Seeing momentary submission in his eyes, I turned and started for the woods at a pace designed to prevent further discussion. I could not continue to stand around and play dumb. I had a strong sense that my friends were there and in trouble, and I wasn't about to allow them to be shot! The time to take charge had arrived, and a dramatic exhibition had convinced them I meant it. I figured there would be hell to pay for that once the shock wore off, I guessed I better find a tub of pitch and start stoking a fire! As I started for the woods, Jill moved to accompany me. I motioned her back. She responded submissively, saying “Sir, you may need help. Let me back you up.” I didn't need help, but I wasn't inclined to waste time arguing. There wasn't …show more content…
It was Stapleya with her daughter Wisceya. Jill produced a flashlight and shown it in their direction, which decidedly did not help! They saw Jill, and started to retreat. Jill moved as if she were going to draw her sidearm, I placed my hand on her arm. I called to them “It's OK, she's a friend and here to protect us.” After some momentary hesitation, they ran to me in tears! We hugged and nuzzled each other in the twilight for several minutes, the girls blubbering into my chest as they described their ordeal, being hunted and horribly terrified to be out of doors at night. They had been out here two nights, had gone without food save a few berries they had found. I reassured them it's alright now, that I would take care of them. Even as I was telling them all this, I wondered how I was going to do so. Could I protect them? Which was the greater danger, the local civilians, the local cops, or the feds who had brought me here. How could I fix this, how could I take them …show more content…
He was used to being the one in charge! He was the 'Authority', not me! I lowered my voice conspiratorially lest the others overhear. “You wanted to know secrets? Get those others out of here! Let's contain this! Once they are gone, I will bring my friends out and introduce them, and we will find out how they come to be here. And yes, they are the people from the dinosaur world that I wrote about and my friends! In fact the older one is the one I named in my book as the head mother of the castle. They are good and gentle people, scared out of their wits. Now chase away those God damned circus freaks with the guns! Let's contain this before more 'alien sightings' make it onto late night radio shows. And grab their damned cell phones and cameras and anything else that might have recorded this scene!” Digesting what I had told him, and seeing Jill walking up as she nodded and gave him a thumbs up, he went over and talked to the county mountie and his cohorts, and after a bit of grumbling and waving about of his badge, he convinced them to leave. The one whose gun barrel I had bent was carrying it gingerly and giving me a strange look. I guess I couldn't blame him. I felt a tinge of guilt about ruining his weapon, but he shouldn't point it at my
With only the moon and stars to guide her, she picked her way down to the trucks, where a few embers of the fire remained. She could hear something that sounded like wind On the ground were unidentifiable lumps that seemed to be moving in the nonexistent breeze. On the front of one of the looming vehicles was a blood stain. Emmaline crept toward it. On her way there she accidentally stepped on one of the lumps and heard a man-like squawk. She looked down and saw two eyes glistening in the moonlight and an open mouth still. She slowly turned around in a circle. The lumps that Emmaline had assumed to be tree stumps earlier were now rising from the ground and shouting. Fear was welling up inside Emmaline but she told herself to stay brave for Edgar’s sake and she let out a deafening battle cry and charged at the nearest man. He ran towards the blood-stained truck and jumped up into the cab, Emmaline close behind. The soldier shut the door in Emmaline’s face and she turned around. The other men were all packing up as fast as they could. Emmaline stayed until every truck had left, watching silently with an evil glare. Then she raced back up the hill to join her Father and
It was Hayley and Paige’s favorite time of the year. Every year their Girl Scout troop goes on a camping trip on Mt. Bushwell. An immense campsite with a massive forest the size of two football fields. Paige and Hayley were so excited to go this year especially because on the news they said there were three Bigfoot sightings there. One thing Paige and Hayley love more than camping is exploring. Basically outdoors was their best friend. On the ride to Mt. Bushwell Paige and Hayley were planning
I’m sorry Ordina, but I am under orders and we all know what happens if we disobey them. Ordina half smiles. “Trust me I know exactly how bad his temper can get. Pass me my shawl please. The second officer grabs the shawl and Ordina places it across her shoulders. “Shall we go now. She grins. “The faster I see him, the faster the remedy for all of us.” The sky was getting dark and the raindrops were coming down quite heavily now. Scarlet also knew the dangers that lurk in the forest at night. Shining eyes radiated from behind every tree. She hastily heads up the path and over the hill. She can now see a subtle glow of the light from her home. The dark night air brings with it a cold skin tingling breeze. Scarlet feels relief as she reaches the edge of the forest and gracefully walks softly among the meadow wisps. As she reaches the front porch she sees that the front door of her house is slightly open. She walks in cautiously. She calls out quietly, “Mama are you here? She pauses and hears nothing. “Mama? As she enters further, she notices that the fire has not been tended. She checks the pot over the fireplace. Empty. “That’s odd. Scarlet stomach gives a low growl. Why was there no
The story begins with the horrific, detailed rape of Tonya Hailey. Besides being the most disgusting series of events in the entire book, the reader has no choice but to pray that the little girl will make it out alive. Through all of the beatings and tortures, she luckily survives, offering a sense of relief and finality. Shortly after, though, the action picks up again with the sheriff’s search for the rapists...
