Monologue Of Mice And Men Short Story
The patter of the rain on the pavement presented a bathetic atmosphere. Perched atop a decaying warehouse, I sense an ominous situation occurring. A scream. The pounding of feet. More screaming. I look for the source of commotion. Crossing the rutted roof to the next alleyway, I look down below to see three burly men taking advantage of a girl attempting to walk home at night. Fixing the mask upon my head, I plunge to the alley floor. This ain’t happenin’. Not to my girl. Displaying my powers, webs jut out from my wrists and connect with the villainous men. Tossing them to the side like they were nothing, the crooks realized that they weren’t messing with an ordinary bystander. As the men run off and I know I have completed my job,