Prologue Let’s skip all of that icebreaker jazz and get right into business. I’m Ursula, otherwise known as the wicked sea witch of Atlantica. I used to be important and special, but after I was banished to the murky depths of the icy cold ocean caves, all of that changed. A century came and gone (please note that merpeople live much longer than you wimpy humans do), and I was still sulking in my own loneliness and burning loath for King Triton. After time, my gift of supreme gorgeousness betrayed me, and in its replace, I became scrimpy and hideous- all because of King Triton’s merciless heart. One It started a while ago when I was admirably young and beautiful. My appearance, talent, and brainy thinking got me the best job a merperson could …show more content…
“She’s just stubborn,” Adella shrugged, adjusting a scallop in her rock-brown hair. “Say, if you want to become a human, I know of a witch our father banished about a century ago.” Me! She was speaking of me! I watched as Ariel sat up in interest. “Oh?” “Yes. In the deep, menacing caves, where no light shines through the passage of sad loneliness,” Alana teased, joining her sister as she wiggled her fingers for effect. Yes, that’s an accurate description of where I live now. Is it bad that I was enjoying my snooping? Ariel was obviously intrigued, but she didn’t let her sisters see it. One by one, they swam delicately out of the cave. I made sure to stay out of sight as they submerged into the bubble forcefield that surrounded the kingdom of Atlantica. Knowing it was safe to go, I reviewed the conversation I had eavesdropped on. I wasn’t surprised that one of Triton’s daughters had grown to have a forbidden romance; it was just natural for that grimy family. I entered my dark cave, my caldron swirling a moody purple. Tying my hair in a knot with seaweed, I cracked my knuckles and peered into it. I plopped three bass eyeballs into the mixture, and then it started steaming. Soon after the pot showed me Ariel, and it looked like she was swimming towards my
Once upon a time, deep under the water, there lived a small beautiful mermaid. She was fascinated with the world above her. Nothing would make her happier than to see what it would be like to live among the humans. One day, she rescued a prince from a shipwreck. She fell hopelessly in love with the dashing young Prince. The little mermaid sold her voice to the Sea Witch and traded her gorgeous tail for legs. Though his love for the little mermaid, the Prince could not marry her, he was betrothed to maiden in another kingdom. This broke the little mermaid’s heart so she gave up her life on land and in the sea.
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.
"There is? " They all ask turning to look at her. "The girl's born bodyguard! They could find them and bring them back." She told them.
The ground is moist on the boy's bare feet. Knowing the storm is not passing anytime soon, the boys venture deeper into the unknown to the cave, little do they know, it would be the biggest mistake of their lives. Breca and Beowulf buried themselves within the cold damp walls. They realize the ground is beginning to liquefy. They do not think much of it as their curiosity takes over. They go deeper in the cave. As the liquid on the ground thickens, the realize it is not water. The thick goo covering their feet hardens. Their eyes dart to their feet as they thrust, trying to get free from the substances restraints. As the two boys struggle to get up their feet, are free. Their heads slowly raise, and to their amazement, a monster beyond their scariest dreams stood before them. Its eyes glow a lifeless yellow. The goo absorbed into the surrounding walls as the boys stand astounded to what was happening in front of their own eyes. The monster wreaked of spoiled human flesh. Its skin covered in the blood of its victims. The boys slowly step back. Beowulf reached the entrance of the cave softly. Breca creeps towards the side of the cave, his left hand against the smooth, slippery wall. Then his butt, then his back. Soon enough his body is one with the cave wall. As his bare back glides up the glassy surface. As he nears the exit-of-danger, his body comes to an abrupt stop. The substance on the cave wall hardens, trapping his body
William Shakespeare’s Macbeth and the 1941 film Citizen Kane by Orson Welles are good examples of the consequences of uncontrolled ambition and corrupt power. Although each of the works takes place during very different time periods, brave soldier, Macbeth, and wealthy newspaper tycoon, Charles Foster Kane both have a need for recognition and control. However, when combined with a lack of ethics or morality, they end up destroying their lives and the lives of their friends and family as well. The best friends of these two protagonists, Banquo and Jedediah Leland, are also ambitious men. Their personal integrity and moral character provide a strong contrast to the two protagonists. Sadly, despite their good intentions and strong moral characters,
Theta poked his head into the firing range. Jack was near a table, loading all sorts of guns. His stomach practically churned at the sight, but he fought against it and walked in. He leant against the wall, arms folded. He was practically telling his mind to go ahead and do this--but his body was disagreeing time and times over. ‘’Alright,’’ the captain said, turning to him. ‘’We’re gonna need eye protection and ear defenders.’’ With that, he handed a pair of headphones to Theta -- blue with the Torchwood logo donned on the sides. He took them and put them on -- and did the same with the yellow-colored glasses. Jack did the same, and picked up yet another automatic. ‘’It’s all yours,’’ he handed it over.
