There is a highway but unlike others. Its not often used . But under the stars and the darkness of the sky the full moon shines brightly , illuminating the land. The land that the highway was painfully carved into. Upon that high way that was curved and twisted in odd way, there was a girl in the back of the truck bed. The girl's name was as mysterious as herself and this particular night. Her long hair spilled out gently moving in the breeze as the truck drove down the odd highway. Her eyes are a pretty cool green. She didn't know yet what life had in store for her. Oh but she will end up finding out soon enough. But right now is not the time for the girl to know what life is going to through at her. The girl loved mysteries and adventures. …show more content…
Thoghue the parking lot is a dead give away that I was some what wrong for a single car proved that there was someone who was up ruining the ticket booth. The mysterious named girl hoped out of truck, got her luggage and pays the drive. As she was walked up to the ticket booth the truck had already drove away. She silently pays for her train ticket. The guy selling the train tickets picked up the money that she layed on the top of the counter top…the guy slides the ticket over to her, she picks it up and puts it into her jacket pocket. She wears that jacket not just because its cold outside…but because of the scares on her neck and the curious looking silver symbols imbedded into her skin that runs down arms & shoulders even across her back. The cold did not effect her for the bitter chill of the wind never touches her skin. As the girl sits on the bench that layes in the shadow wating for the train to come. The only sourse of sound she heras is the ticking of a clock set above the bench the girl sits at. A few minuts go by, she lookes up at it only to realize that the ticking clock is set at the wrong
new identity, but all there was for her to find was a great maze not always
As I waited for the 6 train, I walked to the spot to get on, calculated purposefully to the exit of my final destination stop. To ignore the homeless people in the way of where I am going, I turn my music louder, look down, and walk faster. Once I arrived at the stop, I grounded my feet at where I presumed the train doors would open so I will be the first to get on. As usual, I was the first to step onto the train. I went in slowly, snooping for a seat. As I looked down the row of people, like stalks of corn, I was pushed. Shoved into the train by hands clinging onto my shirt, I looked back in disgust. An old lady, arms still stretched from pushing me, looked back and mouthed, “Thank you.” Furious, I thought, did she really just thank me
Across the road, and over the bridge, high and enclosed like the bars of a baby's crib. Fearful of the man who comes toward, passed undisturbed, breathing restored. On she presses, the more she stresses. Traffic much thicker, despite the hour. A night so silent, it makes her cower.
not know who she truly is, but she is eager to find out. She finds her
I neared an exit and pulled off the highway then rode down a lonesome road filled with empty cars and rubble on the street. I came to a stop when I arrived at a spot check, mandatory to enter the small settlement. Two flatbed trucks were blocking the road in, accompanied by guar...
"Something is going on at the warehouse over the hill, I heard a loud noise sounded like a crash of some sort we better check it out." Leo stared at Amber almost blankly still thinking about what he just dreamt about. For a girl she is fairly tall with long brunette hair, brown eyes and olive colored skin.
The train station, landscape, and surrounding area all contribute to establishing a strong vantage point of the characters' situation, emotions, and circumstances. This story in particular is built upon its setting and the characters' circumstances can be easily withdrawn from it.
The charcoal sky spat cold rain. Each drop fell heavily, piercing through her skins surface. Instantly her hair became drenched, her golden locks lay messily in separated brown strands of hair. For a fleeting moment she saw a shadowed figure from the corner of her eye.
Her curiosity has made her ventured the world she never been before, entered each doors that she able to open, she even trying hardly to figured out how to open the doors she couldn’t opened. She also curious about the food and drink she’d found in her journey, she always ate and drank beverages she’d never known just to figure out what its taste or what it’s used for.
There was not really much of a choice. To live or to die. Mr Murderer was staring at me, waiting for me to accept his offer. What is he, a pimp?
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
It was a blazing summer’s day. There were many different races at this competition but they were all three legged relay races. It was time for the first race. The teams were many and all of them, save one, had a common foe - Team Human. Team human had four pairs of runners like all the other teams. The other teams were Team Hate, Team Failure, Team Stereotype and Prejudice, Team Envy and Jealousy, Team Conceit and Pride, and the list could go on and on. Their goal was to slow Human down by serving as obstacles in their lane.
MARA HEARD ITS heavy footsteps behind her, closing in on her with each passing second, yet she remained calm. Not a single muscle trembled inside her. Despite knowing the beast was chasing her down like a rabid dog, she was not scared of it—never had been, never will be. Spinning on her heels, she faced the creature, staring into its vibrant red eyes with a look as hard as stone, like she wanted it to attack her, to rip her skin and tear her limbs apart until she was no more than a mess of blood and skin. But there was something else in her dark eyes; a bright flame of confidence.
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 train glided silently into the station, casting a shadow over platform 1 and the waiting passengers. The crowds boarded hastily as the doors opened. The train’s doors noisily slammed shut and a moments silence was followed by the gentle electric murmur as the train slid out of the station. Across the crowds I made eye contact with another year 7 who gave an awkward smile. The smile turned to a frown as she rummaged through her bag, but then let out a heavy sigh as she found the lost object.