I could see the fear in her eye, and could feel the pain in her trembling hands. I could sense her discomfort when she talked about the night. I had never known, and never would have guessed, that something happened to her at a party with kids I knew from my school. She told me first. She only told me. She spoke to me about how she can not be in a room with a stranger, or how she feels that part of her died that night. She explained that hugs didn’t feel good anymore, they felt intrusive. She explained that she won’t stay in a room with a male teacher if the other students leave. Every part of her life, she explained, has been changed. She wasn’t the same girl anymore, and she blamed herself for it. Even contemplating suicide, like many victims often do, seemed better than living with the memories. She was too afraid to talk to her parents, because she had drank a little the night of the incident; and too afraid to tell her friends, because they thought that the guy was cool. She didn’t trust anyone anymore, not even her old best guy friends. She had known him; they had been friends in junior high. She knew him…
My head is now held high as I walk through the camp, led by two of my own, toward the post. I pull an incognito smile, not because I'm happy but because I realise how closely this resembles a quick cane by Mr Munnings back at Iddelsleigh. I know from then on I'd always protect Tommo, this time proving it was with my life as well. My feet itch to run as I near the post, the firing squad loading their guilty rifles with their damned guilty bullets. I know it's not their fault, they're as deep in sorrow as I am, but still Sergeant Hanley crosses his arms and his smug grin isn't so hidden anymore as I can hear the thoughts floating through my head, "Look who won now...Private Peaceful."
The doctor said “I’m very sorry to tell you this, but i'm afraid you have PTSD.” The sniper just stared at the doctor and fell on the floor
Just the sight of him filled me with intense, trembling rage. I will kill this bastard with my bare hands. Looking down at my leg and back up at me, he brought his gun down realizing the dire state I was in. He looked me in the eyes, and pointed his finger behind him. After that, he simply nodded and walked away, not looking back.
On the Monday October 27th, 2014, for the first time in 4 years I did not wake up at 5:30 in the morning, I was not putting on a green skivvy shirt and shorts. There was no formation, no one that was higher command I had to report to, telling me where I had to go, what time I had to eat breakfast, what was I doing this day or what our platoon plans were for the day. There were no PT (physical training) I had to do this morning. Instead, I woke up grab a regular t-shirt, khaki shorts, and my two sea bags full of clothing and gear that I collected during my time in the Marine Corps. I threw everything in my vehicle and drove from Camp Pendleton, California to Quincy, Illinois. Within two weeks I was accepted to Southern Illinois University Carbondale. For three days, I stayed at the
“Raise your hand if you’ve ever been through a hard time,” Nick announced during the
“WHO GOES THERE? I do not wish to have any company in my cave, you fools! Run now or you will be forced to escape my wrath!” My disgruntled voice shouted into the thin air. The group of men scampered
(Exposition) The cold, intimidating, winter breeze finally arrived. But I wasn’t cold. The thought of her kept me warm. She who gives thy warmth and butterflies. Her name was Tiffany Tran.
The floor was rock hard and chilly after I blacked out for a few seconds and my vision was blurred, as if I had just woken up early in the morning and I was still very tired. While I laid on the ground with my head pounding and my skull feeling shattered, I was like a detailed painting at a museum and people were staring at me in pure shock. There were sounds of gasps and passerbys asking if they should call 911 and if I was okay. At the time I couldn’t hear what they were saying because I was so out of it. You might be very confused as to why I was suffering on the floor, so I’m here to explain how and when I fell.
Have you ever been scared for the safety of a complete stranger? Have you changed somebody’s outlook on life just by being a Good Samaritan? Well, I have. It was a late Thursday night and I was in a bad part of town informally known as “The Knob.” I had been at a friend's house when we decided to leave to find somewhere to eat. On the way, my friend got a call from his mom telling him he had to be home. His house wasn’t really out of the way. As I pulled down Belle Avenue, towards his house, another friend of mine shouts out “Hey, pull over that guy just knocked that girl out” I instantly questioned this absurd accusation. “What? You’re joking.” As I turned around I noticed that he certainly wasn’t as I saw a middle-aged lady facedown on the pavement. Without hesitation I parked the car and we all ran over to see what was going on. You could see in the distance a man in an orange hooded jacket fleeing the scene. My friend attempted to wake this lady up. She was out cold. At this point each one of us had no idea what we should do. Obviously, the first thing we should have done was call the police, but let me remind you this was a bad part of town and didn’t know if we would be the next. Tommy, my friend, the nearest house and knocked on the door. A trashy looking man answered the door. After being informed that there was an unconscious lady in front of his house he scurried to her aid. The man then realized it was a good friend of his. Jane was her name. You could sense his anger and concern for this lady. He began to frantically ask questions. Who, what, when, where, why, how and every other sort of interrogation question was thrown our way. We described her assailant and which way he went. Evidently it was her boyfriend. At this ...
I awoke to the sun piercing through the screen of my tent while stretching my arms out wide to nudge my friend Alicia to wake up. “Finally!” I said to Alicia, the countdown is over. As I unzip the screen door and we climb out of our tent, I’m embraced with the aroma of campfire burritos that Alicia’s mom Nancy was preparing for us on her gargantuan skillet. While we wait for our breakfast to be finished, me and Alicia, as we do every morning, head to the front convenient store for our morning french vanilla cappuccino. On our walk back to the campsite we always take a short stroll along the lake shore to admire the incandescent sun as it shines over the gleaming dark blue water. This has become a tradition that we do every morning together