I awoke to the sound of the wind. No, it couldn’t be, no wind on earth could create such a terrible din! It was like a cassette recording of the roar of a lion, only copied and re-recorded several million times. The sound was dappled with occasional grinds and shrieks, too, which caused me to wince whenever they reached my ears. Curious, I pried my eyes open and turned my head to the left. I nearly jumped sky-high in the air, for through the jungle mist I spied a vacuum cleaner. It awkwardly rolled back and forth, smoke emanating from the underside. The user of this decrepit machine soon appeared. Stumbling disjointedly through the undergrowth was a little old man. His appearance was no more impressive than that of his appliance. It appeared as if his business suit (if you could even call it that now) was made of a myriad of rips and shreds. I quickly dove behind a boulder, hoping to remain unnoticed. As the vacuum’s painful cries drew nearer, I took a careful peek over the enormous stone. For the first time, I could see his face clearly. It seemed so familiar, and yet, I hadn’t the faintest memory of who this raggedy old man was. My thoughts were interrupted by his voice. “Don’t be scared, Joe, I’ve come to show you your destiny,” he said. The sound of his voice brought forward a memory. That’s it! He was the host on those old Oreck vacuum cleaner infomercials! But what was he doing in the middle of the jungle? Then I wondered, what was I doing in the middle of the jungle? I decided to deal with the situation at hand. “I kind of want to wait until I figure out my destiny… to figure out my destiny,” I replied raising an eyebrow, “That’s usually how it goes, isn’t it?” “Just follow me, you’ll be fine,” he assured me. Feeling... ... middle of paper ... ... they have none,” my guide explained solemnly. “But, where’s the devil?” I asked, confused. “Relax, Satan was just created to scare people into being good.” “Okay, that makes sense, I guess,” my eyes widened, “How do we get back out? Will God come and pick us up or something?” “That won’t be necessary,” Mr. Oreck said in a really awesome, badass kind of way. “What?” “I have been God for years, but I have grown old. You are God now. Try it.” I thought about floating, and we began to float. The sorrowful souls below began to get smaller and smaller. Astonished, I implored, “This is pretty cool, I guess. Are there frozen pizzas in Heaven? How about ice cream? Can I smite people? Or maybe re-introduce dinosaurs?” Below, the tortured celebrities sobbed on, paying no attention to the two figures and a vacuum, slowly vanishing into the limitless white above.
I looked up at Gabriel from the grass. I never actually got to inspect the full extent of his features. His dark brown hair was tussled and looked as if he had been running his fingers through it from stress. His green eyes resembled emeralds. He had a bit of muscle on him, but he wasn’t too broad shouldered. You could see a small rose tattoo on his upper bicep. He wore a dark green t-shirt and jeans. He was definitely handsome, and all his features complimented each other.
"Very well, then." says the demon king, and decides to teleport them out of the elevator in which they have been confined in for such a long period of
The Story begins on a beach with three young children playing. Violet, 14, inventor; Klaus, 12, amateur researcher; and Sunny, baby, professional biter who has not totally developed speech. When they arrive to the beach it is a cloudy foggy overcast day. Violet is spending her time here skipping rocks, Klaus is studying tide pools and Sunny is just enjoying her time being at the beach with her older siblings. Even though it is not the greatest day in the world, the children are enjoying their time spent here at their favorite place. No other people are here on beach and this gives the children a place to be alone with their imagination. While playing a gentleman is approaching, but with the fog it scares the children because they cannot see who walks beneath the fog. As the figure gets closer they start to figure out who it is. The strange figure that lurked in the fog is Mr. Poe a friend of the family. Mr. Poe comes over to the children playing and explains to the children that their parents have perished in a fire that destroyed their home. Mr. Poe explains to the children that they will have to live with his family temporarily until he can figure out a plan as to where they will go.
“You don’t know me.” My voice sounded as unsteady as his stance. He shrugged as he chuckled; the laughter turned my blood cold. He seemed to know something I did not.
Jocelyn was driving through a wooded section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the downpour.
