The snow covered mountains shimmered in the silvery moonlight from the furthest moon Xiapla, auroras dancing through the sky. Trides second closer moon, Vitixa, was a silver-blue sun in the night sky. The grassy valleys between the mountains looked like dark oceans, looking as if anything that went in would be lost for all eternity. I wondered if for just a second if it would be better to just sink into its depths, and be gone forever. I turned back to the night sky which was now lighting up with the beginnings of a new day. I walked to an opening in the mountain, into the cave the sound of rushing water greeted me as I grew closer until it opened into a giant cavern filled with stalagmites and stalactites. the pathway I was on was only …show more content…
An opening at the top of the cavern, and a ship at the edge of the room just small enough to fit in the hole at the top of the cavern. I was walking toward the ship when I heard voices echoing through the cavern. Realizing that they were closing in I hastily jumped over the edge and threw a sword back at the pathway holding on to the handle of the sword, once my feet hit the underside of the pathway, I dispersed the sword and crouched down waiting for the voices to come closer. As they entered the cavern their footsteps echoed throughout its walls. Looking to the side another pair of glowing crimson eyes met mine and my heart skipped. I quickly looked to the other side ignoring the ball of fluff right beside me. Thinking in my head I had to move before the ball of fluff attacks me jumped off of the underside and start falling into the dark abyss of the cavern. Throwing a sword up to the ceiling I vanished the reappeared as the sword hit the ceiling. I was now a couple hundred feet above the group of people who had entered the cavern a few minutes ago. When I was about to decide whether or not to stay quite I saw the insignia on their uniforms. They were from Zinelta Prime the enemy of not only Trides but for the United Solar System
The first half of my book “The Cellar” written by Natasha Preston, was so good that I could not put the book down. The girl, at that point, had no memories which include her name and anything before she woke up on a dirty, bloody cabin floor. She looked down at her throbbing hand and found that two of her fingernails were missing.
Zero awoke to find himself standing, it was not something he was familiar with and he searched his memory for any recollection of it happening before. Quickly he discovered that large parts of his memory were missing, gone were the seemingly endless data bases of information. Quickly he sent out feelers trying for a connection of some sort but he drew a blank. It seemed that where ever he was now, had limited connection capacity. Instead he used his visual feed to survey his surrounding, it appeared he was in some kind of desert of discarded parts.
I could hear the car engines roaring to life, horns honk above me. Tiny footsteps echo throughout the tunnel as I leant up against a brick wall. The tunnel seemed to carry on forever like there was no ending. Yellow dimmed lights lead through the path of the tunnel. I tried to control my breathing which got heavier by the second.
Although there were many other things to worry about as I transported my flock, my mind still drifted to the merchant's daughter. The dark night sky gave my memory time to fade into familiar sounds and colors that made my recollection of that day clear and vivid.
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
1.) It was the year 2014. Leaves were dying, falling off of trees and a chilly breezy was blowing through the cold night. But, monsters were roaming the streets, searching for candies and scares. The monsters, made up of many ghouls, ghosts, and killers, stumbled up to a rickety old shed, the rusty tools hanging above their heads.
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
It was a dark, cold, cloudy day. The clouds covered the sky like a big black sheet, nothing to be seen except darkness that seemed to go on forever. This was the third day in a row that there had been complete darkness, there was no getting rid of it. This was because of ‘the meteorite.’
The cave itself was, at first, just an ordinary rocky cave, the soil colored rocks that made up the mouth, and some of the interior were ordinary enough. The problem that the kids faced was that, at a glance, there wasn’t any light to be found in the cave, but as the girl drew deeper into darkness, the walls of the cave began to glow. With the cave illuminated, the girl led the two boys further into the depths of the cave, which seemed to narrow to a space about three feet
These were not the gentle sheltered flame wisps that dwelled in stone lanterns, but rather the vicious wild flames that consumed all that they touched, raging wildly as they continued their relentless devouring.
At the end of the stairs, I turned on my flashlight to see where I was going. There was a long hallway made of stones. It is very damp and dusty down here. At the end of the hallway I found a room filled with hieroglyphs and a lot of treasure. The guides ran to it and started stuffing jewels and gold down their pockets. I was studying the hieroglyphs.
As the sun slowly settled, darkness began to overcome the Earth. Sickness—had come. The sickness slowly but readily crept into each home. It was the Midnight Theft. The destructive plague stole during midnight—it stole lives. Deep in the heart of Tukenasville, people were dying, and the whole country was beginning to perish. The flowers withered as they bloomed. The mountain peaks crumbled under steer weight. Animals fled to holes to live out the final moments of their life. People were distraught, and chaos was invading every planet in the macrocosm. People called me Nikolaou Gonfalon. I was the last of the Warriors of Phos. Long ago, the Sisters of Moiré ordained my doomed fate. I tried to bargain with them to change it, but in the end, I captured them and locked them up in a repository on a cliff. I was to lead the expedition to find the cure for the Midnight Theft. That, however, was not the reason why I would go on this journey. My best friend, Tolem, was dying of a rare illness called Takigifeay. It was causing the slow built up of lactic acid on his bones. I knew that death would come to him soon. Legend spoke about a necklace that can bring life to anyone or thing. It was said to have been belonged to an Oceanian, one of the water people. The Lost Jade Necklace of Serenity was what it was called, and it could bring healing to the Earth. Nonetheless, it could be the obliteration of mankind, also. I began to pack since my journey was to start at that moment.
I decided to tell or not to tell when i knew my friend had been cutting himself. I had decided not to tell anyone. I knew he wasn't suicidal, he had just been going through a lot of bad things at home and at school. I knew it was his way of going through the hard time. I didn't tell because i knew it wouldn't stop him, he’s doesn't even want to kill himself. I don't know why he did it.
Callie was never the type of girl that was into partying. Okay, so, she smoked one time with her best friend Taylor, the only thing she could think of was: why is my tongue so dry? Wow I'm hungry, that chair looks like the perfect place for a nap, and now I'm really hungry. Seemed to be the only thoughts running through her head, waking up the next day covered in drool, she couldn't help but think well I tried it-wasn't for me. Case closed.
The harsh reality blowing in the snow By Luna Lopez-Andrews, age 12 I lie curled on the ground. The cold is creeping closer and closer. I know I have to keep moving but it is so cold that even the squirrel I killed is starting to freeze. I rise and pick up the icy squirrel in my jaws.