It was five weeks from Planetcrack on Aegis VII. Inside the Planetside Security Office, Sergeant Abraham Neumann comes into Marla’s office. “Hey Marla, you wanna catch a Vid tonight? Union Plaza got a new download.” Neumann asked her. “Bram, I already told you. I have a lot of paperwork to- Holy Shit, what is that!?” She speaks out as she looked into the monitor. “It’s Jen Barrows Dig Team, I’ll feed it through.” She tells Neumann, he nods and heads out into the main office. “Hey Commander, everyone heads up!” He says to them. Vera then smirked. “You finally hit second base with Marla?” Vera joked, making her boyfriend Seth chuckle a little. “Very funny, look at this!” Neumann points to the monitor. “The hell is that?” The Commander asked. …show more content…
“Everyone’s a comedian.” The Commander says with a sigh. “That’s nothing to laugh about. Are we patched through Seth?” Vera asked her boyfriend. “We’re patched through, go ahead Vera.” Seth confirms to her. “Barrow, this is Cortez in P-Sec. Is that… Could that possibly be what I think it is?” Vera asked. “I don’t know detective, depends how fucked up your thoughts are I guess.” Jen states as she and her dig team stare up at a black spiraling rock with Red carvings written on it. “No way is that natural. They scanned this place before we came here, right?” Neumann asked. “If there was life on this rock, don’t you think we’d have found it in the last two-and-a-half years?” The Commander asked rhetorically. “So what the hell is it?” Neumann asked as he looks at the monitor. “Its a Marker dumbass, don’t you see.” Vera points out. “Yea, it’s pretty obvious.” Seth agreed with her. “A Marker? What does that mean? What sort– Wait, a Marker?
One day while biking in the woods, a mysterious figure appeared out of the undergrowth. As I zipped past, I noticed that it appeared to be searching for something. Puzzled, I turned around. At a closer observation, he was a short, thin man with a smooth walking stick. Around his neck he appeared to have some kind of remote control device. After I asked him what he was doing, he kindly responded by explaining that he was a geocacher, someone who uses a GPS to find hidden treasures. At first, I didn’t quite understand him; what kind of hidden treasures were there in the woods? Pinecones? The man noticed my confusion and explained that his GPS directs him to a hidden container, and he was looking for one in the area. We walked for about a quarter mile toward an ancient bridge. “Zero,” he said, meaning that the GPS he had been using read that the
His opposer stands triumphantly as he thought to have succeeded in his mission. “How ill mannered is he?” the sniper murmured to himself with a devious smile. Standing tall in all black; blazer, bow tie, socks, Balmoral shoes, with the button up also to be corresponding. He appears seemingly endless like a black shadowed character made up to startle young children. The opposing sniper moves as if he is the actual Slender Man. As he stands as a vacuous man, I conjure my scheme to vanish him.
Going to War The arrival of winter is well on its way. Colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky opened to a new brightness with the disappearance of the leaves. As John drove down the country road, he was much more aware of all his surroundings.
Brock awoke to the sound of a trumpet. He was ready to get training. Brock put on his long johns, pants, shirt, coat, and hat. Then he slowly walked out of his tent. When he walked out he was greeted by Major General Wayne. He said, “Follow me i'll show you where you will be training.” Brock followed him for a about a mile until they walked into a large field with hundreds of saddled horses, and about 80 other men. Major General Wayne said,
Honey, this has been the longest year of my life, life here is absolutely terrible. It’s only been a year since I have been ranked to Specialist E-7 and sent to Verdun and it has been nothing but pure chaos. As of Last week the 21st of February at 7:12 AM the first shot from a German Krupp landed at Verdun. Lifting up your head you can only see bullets flying everywhere nonstop, it’s a constant battle for land and to weaken the oppositions army. We were told to stay low until ordered to fire, but then our Commanding Officer almost forced us into charging into the Krauts Trenches. Luckily they chose to send a different divisions to risk their lives, God bless their souls. Though since they charged we got bombarded with hundreds of shells the next few days. Disease ran rapid as well, such as Trench Foot it has been a major disease here, my friend Private John Huberts shot himself in his foot after getting this disease, he’s been sent back to Dijon to be treated ever since I haven’t heard from him since. The mud is the second worst part of these trenches, though the constant Rats running around definitely take the cake, every night being woken up from these rats running across you is infuriating for the most part. Also these rats have been eating all our food supply leaving many to starve in the trenches.
