I couldn't stop thinking about David and Charlie and the next day I was a nervous wreck. Julia called me, and I could not bring myself to tell her about my breakfast the day before, never mind my dinner and movie plans for the evening. Then she went and did it - she straight out asked me.
“So have you heard from cute Charlie or gorgeous David yet?”
“Yes, I had breakfast with them both yesterday,” I said and waited for her to erupt.
“Seriously? The both of them together.” She said and bit into something crunchy. I could hear her chewing on what I was fairly certain was a carrot. She continued, “That’s a little weird no? Is there any chance they’re gay and are just interested in you as a friend? You know gay men love straight women as friends.”
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She was chomping and assessing what I had said to her.
“I like them for different reasons,” I said dejected at the prospect of choosing one over the other.
“Girl, you’re in trouble. I don’t even know what to begin to tell you. I guess the best advice I can give you is to follow your heart.”
“That’s the problem; I can’t separate them. I can’t think about one without thinking about the other.” I sighed again.
I had taken to sighing now. I sighed when I thought about my attraction to them, and I sighed in despair at the prospect of having to pick one.
I continued, “And now I have to go away. I have to spend three weeks apart from them which certainly isn’t going to sort any of this out.”
“Annalisa, maybe it’s a good thing you’re going away. Maybe some time away from them will be good. It’ll give you some distance and maybe you’ll find that you miss one more than the other.”
“I just don’t know how the heck this happened. How the hell did I meet two men in one night that would both sweep me off my feet?”
“It’s crazy, especially for you of all people, but I wish I had your first world white girl problems.”
“No Julia, you don’t. I feel like I’m going to be sick.”
“You’re going to be fine. One way or the other it will work itself
“Why can’t I go out?” I questioned her, my heart pounding, and arms quivering. She simply sighed.
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.
Jason gasped, insultingly. "I am a happy trans-sexual and you can't tell me what or who I'm supposed to fall in love with!" He pointed his finger at Lachlan. "I am allowed to my choice of date-mates."
Claire sees him standing by the ticket booth and runs up to him feverishly. “Hey baby what are you doing here? I thought you needed to work on your project.” She said out of breath. I enveloped her back consequently we both walked into the movie room together. Once the movie had ended, individually, we began walking out of the theater. “Baby I’m hungry.” She said with a pout on her face. We began walking to her favorite suave Italian
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.
They were both shocked, they both smiled but they still cried because he was going to lose his love, and now his baby. The doctors asked Julia why she never got treatment done, Jaxson just looked at her with a straight face and said “what are you talking about?”. Julia looked at him and squeezed his hand, and said “I’m sorry I never told you but I was diagnosed when we were sophomores.”
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.
"Didn't you like it?" she asked. And then I started to tell her about it.
Her fingers, ghosting over his knuckles “If I did open myself to someone, again…it’d have to be someone I could trust. Someone I knew had my best interest at heart. Who cared about me, and my recovery.” Finally, she met his eyes, still biting her lip. She was so close now, she could practically taste his breath on her mouth. “But I will think about this, doctor. And I’ll try not to do anything too stupid in the
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
I asked honestly worried. " No, no. We well overcome this. I am sure."
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.
I have been sitting there since an hour but she hasn't uttered a word. She seems to be lost in her own world, choosing to ignore me completely and there I was, sitting like an idiot striving for her one glimpse. I agree, it was all my fault I haven't seen her for two days neither called nor texted. But here am I now, after all, then what does this all drama sums to? A wise (obviously man!)
In act two, the scene begins with Agnes and Tobias discussing the fact that Harry and Edna will be occupying Julia’s old room. This upsets Julia, and she makes this known to Tobias. Tobias brings up all of Julia’s failed marriages. Julia’s brother, who died at a young age, is brought to light. Claire enters and nags Julia about her disordered life. Julia retorts about Cla...
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).