I am Katelyn Zdanowicz sister of Becca and daughter of Amy. Austin is not really family, so we are planning on killing him soon. We are going on a trip to the New World. Everybody is packed and ready for the trip to the New World. We don’t know how long it will be, so we brought a lot of supplies to keep us alive such as a giant blanket, medicine, a needle and thread, seeds, food, water, fishing equipment, tools, knives, rubbing alcohol, dishes, and candles. We need to kill Austin on the ship so we don’t waste any supplies on him. We have extra supplies in his suitcase because all he wanted to bring was alcohol. We need board in the morning at 8:00 sharp, so we need to board the ship called the Speedwell soon so we can meet up with the Mayflower for our journey. The Speedwell is going to take us there, but we hear that it is leaking, so I don’t know if we will make it the whole way without going on the Mayflower. We board the Speedwell at 5:30 with all of our …show more content…
We gather our things quickly and board the ship. We rip the floorboards out of the cabin in case we need to start a fire. The Mayflower is very cramped now that there are all of us on the ship. They tell us that somebody has termite infested wood and it is destroying the ship. First we are angry, but then we decide to take care of the wood. We have to burn the part of the flooring that was infested, but it is only a small hole. We can now see into the Hold, so we plan on stealing some of the captain’s supplies. It is agreed that we will not steal too much at one time, but we will have to steal it in the first couple of weeks because if we begin stealing when we start running out of our supplies, the captain might notice. Everybody takes orders from us because they are scared we will murder them, and they right because we are secretly noting the people we may end up disposing of in desperate
The Commander of the division to which I belonged, as soon as soon as we were on board the ship, appointed me to boatswain, and ordered me to go to the captain and demand of him the keys to the hatches and a dozen candles. I made the demand accordingly, and the captain promptly replied, and delivered the articles; but requested me at the same time to do no damage to the ship or the rigging. We then were ordered to ...
Honey, this has been the longest year of my life, life here is absolutely terrible. It’s only been a year since I have been ranked to Specialist E-7 and sent to Verdun and it has been nothing but pure chaos. As of Last week the 21st of February at 7:12 AM the first shot from a German Krupp landed at Verdun. Lifting up your head you can only see bullets flying everywhere nonstop, it’s a constant battle for land and to weaken the oppositions army. We were told to stay low until ordered to fire, but then our Commanding Officer almost forced us into charging into the Krauts Trenches. Luckily they chose to send a different divisions to risk their lives, God bless their souls. Though since they charged we got bombarded with hundreds of shells the next few days. Disease ran rapid as well, such as Trench Foot it has been a major disease here, my friend Private John Huberts shot himself in his foot after getting this disease, he’s been sent back to Dijon to be treated ever since I haven’t heard from him since. The mud is the second worst part of these trenches, though the constant Rats running around definitely take the cake, every night being woken up from these rats running across you is infuriating for the most part. Also these rats have been eating all our food supply leaving many to starve in the trenches.
We walked down into the bustling docks, stinking of long dead fish and seaweed. We walked past the decreped old fishing boats and their owners, all with rotting wooden lobster pots and old rope nets. The huge ship was moared in the harbour, its ancient gangplank rested lightly on the hole filled pier. Mr Cheese, our navigator, stood at the top polishing his peg leg, while Meet-Hook stood behind working on yet another wax painting. Otis and Carla ran up the gangplank and began to load the crates of sugar and cotten from the plantations into the hold.
The day has come. The day I've feared but tried so hard not to. Two men grab me by the arms and lead outside to the blinding sunlight, reluctantly. My tattered shoes scrape along the rocky sand of the camp, everyones watching me now. They all know what's happening and feel sorry for me, except for a smug figure in the distance, obviously Sergeant Hanley. My eyes dart helplessly around the camp, I see the firing squad and a lump swells in my throat. Then I see Tommo, and remember my promise to him.
Anxiously I paced until I heard the alluring beeping. A plastic baggy rested on the counter beside me. I opened my microwave to the sweet aroma of chicken nuggets. They were too hot at the moment. Dinosaur nuggets cried out my name, begging to be eaten. I grabbed the bag and scooped up nuggets. I could feel the steam in the bag. Warm and almost a soft feel. I glanced at the flickering numbers on the clock.
The sound of a telephone ringing crossed with toilet flushing comes from my laptop. It is 3am in Chicago and I am super jet lagged. I click the green video button and on my screen appears two of my friends in Dubai. It has only been a day since I got back from Kenya, but I have missed these guys already. They get right into catching me up on their lives as I look for a pair of headphones so we don’t wake up everyone in my house.
Frost paused to look at Wolf and Leopard, then turned back to the remaining Iraqis, firing his weapon in three-round controlled bursts.
Adán rolled his violet eyes and switched off his phone. He smiled as he stared at the beautiful, lively street scene of Netherworld.
It was 9:00 on a dark and dreary night in October when Mindy and Mandy crept slowly up the stairs to check on their little brother Max. Mandy was very upset over the fact of having to check on her little brother when she wanted to sleep. However, Mindy wanted to make sure he was asleep, and she dragged Mandy along for company.
For my first piece of original writing I intend to create a piece primarily written for entertainment however, I also want to portray an interest into historical and political persuasions. I aim to write this piece for an audience of teenagers to young adult who are aged from around fifteen to twenty-five and are male, I also wish to identify with those interested in political thrillers within this age range. The genre of which shall be a short fiction story consisting chiefly of narrative and written in the third person. I picture this piece as being one of a collection of short stories concerned with the political-thriller fiction sub-genre. Despite being a fiction text I aim to tie in real world non-fiction.
It was a dark, cold, cloudy day. The clouds covered the sky like a big black sheet, nothing to be seen except darkness that seemed to go on forever. This was the third day in a row that there had been complete darkness, there was no getting rid of it. This was because of ‘the meteorite.’
Early June sun shining bright. I set off into town. Driving down the road, mind drifting. I know this roads every twist and turn, when CRUNCH. I step outside to assess the damage. To my despair I find a tree has viciously mutilated the right side of my Volkswagen Jetta. I drive home knowing the rage of my parents will be inevitable. After countless hours of lecturing they calm down and reach the conclusion that I must get a job.
I look up, the sunlight peaking through the far-flung branches of the sparse old trees. The air is crisp and clean, the scent of spring floating on a soft breeze. A chill dances across the skin of my bare arms, sharpening the excitement evoked by the relative solitude. My bare feet step onto the cold, damp soil exposed by the worn path made by the frequent tread of small children.
“Alert! Help! Shuttle going down! Shuttle going down!” I call into the receiver. My shuttle’s going out of control! I tighten my seatbelt to the chair even more and grip onto the controls harder. One second I see that I’m rocketing into an unknown planet. The next moment I heard a thud. My eyes are open, but I don’t feel any sight. Everything’s white and I feel paralyzed. This can’t be how I’m going to die..
Mr. Peabody saw the Earth got swallowed by the red giant Sun, like a snake swallowing a man whole alive, through his electrical telescope as he watched from Gliese 581 G. Quickly, he was telling everyone what he saw in his telescope. He thought it was a great lesson to get away before we die.