As the night approached, Cassie dreaded going to sleep. She had been plagued by dreams of a young man with mysterious hazel eyes. As she prepared for bed, she grabbed her old worn out blue journal full of notes about her dreams. She laid down on her small, yet cozy bed, engulfing herself in her grandmother’s tattered hand-me-down quilt. As soon as she fell asleep the dreams began. She awoke in a distant forest, diligently searching for a sign that he was there. The night sky danced with the light of a million stars, illuminating her path. She didn’t quite realize where she was headed or why. All she could think about was finding him because she knew that he held the answers to her past. Cassie started running down the steep, winding path knowing that he was in close proximity. But just as she made it to the clearing and could hear a voice coming from the gruesomely life-like tree… Stirring with shock, she immediately turned on her bedside lamp and began writing in her journal. Somehow she must find this person. She quickly decided that she would look for any sign of him tomorrow. But for now, she must return to her dreams and try to get some foresight into who he is. The rising of the sun accompanied the raising of her hopes. She started the day out by asking her mother if she had …show more content…
She knew better than to wander off into the night. Although with the immense forest ahead, she refused to look back. She had to find out what happened. Could her mother have spoken the truth or were they just her dreams? Had she actually met that mysterious male figure somewhere in the woods? His hazel eyes haunted her both day and night. Shivering with anxiety, but overwhelmed with curiosity, she entered the edge of the dark woods, she clutched her coat to her chest for a chance at some minuscule form of
forfill her dream. Three months after her mom died, her father got a letter in the mail. It was
The darkness of her bedroom crept into her body. As time progressed the sounds of the evening grew louder leaving her in a state of fear. Amongst the dark room she would see the shadow of someone standing outside her bedroom window. She didn’t know why someone would want to hurt her. Afraid to tell her parents she found refuge underneath the sheets of her bed. After several sleepless nights she spoke to her mother about the mysterious person outside her window. Her mother shrugged it off and told her that no one was there and not to worry. Her mother believed that this was either her imagination or eating too close to her bedtime. However, Elyn was determined to catch this mysterious man. Next, she enlisted the help of her brother Warren. Frightened they hid in the closet waiting to capture the bandit. Unfortunately, this heroic attempt was unsuccessful as the bandit never revealed himself to anyone but her. Soon it became apparent to everyone that no one was outside her window. But, these feelings of a watchful eye never fled her. As a result, Elyn spent many nights terrified underneath her sheets only falling a sleeping from
For a few days after she seemed recovered, happy to see me and her mood was livened. But the following week, I passed by Annie’s room again. ================
Her senses drifted away, causing her to experience a dream in which she talked to herself and meditated about her life. Although the young white hunter who helped her get out of the ditch was sort of disrespectful, there was another person that one might find more disrespectful. The harassment she faced throughout her journey was found in the environment. She had to go through a series of hills and bad terrain. The part she struggled the most was through the barbed wire fence.
But as she marches, something creeps up silently behind her, gradually sneaking closer waiting for its chance to pounce. If the girl were to turn now she would see nothing but her own shadow even if she knew what was stalking her through the lanky trees.
As he falls into a silent shell, filled with visions of killing his mom. He struggles desperately with the haunting truth. Reaching deep into his self he musters enough courage to go on.
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.
I woke up one morning to the sun shining on my face through the stingy, old blinds. It was 7:40am, I had class at 8. I pulled the covers back, jumped off the top bunk and grabbed my toothbrush, than ran to the bathroom. I looked like a mess when I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a fresh new zit staring right back at me in the mirror, I thought to myself of course, just what I need. I was stressed, I had a big test in bio that day, and I was already on a time crunch. Minute by minute kept going by and I was still trying to get all my stuff together when Madi walked in at 7:52 to walk to class with me. I wasn 't ready, I felt like my whole world was going to change because I was going to be late for my Bio test.
January, 1607: It has to be at least 11:30pm this night of January 9th, and I remain awake. Ever since I discovered my skin caked with red speckles two mornings ago, I realized the awful truth. I have scabies. I sit up in my cold, damp bunk and my mind jumps to my legs, which are pringling immensely.
Hysteria swelling within her, Freya stumbled through an unfamiliar forest. The air was thick with a gloomy mist, and she shoved away the heavy branches that battered her face and body as she hurtled forward. There was a speck of light ahead, a faint shimmer, and if Freya could reach it, perhaps it would guide her home, or at least away from his dismal place.
It had been a succesfull raid to be sure and Booth was more than happy with his share of the spoils. He had just overseen the sale of the stolen goods and had devided the money, so that every man got an equal share. Well of course not every man. He was the Captain and it was his ship. So of course he got more than the others. It was only fair, since he endured most of the risks.
As the bushes and brush grew more solid I began to ponder. Will I make it through this forest tonight or will I be taken in by the thick of the mystery? Sounds from sluggish foot steps caused a vibration around me that lead me to stop in my place and listen closely. Could this forest be haunted or was I just over exaggerating? I started to get very nervous by this time. “It will be just fine,” I told myself. I am just imagining things. I continued my journey through the forest but negative thoughts were running through my l...
... ferociousness. Somewhere in the distance I can hear the murder replying with blood thirsty caws. I chose to settle here for the night, deciding that a destination doesn't have to be where you end up but where you've come. With that in mind, I drift slowly into a calm, dreamless sleep. Waking up, I set out again, rejoining the road with a happiness usually reserved for an old friend. Forging on, the sun set in the distance in a glorious firework display of oranges, reds, and purples. A canopy of stars decorated the night sky and the moon shone brightly, almost happily. As I stared down the beaten road, I saw for just one moment the tunnel of black stretching on for eternity. It was then that I realized that I was at my destination, I had found my calling. There is nothing known about where I travel but I faithfully march onwards, bound to walk the road into the dark.
Right after Roman said these words, a voice spoke from behind the shadows, "I know of a way to help him, but I don't plan on telling you three." Immediately, the three sides turned their heads to see what appeared to be a black silhouette emerging from the darkness behind the group.
"Because your pain, suffering, and hopelessness does more for Him than any of your foolish, hedonistic ideas of satisfaction. Wallow in the hard truths of life, cry out for restoration, and find Joy in His suffering."