Creepypaste Monologue

She then would deliver papers at one in the morning to help my father give my brother and I the best life we could have. She gave up her free time to pay for school, out of school activities, and Disney Vacations every year. I remember overhearing my mother crying because she was so

Grandpa was in abusive partner towards my grandma. She only stayed with him because she didn’t like the idea of being a single mother. Until the day she couldn’t take it no more. I knew the problems, money problems, relationship problems between my mom and dad” grandma and grandpa. I always did my best

I am currently reading the book, Creepypasta, a story filled with chilling horror stories, such as the one I am going to question, visualize, and evaluate today, the terrifying story Come Closer. “…So his mere presence felt threatening…” (Clovdtears 13). Firstly I will be questioning about whom this mysterious man is that the kids talk about, secondly I will visualize several different areas in the story, and lastly I will evaluate the story. To begin with I am questioning whom the man is that the kids are talking about.

I was scared about talking about it. I get scared facing how much I do actually miss you, so I avoid it, so it doesn 't get communicated, so you think I don 't miss you. and I 'm tired of being scared about this. I came close to slamming my head against a stone today, and it occurred to me then that that could have killed me. or as good as.

Through that experience, I felt better. Very rarely am I still bullied, but my blood is not boiling and I feel I have someone who I can talk

The bullying was getting worse so I felt it was time to stand up for myself. I stood up to the bully and she felt threaten that 's when trouble came aboard. She wanted to fight me, and at this point I knew I couldn 't fight at school because I would get in trouble. She kept teasing me, pushing me, and I would tell her to stop

The Carroll Players performed the American play, Fat Pig, by playwright Neil LaBute, at Carroll University’s Otteson Studio Theatre, on Saturday, October 24, 2015. Two performances were scheduled (2:00 PM and 7:00 PM), and I attended the earlier show. The simple romantic relationship plot of “boy-meets-girl and they fall in love” cleverly twisted into comedic satire, as “the girl” is a pretty, plus-size librarian and “the boy” is a handsome, physically-fit professional man living in a big city. The play’s director, Ryan Albrechtson, theatre arts major senior, captured the plot’s irony.

She was always way too nice and dated the wrong type of guys. She ended up dating this guy two years ago, she was too blind to see he was an addict. One day when we were at my dad's house over the weekend, the cops were called to her house because there was an incident of a gunshot. My mom had called the cops because her ex boyfriend had shot himself by accident. They ended up putting a search warrant on her home and found drugs

Almost everyone is teased or bullied for something. Not everyone stands to up it, though. It can have a powerful effect on life; it can tear down confidence or cause depression. However, the strongest people do not care and stand tall up to bullies--they are assertive. Confidence is hard to come by, just like strong willed people.

Hi, I’m…… well I guess you know what I am by now. It’s funny how we met so easily remember when you slept over brain’s house the other day and you felt weird. Well here I am, the parasite you were trying to scratch off your body but it never worked. See I told you it was funny well funny for me in a way.

I open my eyes to a dim flickering light and I the same four grey walls I wake up to everyday. I stare up at the plain cracking ceiling while springs push painfully into my back. I wonder what month and day it is. I wonder if it's morning, afternoon, or night. I couldn't tell you because in here we have no windows.

I stiill can’t believe what I did! Did I really push my halloween bride in front of a train? It seems like a nightmare! Oh god what have i done? I’m a murderer, I killed Crilly!

Something that contributes to how I define myself is the babysitter I had as a child. Her name was Janina Kolanek, we called her Jean, and she was a polish immigrant. She taught me a whole load of life lessons, both directly and indirectly, that shaped me into the person I am today. Jean didn’t necessarily have the best life. She was a prisoner of war in the Holocaust as a child and she never saw her family again after that.

You 're a brutal brute who barks at the sheep clothed in your bite marks. The phrases you tattooed within me are maggots crawling into my brain. While they lay eggs made of tainted Ivory Seraph hair - it chokes my thoughts.

She never gave up and did what she had to do to give my siblings and I a roof over our heads. We grew up having nothing, but the only thing that we did get was