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Character development introduction
An essay on character development
Character development introduction
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Keep On Swimming
“Drowning. The water reaches towards me, coiling around each of my limbs into its iron grip, pulling me further down into the menacing abyss below me. I struggle, twisting to and fro, but to no avail; the murky vines of water tangle around me and tighten the more I move. I strained to hear the taunting words that seemed to echo around me, emitting loudly from the abyss below. “You freak, you deserve to die!” The words bounce around, caressing me in a false sense of safety. An underlining of severity and anger pricked like tiny needles, etching tiny unnoticeable scratches, like a paper cut, onto my body. The currents seemingly whisper words similar that to the abyss. The words stung. Pain.
The vines grip tight again, squeezing me. I can almost feel the bruises begin to form, but I have no chance to react as my breath is immediately forced out. I gasp, only to allow the water to fall into my mouth. I choke. Water crashes against the walls of my throat, the salt burns as if it were lava bubbling down to my lungs and not water. I frantically squirmed, hoping for someone, anyone, to rescue me. No hope. Laughter pierces my hearing. Maybe someone miraculously found me! My eyes dart about, ignoring the pain rippling through me. I see no one. Perhaps it was a trick of the mind? I hear it again; this time it’s more fluent and audible.
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It doesn’t sound happy or gleeful or cheery, instead it felt malicious and spiteful as if this was a moment that they had been waiting for. That this was the ending to a trilogy of films that the hated with a passion. And it just might as well have been. The water slowly let go, letting my half limp body to float softly like a feather down below. I gave up with forcing myself to swim up, I had no strength left. I was finished. Life is futile if you can no longer push forward. I gently lowered my eyelids as a sea of dark washed over me. I had no goodbyes to say to the world. I was
The cold, salty water hits my lungs, and I finally admit to myself that I'm drowning. My last breath explodes into a hundred watery bubbles. They escape toward the surface, leaving me behind. I kick even harder but I'm not going anywhere.
His screams are getting louder, I screamed with fear and desperately hoping that someone would save me. I screamed one more time hoping someone will come and help me.
Your black whispers seep into my frantic mind, And your rancid mutterings make my insides bleed. The shards of my shattered heart cut me open from the inside, And the fire you spark in my blood burns me.
...we found the bodies, yet the crashing blue-green water spins me into a reality that is worlds away from the sight of stiff men. I'm not sure if this is healing or forgetfulness; all I can be certain of is the bite of the water on my skin and the dropping sun. I stare at my hand under the surface of the water, fascinated by how far away it looks and by the deep blue color of my fingernails. That hand isn't a part of my body, how can it be, it is deep in the water, opening and closing experimentally as water crashes on top of it. I want to leave it there, forever feeling the numbing water, forever fighting the currents that would wash it out to the Pacific Ocean. But then my arm moves, lifts my hand, and I realize it is mine, as are my legs and toes and wet matted hair. And the water keeps falling, pounding, rushing and I just stand there, staring, watching, waiting.
Alone. That’s how she felt. Secluded to her small cave and heavy darkness. The light of day shone through an opening just wide enough to fit her head through. The hole gaped on the side of the cave, allowing in the most light when the mid-morning sun shone its brightest.
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
You have lost all hope. You’ve finally submerged under the water. My silence is just another word for my pain. It feels like a big gloomy cloud that never fades away. It’s not like I can wake up one day and say “I wanna be happy and just be happy Believe me I’ve tried” I’ve felted that in every being in my body.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
The frigid water stares back at me, but the cold does not worry me. The part that I know is coming, does. I hit the icy water like a brick wall, and gasp for air with my teeth chattering. My life jacket holds me above the depths. Splash!
I am drowning. The water is finally done with me. The extreme cold temperature bleeds all the energy from my body and my muscles hung- limp in uselessness. With superhuman effort, I struggled to keep myself above the surface. The ocean oblivious to my predicament continued to spin me around and force me to plunge deeper and deeper under the water. Even when I manage to catch my breath in the few terrifying seconds I miraculously push my head into the air, I barely get a lungful before I am sucked under again. The current is too strong. The waves mock my fruitless attempt to salvage myself from a despondent situation by slapping me with more waves. And suddenly.. It all stopped. The fierce gust and deadly waves died down. Could it be the sea
" I heard myself. I'm not deaf. Am I blind? It was so dark. "Why am I here?
He had never imagined it would come to this. He was the last man on earth, and it was lonely. He slept lonely, ate lonely, dreamed lonely and breathed lonely. It seemed like only yesterday that paradise had all gone to pot...
No one saw me. I tried to get as much attention as I could, but it was no use, I just had to face the fact that today's the day. I tasted the water in my mouth and felt my lungs filling up with water. I felt like a balloon loosing air, like a tire getting popped. This was
Just as I get a breath, the powerful monster swallows me once more. It finally hits me that I’m going to be under a long time. These are 20 ft waves, I think to myself. There is no way I am getting out of here the easy way. I feel the blood surge to my head as the paranoia sets in.
One of the most unique creatures are fish. As I am sitting here in my room, my fish are swimming about with not a care in the world. I wonder what it would feel like to be a fish.