It's dark, wind rustling through the trees made a howling noise. The leaves made a squishing noise, since it rained the day before, as he walked. His feet started getting wet from the water soaking in his shoes. As he kept walking, his shoes seemed to become wetter and heavier. He legs began to go numb from all the walking. He knows he needs to stop, but the thought of his parents punishing him even more than what they already had, coaxed him to keep moving. After another hour of walking he knows he needs to stop and rest. At this point his teeth are chattering and he can't feel his legs. While trying to find somewhere to rest, he wanders across a dark mysterious cave. He's afraid to approach the cave, but he knows he must rest if he wants …show more content…
He cracks the corner of his eyes to see the sun shining bright. He gets up off the filthy dirt, he looked like he had just rolled down a hill of muck because the tacky dirt had stuck to him. Once getting up, he noticed that he attained all the feeling back in his legs, but they were still shivering from the bitter weather. He resumes his journey to sanctuary, away from his abusive parents. Walking for a couple hours he thought of what he required for another day by himself. He created a list in his head. His top priority is fire. He searches through the forest for twigs and other objects that will …show more content…
He decides to just stay the night in the creepy house, and make a fire with a lighter he stole out of his mom's cigarette pack. He knows he needs food, but shelter is more important. After striking the fire a couple times it finally catches fire making bright, pleasant warm flames that lit up the room. He left the abandoned cabin to find more firewood and food. He doesn't know exactly what kind of food he wants as long as it's edible and will give him energy for another day. Searching through the murky woods, he sense eyes watching his every move. He looks around cautiously scared of what might be out here with him. The food doesnt matter anymore, he just needs firewood to last the night. He gets back to the cabin swings the door open and runs in. After calming down, he relaxes in the dusty chair. Thinking of why nobody's found him, or if anyone's even looking for him. “Maybe they don't even care that i'm gone” he says to himself. “Maybe they're just looking in the wrong spots.” He really doesn't want to be found he just wishes someone would care about him enough to look. He tries to focus on something else before he starts crying. At that moment his stomach started aching. Food was now on his mind. Particularly hot creamy brown gravy with a nice sized, thick, juicy steak, and a big, fluffy, buttery, bun on the side. He fell asleep with food on his
Once he woke up he realized he was on a beach and insects were tearing him up. He had landed in a lake and drug himself up. He was still very tired and hurt from the crash so he just fell back asleep again. Once he woke up we went to the lake and got a drink, he was hungry. All he had to survive was a 20-dollar bill, the clothes on his back, and the hatchet his mother had given him before he left. He found a shelter and some berries.
“He looked at them and they were all dead. Their leaves had turned a suffocant brown. The tightly packed branches showed through like skeletons of half-dismembered corpses. And then his daddy had burst out of the Overlook’s big double doors, and he was burning like a torch.” Danny wakes up, filled with terror. He has to find his dad before he finds him and his mom, before the once sane father tries to get rid of his family, stuck in an isolated hotel.
The previous week they had performed the spell successfully. After contacting Mordred, Merlin and Morgana had arranged to meet him and Aglain, the leader of the druid camp, in the woods near a small waterfall, halfway between Camelot and the grave of Gorlois. Morgana always went on her annual pilgrimage to her father's tomb at this time of the year, at the end of spring.
There were once three friends Luke, Adam, and Eli. They were running for their lives from alien soldiers. They had only some food, water and a knife each. “Runnnnn they're gaining on us!” yelled Luke who was at the front. After they lost them they stopped to rest. They were in the forest of pyrex. They knew they had to get to hi valley for it was the only safe place in all the world. They were close to the place thought they just had to avoid many soldiers and bullets and then it would be a straight shot to the valley. Eli pointed to a map and said “It might be a few day stretch from here.” “But” interrupted Adam “There are soldiers everywhere that will shoot you on the spot,” luke said “We should go this way through the Spirit forest because, there is no way any soldier would go through it.” even though the voyage would take longer it was the safest way.
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
since childhood he didn’t yet understand the outside world. He then made the choice to come to senses that the things he thought he saw in the dark cave was actually wrong. So he is now starting to learn the ways of how the outside world worked and began to adjust. With excitement that he went back to tell his old fellow prison mates, but because they were ignorant to the outside world they didn’t want to believe what he was saying. The free prisoner tried to free the other prisoners but they didn’t want to go because they thought
The Fire raged in the fearless dark, as the glowing eyes from the owls watched them as they slept. No sound besides the wind and the soft breathing from Montag and the rest of the group. The air was full of fog and smoke, to the point you couldn't see your hands. But the sun was rising and Montag awoke with fear running down his spine. “What am I supposed to do,” Montag jumped to his feet.
A thick plume of black smoke and ash hung in the air in a heavy haze, almost completely obscuring the lurid red glow of the waning sun. Below, a cloud of grey plaster dust twisted and writhed amid the sea of debris as intermittent eddies of wind gusted by.
Tom is frustrated and unable to fully walk on his feet with ease. He needs to make a fire to warm himself up, so he uses his matches to build a warm little fire. He starts to thaw out his limbs until an unfortunate occurrence. The snow, hanging on the branches above him, falls down on him and the fire, blowing it out. Tom starts to become worried because of his fingers and body parts becoming numb and immobile.
...nough to catch a glimpse of the light shinning at the mouth of the cave. When he has once seen the light, he will immediately embark upon a lifelong journey to reach it.
They head to his winter retreat. Along the way, he hits a deer, and when he disposes of the deer’s body he thinks he hears something out there.
He keeps himself isolated from humanity and begins to examine his life. Instead of worrying about himself he worries about his family. He feels guilt that his sister is taking care of him so he hides under the couch so she doesn’t have to see him. He also feels guilt because his father has to go back to work and his mother has to sow to make ends meet. The guilt from all this forces him to stay in his room where he could die alone and his family can get on with their
Two months ago, Angel-Croft Village was raided by bandits. Morpeth had seen them ride down the long path that led to his village. There were so many of them. They came in a blur. Swords and daggers drawn. Morpeth had left his parents that day, without saying goodbye, and now he would never have the chance. He ran towards the village. He could smell the horrible scent of burning thatch. As he got closer he could see flickers of fire, crackling behind the trees. Suddenly he stopped; the Bandits had already left with what little loot they could get. Morpeth could hear no sound. No noise. No talking, no crying, no screaming. Nothing. He ran, as fast as he could, towards Angel-Croft. Through the village, past houses, a few with broken windows, but nothing worse. The villagers were quiet, unhurt, yet shocked. The closer he got to his house, the more the emotions on the faces of those around him changed. From confused, to sorrow and pitiful masks of emotion. Morpeth didn’t even know what was so saddening, but even the thought that something could be wrong, made his eyes redden. And then he saw. The house on fire, a retching smell, the reason for the sadness. It was his house; his home. He walked slowly, crying, a desperate sound that he had not heard before rising from his chest. Then, he saw. Blood, spreading across the grass. A body, from which the blood poured. It was his Father. Dead.
Frightened, the narrator blacks out, and after he awakens for the second time, he begins to investigate the prison while pondering what his destiny will be. He finds a stone wall and removes a cloth from his robe
He kept turning corners with no life that he saw. There was nobody anywhere. He ran into a building throwing his back against it and sinking to the ground panting.