There once was a man named Franswah, and he had a wife named Keisha. They both lived in Keithville, Atlanta. They had a little girl named Jasmine, she was twelve years of age and she attended Ghettoville Jr. High School in the seventh grade. Keisha never did like doing anything, so her husband Franswah decided to go out and have an affair with a lady named Shay. Franswah and Shay worked at a law firm together. Shay was his assistant, she always helped him with things and they always went to lunch together. So some nights he never came home or either he came in late. Keisha was never the type of person to just argue, she mainly just questioned him to see what the response would be and she left it alone until the next morning. So one night when he came in he had a funny odor and Keisha asked him what was up with the smell, he told her that he had been working out and got sweaty. Their daughter Jasmine had very high blood pressure, so most of the time she didn’t go to school because of her condition and she stayed ill. Keisha had a younger sister named Ashley, she is the rowdy type that doesn’t care and will tell anybody anything. Keisha was telling her sister about Franswah coming in late, having a odor on him and don’t want to be questioned. So one day when Ashley was over there and he walked in she confronted him and told him if she find out that’s its that he’s cheating on her she was gone handle it. So he got mad and started hollering at Keisha for telling her sister about what was going on in their relationship. Then that’s when Ashley came back and told him that she can tell her anything she want to tell her because that’s her sister. So few minutes later the phone rings and its was Shay. Keisha answers the phone and it was another lady’s voice, and she asked to speak to Franswah. So she asked her who is calling and she told her that it was Franswah’s baby mother. Everyone is in shock, so Ashley gets on the phone and started getting rowdy. Ashley was asking her different questions like how old is the baby, where she live, and where did Franswah and her meet.
partially due to the fact that I rarely left my house, but mainly because I spent my freshman and sophomore, and half of my junior year buried under cooking books in the school library during lunch instead of socializing with my peers—Ice queen, they called me.
“Yes, I did and that person would be Emma. She is still upset about me breaking up with her. She knows when I let Pebbles out to play. She is the only person that hates me enough to take Pebbles, muttered
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
To tell you anything about this game, we must start from the beginning. It all started with a war. It was a war between humans and monsters. The humans wanted the monster’s land so they could expand and own everywhere. It is never told where this story takes place, but I have been told to assume it is in the Rockies. The monsters lost the war and were forced back into a mountain, where they were sealed away forever. Anyone could get in, but no one could get out. It was told there was a need for seven human souls in order to break the spell, and all the souls of the monsters in the underground and ruins would only equal to one soul. The humans had something the monsters didn’t, a thing called, “Determination”. Years passed and the underground evolved, making an entire world beneath the earth.
As a child, all I knew was that there was some man asking if it was alright if he dated my mom. Of course, no matter how much my mom instructed me not to ask, I asked the question can I have a baby brother or sister. Eventually, I got a sister and she was everything I could ask for. And eventually, my mother got engaged to that exact same man. She had been engaged before so I thought why should this one be any different. though this man I now call my father certainly stood out more than the others. He actually loved her for who she was not for the mask she put on. But for who she truly was. Brave adventurous somebody who stands up for herself and others and has the immense ability to empathize with a cause or a person to the point of crying.
The first hour of the painful two hour car ride was just me making what I thought appeared to be very valid arguments about why he should just turn around and take me back home, but he didn’t. Rather, he just sat there, nodding in a silence that somehow screamed “I don’t care!” Eventually, I succumbed to the silent scream and waited to arrive. After what seemed like a century, we arrived at the dirty farm in the evening.
I could almost taste the aroma of machine oil with just a hint of tobacco as I took a deep breath in an effort to calm myself. The janitor’s room was dark and silent, so unlike the hustle and bustle of the fourth grade classroom that I had just been kidnapped from. As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, my attention jumps from object to object. Drills, saws, tool boxes and hung on the walls were all sorts of gadgets that were begging to be explored. After a second deep breath, reality dashed any hope of exploration. I was a prisoner. My life was doomed.
I climbed the steps the rotting front door and pushed it open with both hands. The smell of damp engulfed me as I stepped over the threshold and clumps of ash were pumped into the air as I continued onto the carpet. As I passed through, I traced my hands on the familiar wallpaper before placing my hands on the shiny doorknob to the kitchen. I twisted it, listening to the scratching of...