“If only it was as simple as planned,” thought Thomas. Reminiscing on past conversations he recalled the specific words, “Let’s keep this simple, shall we? I don’t the slightest bit of suspicion towards me. When we walk in I will give you the supplies, all you need to do is finish the deal.” After that said, the tall man wearing a trench coat walked away leaving a trail of questions to be answered, but none were asked.
Sora leaned back on the side of the Mysterious Tower, an enigmatic building reaching so high, it scraped the bottom of clouds. A thought swirled in his head as his eyes rested on the cream orange sky. 'I wonder if those are okay, Aqua and Terra.' He suddenly sat up. "Terra and Aqua...why did I think of them just now?"
It was a silent night. Too silent. Not even the sound of the wind, nor the howl of the grey wolves could be heard. The lake was a dark mirror, reflecting the dull moonlight shrouded by a thick layer of fog. Pine trees surrounded the vast lake, towering menacingly as if to swallow it.
I didn't think something so beautiful could be so scary. The rock crumbles under my feet as I look out into a wide landscape big rolling hills at the bottom of massive cliffs towering over trees like people to ants. The rock beneath my feet is hard but soft there's no real substance to the rock it's just crumbled into dust and sat there at my feet. Trees flap in the air like seaweed underwater. The wind rushes through my coat and my pants feeling like it was pushing me to the edge.
Peace is found in those who turn to the water for solitude. The line in the distant that never seems to end, filled with orange and pink hues in the early evening, but shining a vibrant blue in the midday. Lots of factors drive people to the water, including Kaito, but his reasoning is different. He could not explain his attraction towards the glimmering water filled with shades of blues and greens and purples, but he could explain his attraction for what lies beneath the surface of the water. There the blues and greens turned to vibrant shades of red, purple, yellows, oranges....
A cloudless starry night from the view of a fishing boat anchored in the middle of a small lake. The moon reflects back off the waters glass like cover occasionally wrinkling with the silent night’s breezes. The buzz of the crickets and night insects from the shoreline dull the frog’s croaks in the dark summer’s air. Two older men sit back and watch light up bobbers drifting in the near distance as fish hungrily pop bugs off the water’s smooth surface from all around. The man in the driver’s seat of the boat looks like he worked in the sun most of his life.
The beach was always such a peaceful place. Between the sand, the sun, and the waves, Mallon was lost in the overwhelming harmony she felt here. It was a rare pleasure, since her father toured around the world and didn't let his growing daughter sit and smell the salty air. Of course, she couldn't sit still for long. Her hands began to shake, the toes to wiggle, and eventually she stood in the sand, brushed off her flowery dress, and started hunting for the elegant white shells that were obscured beneath the shifting ground.
The beach was no longer warm and sunny. Instead, it had become a barren place where the leaves turned into monsters lurking in the water. It was no longer filled with songs. Instead, it had become an echo of what it once was, the only sound was the rain colliding with the ocean. No longer filled with color.
Unlike Jarryd, Riley had a rather pleasant evening when she got home. She was greeted with nothing but silent of the dark house she called home. Her mother wasn't around, which meant she was off being passed around by a group of guys. Nothing for her to worry about, that woman wasn't getting mother of the year any time soon. Or ever.