The war has been more than I could ever imagine. I have seen such horrific sights, that will remain with me for as long as I live. War is not as they tell us back home. There is no dignity and pride in killing another man; there is only damage and grief. War is exhausting. Half of us do not even understand why we are here, except to kill the Germans. We just want to be home, even the Germans have families they miss too. The trenches we have been staying in have been especially brutal. We stay here for days on end, staring into fields of shrubbery, waiting for the Germans. Sleep is limited and cherished.
The day has come. The day I've feared but tried so hard not to. Two men grab me by the arms and lead outside to the blinding sunlight, reluctantly. My tattered shoes scrape along the rocky sand of the camp, everyones watching me now. They all know what's happening and feel sorry for me, except for a smug figure in the distance, obviously Sergeant Hanley. My eyes dart helplessly around the camp, I see the firing squad and a lump swells in my throat. Then I see Tommo, and remember my promise to him.
No time. He stashed the old rowboat under the aged willow tree where he found it two days before. The blood soaked running suit went into a one Dumpster the gloves into another. He knew the schedule. By 10 AM, they would both be in the landfill. Good luck on finding them.
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
As we were driving back to the city, it was different. There was no traffic, just abandoned cars either on fire or blown to pieces. Multiple houses were burned to the ground. Broken windows with bloodstains inside the stores. Instead of going downtown, we decide to check on our homes. Andrew has fallen asleep, which is good because I don't want him to see all this. Ryo is just staring out the window showing no emotion, as always. Lily is crying, but she is trying to hide it. Others are just shocked. We make a turn, entering Ryo’s neighborhood. The first few houses are either blown up or on fire. We can see cars with luggage around it, as if those families were leaving.We pull up at Ryo’s house and it was still good as new. It looked so different from other houses. It looked untouched. We all walk out of
“That is very true.” She replied to his comment about people fearing what they don’t understand. She closed her eyes as a soft sigh escaped her lips. Remembering what her mother told her over and over again. Gothel often told the young Rapunzel that the world was full of cruel people that would only want to use her, that it was better to stay with her. Rapunzel wanted to make that decision for herself, after all she had the right to do so. Her mother on the other hand wasn’t going to make that easy for her. She kept all the doors and windows locked. She feared she was never going to be able to leave the apartment she shared with Gothel. One night she did with the help of none other than a thief. One that went by the name Flynn Ryder.
Azura ran across the base of the huge spaceship, her yellow skin was almost glowing in the bright light. Boom! The side of the wall burst open, and the sound of the ear-splitting alarm filled the ship. Azura fell down. She lifted up her hand and grabbed a metal bar. She tried to pull herself up, but she failed. A piece of metal had entered her side. Blood poured from the wound. It felt like someone had just stabbed her with a plasma knife and poured alcohol in it. Azura tried to stand again, but she fell down. She gasped for air, waiting for the oxygen shield to form.
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.
The Effects of GUST’s Parking Shortage The Gulf University of Science and Technology, GUST for short, is known as a quite small university when in comparison to other universities. Thousands of students attend classes in just one building, which is divided into two sections; North and West. Both the North unit and the West unit of the university have their own parking zones. Although both sections have parking spots, there seems to be a parking shortage at the university that affects both the students and the professors/staff. Wasting time, cars blocking the way and other cars, being late to class are some of the many effects associated with parking shortage.
...t of the area at Rogers. I recall being the navigator and talking to Dad as we made our way through the gauntlet of rocks toward Schermerhorn’s Landing. “Dad I can’t see which way to turn this confounded map to get an accurate fix on where we actually are. This chart shows rocks all over this area.” I said.