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Crackling silently, the fire began to grow low as the orange glow it gave off weakened gradually. Leaning over towards it, I picked up a fresh piece of wood and tossed it into the flames. Since the fire would not need my attention again for some time, I went back to my original, comfortable position. Staring out into the darkness of the forest that surrounded my camp, I let out a sigh like a child does when there is nothing to do. “Something the matter, Edrick?” Came the sweet voice of what I was resting against. Turning my head slightly, I was met with the worried gaze of the fearsome drake I call my friend, Elisa. Shaking my head lightly, I replied, “It’s nothing, lass. I just want to get back to our hunt.” My answer calmed her nerves; …show more content…
My next target came at me from my side, pounced on my back, and attempted to slice open my neck; however, I was much too quick, and I slammed my back into Elisa’s scaly hide. The goblin, with the wind effectively knocked out of it, slid off of me and crumpled to the ground. I finished the dreadful thing by plunging my blade through its heart and pulling back out quickly. The sound of footsteps alerted me to another attacker that figured it could sneak up on me, and I let it know this was not by spinning around with a slash of my …show more content…
Elisa let out a triumphant roar at her destructive work whilst I taunted our remaining enemies. “Come on, yee bunch of sissy cowards! Stand and fight, I need the exercise!” Sadly, the few goblins left decided to take their chances with burning to death in the fire; as they ran into the flames and screamed for mercy. Brushing my messy, dark brown hair out of my face and spitting in disgust at the cowardly nature of goblins, I turned back to Elisa whom smiled brightly at me. “How fun that was! Though it was no challenge, those goblins surely caught us off guard!” She said before nuzzling me affectionately. Letting out a chuckle at the irony of such a vicious creature being so adorable, I patted her on the head lightly and looked back out at the flaming forest; just in time for a large shadow to appear behind it. Elisa noticed my expression turn into one of unease and directed her attention towards the shadow as well. Suddenly, a giant, furry, hideous creature leaped through the flames and let out a mighty roar at my friend and
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Ethan Wiater Mrs.Bright 8th period english 6/4/2024 One Event Can Change Everything People don’t realize that something as little as what time they wake up in the morning can impact their whole life. In many texts, the characters have a “moment of truth” that impacts them for the rest of the story. In the texts Red Kayak by Priscilla Cummings, and “Taco Head” by Viola Canales, characters/people experience moments of truth that change their lives. In the text Red Kayak by Priscilla Cummings, a character, Brady experiences how one event can change everything. Brady is a kid that lives on the Chesapeake Bay.
The village of Perdonia was being overrun by goblins. Women and children were screaming as goblins foraged the city stealing anything of value. The air was thick with smoke, and buildings were ablaze. Ash, and soot were floating down to the earth as peasants ran past screaming wildly. I stood in the center of town, holding my staff and keeping the goblins at bay. I stood blocking the entrance to the treasury, thousands of gold pieces within the treasury, were only one hundred feet from the goblins. It was as if they could smell it, their eyes reflecting gold and their faces snarling hungrily. They were creeping forward slowly, devilish grins on their wart covered faces. There were four goblins facing me trying to sneak past. One threw a pouch of foul smelling powder, which explodes on contact. The powder releases a toxic yellow cloud that is potentially poisonous, when breathed in directly. A ball of pure energy blasts from the end of my staff. The goblins pouch exploded before it reached me. The goblin started choking on the poison, as well as the one to his left who happened to be standing too close. The other two goblins let out ear piercing shrieks, screaming at the loss of their brothers. They charged towards me, anger ripping through their eyes. Electricity ripped through my staff emanating from my body, and shot into the nearest goblin. He screamed and scrambled back toward the mountains. Ok so electricity can only hurt them. Add that to the list. Goblins were also immune to fire, and acid. As the last one ran toward me, I raised my staff again. I released a red beam from my staff, and the goblin screeched before falling to the ground. I breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly scanned the squ...
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
My brother noticing my declining pace, reassuringly grabbed my arm and pulled me forward. A we got closer to the tents, I stumbled and reached out for a tree to stop myself. It’s bark was rough and gnarled with age. I noticed the campfire which my brother lit with great difficulty was now on the verge of being extinguished from the drizzle. It’s warmth could be felt though with the strong smell of ash, and I quickly savaged it and sleepily scrambled into
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A signal fire would help us immensely, but we are surrounded by jungle. But there was nothing I could do to get the others to stop and think. Half the boys had already clambered away, following Ralph to collect wood. Many of us brought wood up from a portion of the forest that was decayed and dry.
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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.
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The screeching sound of the after lunch bell causes a kind of mayhem as the last of us dump the rest of our distasteful lunch in the trash can. Heading towards the insane hallway, I hear the sounds of feet of all sizes stomping towards the maroon or tan lockers. Overhearing bits and pieces of innumerable pairs of students talking I hear about their morning classes, what they are doing after school, who's dating who, and bountiful other pointless conversations. The sound of Garret's voice cuts into my people listening to him asking what my next class is like he always does, I drift into my people watching zone again noticing if the girls’ garments match or how the jocks joke around. Pointing out someone's terrible choice of clothing and