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I'm on the run from a man I don't really know. He keeps following me and it's kinda scary. He looks kinda crooked but he dressed very nice. Maybe he's a stalker. Wait I have a stalker. This is not okay I need to run and hide before he hurts me. Why won't this man just leave me alone. I don't like him and I can't stand to see him. I fear this man that is following me. How do I get away. Maybe if I run around in circles he will leave. Silly me how would that help me will just get dizzy. The man that is following me has a brief case. What is inside of this brief case. Maybe there are tools that can kill me but wait if he wanted to kill me he would of done it already. The man I keep running from is still following me I have been able to find a
My Monologue is on Otis Amber.Otis Amber is 62 years old and is a male he works with crow in a soup kitchen he used to work as a doorman for the Westinghouse he is also a delivery man .He is married to crow and likes to tell jokes on people who pass by the door he is also a delivery man .He likes his aviator hat and crow he hates kids and he hates running.Otis amber is an old scrawny man who lives in the basement of a grocery store.He has a very strange cake. He does not have any friends at all and the only person he really knows is crow.
One question that stuck out in my mind was, “Where did this guy live before coming to Chicago?” The fact that he hadn’t experienced what he was going through before he hit age twenty-two struck me as odd. This led me to assume he originated from a mostly black community where white fear wasn’t common to him. The next thing that struck interest in my mind was the automatic assumption that the women in the alley feared him because he was black, and not because of the fact he was a rather large male at six-feet, two-inches, and had a beard. Not to mention that he was walking behind her late at night down an alleyway with no witnesses. Naturally even I would be wary of a man walking behind me in a situation like that, even if “the stalker” was a women. I do not blame that women for getting out of that situation.
It had been 5 years since the death of Johnny and Dally and everyday I miss them more and more. I am 18 now and about to leave to start my first year of college. I have still been living with my brothers Darry and Sodapop. Darry is now 25 and Soda is now 22. Things have been a little different ever since we won the rumble that night. I remember it like it was yesterday. But the difference is now the greasers and Socs are not really a thing anymore. Darry, Soda and I have kinda lose touch with Two-Bit, Steve and Cherry. But we all still think and talk about them everyday.(I mostly talk about Cherry.) When we see the Socs wondering the streets we don't go over and try to pick a fight anymore. We either smile and wave, it's like we're all one big friendly neighborhood.
“I guess we need to come up with an excuse when we are asked the reason for the annulment.”
... here? Afraid to look out, answer the door, leave? Yes, he’s out there, and he’s clearly not going to leave you alone until one of three things happens: he hurts you and gets arrested, or he makes a mistake and gets arrested, or you stop him.”
Enter Death Cult Little League, not wearing any particular uniform. The crowd cheers them on as they make their way to the stage.
Over and over she sang this, reminiscing on the past, letting the needle guide her into a different time. This melodramatic act of hers was repeated each day, from sunrise until noon when it became time for her afternoon nap. Today remained more or less the same except she was gradually moving further and further back into her memory, further than she had before, transforming into the person she once was, the child she had once been that no longer existed. A calm breeze blew in through the window letting a strand of hair from behind her ear fall onto her face, not seeming to care she continued, “…bumble-bee, lavender, sage.”
The love of family is not important but it’s everything. What would you do if you didn’t have family that was REAL with you? Family is the core of a successful traditional Christmas. Especially if you are like my family where every year we would make hot chocolate or egg nog and watch “Home Alone” or “How the Grinch stole Christmas”. We would sit in the middle of our L shaped couch because of the alignment from the TV and the fire place to get nice and toasty. Bringing families together during Christmas is just like bringing families together for thanksgiving both holidays with the same sentimental value and favoritism. The love of family can’t never be broken. You couldn’t want to be anywhere in the word but at home with your
In the nonfiction book, Chew on This, the author's’ argument and purpose of the chapter “Youngster Business” is to inform people about how marketers are using TV characters to advertise and attract people to buy their product.
The Kings Speech This film is one of the best films produced in 2010, its clever recollection of both a episode in history and a very personal story the two blend perfectly and create one of the best dramatizations of a historical event ever made. The feeling each and every actor put into the film is incredible and makes you feel like its the first time they have felt the effects of the events, rather than the act they play. The director does a tremendous job at creating an atmosphere that even though this film is set in the 1930’s feels like it is happening in today’s society. Directed by Tom Hopper and written by David Seidler, The King's Speech is about King George VI (born Albert) and his persistent and long-lasting speech impediment, from the age of about 4
There are stark differences on how a street gang member dresses compared to how a biker gang member dresses. Street gangs dress in the actual color of their gang affiliation, for example, Crips dress in blue while Bloods dress in red. The gang affiliated color is usually displayed in the hats, shirts, and shoes of the gang member. However, the essential piece of the outfit is the colored bandana which is usually always on display. It can be displayed on their heads, attached to a part of their body or worn hanging out the pockets on their jeans. This is in contrast to the normal attire of a biker gang member. Their attire is put together of boots, jeans, and a shirt. The biker gang member’s essential piece of their outfits is the sleeveless
gus the big fat aggressive school bully. And his 4 brutes for mates preyed on weaker students, abusing there strength, building there ego on the fear of victims.For months I watched him and his gang pick on younger boys, separating them from their friends and beating them up.I knew what they were doing, me and everyone else at the school, but they were left to rampage as they pleased, no one standing up to them as if they where immune to punishment .We were all equally guilty, guilty as Gus and his fellow perpetrators. We should have stood up to them collectively, put and end to this once and for all . The longer we stood back and accepted their behaviour and the longer they were able to rage throughout the school,
Yes yes it is me I am the murdering man I kill other people. I have a good reason though they all made me mad in some way like DR.robinson he made me mad because well because he was annoying. I thought I made it clear that HE WAS ANNOYING BUT HE DIDN’T GET IT SO I GOT MAD AND KILLED HIM BLAMING IT ON MUFF WAS A great plan I didn’t take any of the blame and when they asked who killed him I could just he done it. That was the best part until those two rotten boys told on me they stink I was all fine until I realized that they saw me kill him. I kind of freaked out went all over the place then I did it I killed my self It was the noble thing to do even thought I ain’t noble, but I still can’t believe those two rotten boys are snitches I’d Aut
I will be a hated man. I either will make friends with death, leaving you as a corpse of questions, or allow myself to become the devil you will fear. There are things that you will come to know about me. Truths that will haunt you, consequences that will run you dry, and engulf your thoughts until there is nothing left but bones.
Sir, I was walking home minding my own business when a guy came up behind me. He had, what felt like, a gun to my back. He said, “give me your wallet and you won't get hurt.” I gave him my wallet and then he ran off. I turned to see what he may look like. He was a six foot tall white male wearing a black hoodie. He was heading west on 5th avenue. Please help.