its cold, oh wait let me in i forgot my jacket, no dang ok well i only live 3 blocks away so.. SLIP! BOOM! That's when i fell on the ground and had a sharp pain in back, all of my insides felt like ice and that if i moved they would shatter. My head was dizzy and i took one last look up at the snow falling and i passed out. beep, beep, beep i woke up and i thought i was late for work but i was in a hospital and it wasn't my alarm it was my heart rate, i looked down and i had a big wrap around my back and chest. I couldn't remember what had happened but i was cold very cold but it didn't seem to bother me i was so fascinated, i looked up and the doctor was standing there examining him said “we don't know how you survived” i questioned ”what happened” well when we found you you had a icicle strait through your heart and we thought you were gone but when we went to touch it it melted and it was gone except the hole in your chest, but your heart it was in cased in ice and there wasn't a hole it was sealed, but you cant leave yet we are still running test. “but i feel fine im just going to grab my stuff and go” “sir sit down” “no im
The director threw me the ball a few times, and I practiced hitting it in order to give me confidence. One time when he threw it, I hit it. There are two cameras next to each other, and the ball went right through the middle. My jaw dropped when I saw that. I couldn't believe it.
I woke up confused to why I was on the floor because to me it seemed liked I just blinked. Everyone was around me and staring which made my blood rush to my face from the embarrassment from slipping on the ice and passing out. The rest of the day consisted of people constantly asking me if I was okay, which annoyed more than people disturbing you when you are reading a fantastic book. These two unexpected events were one of the most embarrassing in my life.
"Who the hell's coming over here for some coffee at 2 in the morning?! Plus, I've been working for the past 5 days, give me a break!"
We can all agree that the first thing anyone thinks after waking up Monday morning is "fuck". If you don't do that, you're either really rich, psychopath or Youtuber. Or maybe all three?
Austin, Hannah, and Cheyenne were down the tree very quickly, but I was struggling. About the time I went to jump, I fell out of the tree and caught myself in my arms. Screaming came out very quickly as I could feel my heartbeat in my arm. My parents, aunts, uncles, and grandparents were outside quickly, and to the hospital I went. I was very uncomfortable, but I thought the x-ray of my arm was the coolest thing.
Good morning” “Good morning” “Did you forget to set your alarm? or Did you sleep in again?” “I set my alarm but I was so sound asleep I couldn’t hear it “ “Do I need to come over in the morning to wake you up?”
Letting Go I read over hundreds of quotes trying to find the words I cannot express myself. Then one hits me “The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.” I read this quote from Steve Maraboli and realize if I stay angry about a past situation, am I only hurting myself? We have a choice to hold on to our anger and sadness or we have a choice to let go.
I remember pacing back and forth in my dorm room blankly staring out the window as snow gently struck the ground.
Another Day Gone- By Jenny Bai 8-1 They were here again. They came every day for “a good time”. Who they were, I had yet to know. It started a month ago.
Jean: I am sick of it, I am sick of waking up in the morning and taking 2 hours to wake up and get
"Its' a little late to be starting a wait shift, isn't it?" For the first time since I started working at The Dog House, someone called 'bull shit' on me and I wasn't sure what to say. "Oh, Le Gran Repas stays open late," Mom chimed in.
Come on, hurry up so I can watch my show!” “Okay, okay, okay, now,
The moment we stepped foot into the hospital, I could hear my aunt telling my mother that “he is in a better place now”. At that moment, something had already told me that my dad was deceased; it was like I could feel it or something. I felt the chills that all of a sudden came on my arms. As my mother and grandmother were both holding my hand, they took me into this small room. The walls were white, and it had a table with four tissue boxes sitting on the top. My other grandmother was there, and so were my two aunts, my uncles, and
I wake up in this room. My mother is to my left crying with her face in the palms of her hands. My dad, he paces the floor with his hands in his pockets. I am scared I can barely remember what has transpired. As my mother stands and looks at me square in the eyes, the nurse comes and says with a grin on her radiant face “Hello, Mr. Howard. How are you feeling?” I attempt to sit up, but my body is aching. My dad hurries over to help, but it was no use the pain was overbearing. I began to weep and apologize. My dad with a stern look on his face says, “Andra, you are fine now just relax”. How could I relax? I am stuck in this room with no memory of what happened.
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).