I smash my way the through the dense forest bush, cutting through the leaves with my long sharp machete. The rain pours trough the tiny gaps between the trees. With my shaking hands I slowly pick up a large leaf, and place it under one of the many gaps. As the water steadily drips into the leaf I take a small look around. nothing but green leaves, dirty thick mud and lots of hollow bamboo trees is what I see. I have absolutely no idea on my whereabouts in the world but it think I'm somewhere in Asia judging by the pandas and bamboo. I pick my leaf up and pour the water into my mouth. It's extremely cold, but very refreshing. I pick up my machete and keep moving through the thick dense bush. Slashing at the leafs, stomping through the thing …show more content…
The smoke is slowly getting thinner as the wind blows it away from the wreck. Luckily not in my direction. The plane is absolutely smashed! It's more than just a wreck from what I can see. The plane parts must be scattered everywhere because this is only a small part of it. But at least this part of the fuselage is still in one piece! I carefully turn the handle on the doer and it opens nicely. A smell hits me so hard I almost faint it's honestly so bad! I take a small stick and slice it vertically down the centre so that it acts like a peg. I put it onto my nose, it's tight, but not too tight. I go back into the fuselage not able to smell a thing. There are dead bodies everywhere, in the seats, on the ground and even one kind of planking over two seats! In the back corner I spot a dead man with some nice clothing on, this must be first or second class then! I take of the puffer jacket, unbutton the shirt, take off the pants and all that's left is just an old man with a pop belly in his …show more content…
I stare at the red bandana and his closed eyes. I rakes a quick pull and it comes free from the mans hands. Systematically his eyes open and he jumps to his feet, his whiskey spilling everywhere. I put the gun at his head, he slowly puts his hands up and behind his head. "On your knees now!!!" I demand. He refuses and stays upright. "I gave you a direction!!!" But he's still stays confused and standing. I fiercely smash the gun over the back of his dark head, and unconsciously he collapses. I go into his denim pockets but find absolutely nothing. He must have not been able to speak English. At the back of his jeans I find a knife, I hold it up at my eyes, then stare at the mans neck. I've figured that he plane must have been hijacked then they crashed it. He must be part of the team. I bend down to my knees, with all the guts I thrust the knife into his neck. Blood flows everywhere. I collect the blood his red bandana that happens to be water proof. This could come in handy. I then slice the rest of the neck so that his head comes cleanly off, and I drop it onto the ground beside him. Trudging to a small tree to cut down, and idea pops Into my head. I could decapitate all of the passengers In My part of the plane and stick them onto steaks so that people know that this is my territory now. After about an hour of hacking and cutting trees, and sharpening the ends I have about 25 steaks. I start with the man with he bandanas head,
begins to write on the wall in front of him with the freshly spilled blood
Holding up the gun beside my head, listening carefully for any sound. I bent down a little because I was a six-foot-three giant. The cut on my ribcage wasn’t helping me at all, it was stinging like someone had put salt on it or much worst but I had no time to complain. The shadow was still there, not moving an inch. Something seemed off.
I opened my eyes and looked up at the yellow sky. What on Earth is going on? Where am I? I slowly stood up. Mud sloughed off my clothes, plopping into the slimy mud that covered the ground. I looked around. There were muddy hills as far as I could see. Above me, the sky shone yellow-orange, as it does on an early summer day. I turned away and saw something in the distance. Squinting, I could make out the shape of a tree. I glanced behind me; there was nothing but miles and miles of thick mud. I sighed. Might as well explore, I thought as I wandered in the direction of the tree.
I tracked over to my favorite spot on the edge of the wood: a clearing encompassed by thick trees. The area had many sweet-smelling balsam trees that reminded me of Christmas back home. A few of the remaining leaves fell from the branches of the maple trees above me.
I place the re-possessed firearm on the ground and kick it into their view, then shout out to them. “It’s alright, I’m coming out unarmed! We can talk
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
“Nice try.” Rojo said as he pulled his gun out and shot the man in the head.
To enter into that rugged landscape that was the Australian bush on a dry summer evening. As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the landscape, I reluctantly join my friends for a camping trip in the bush. To put my feet upon the dead and wilted grass, my hands in my pocket, and make my way to the campsite. The scent of eucalyptus fills the air as we continue walking, and the laughs of a kookaburra slowly die down. My legs felt like they were going to snap off any minute now, we had been walking for hours, and even the sun got a rest before I did.
I wondered “Is the oxygen masks going to pop down because it stinks in here.”
My pale, toned long shapely legs swiveled through the dry hard burning hot sand to a beautiful lime leaved tree. I saw bright fresh green apples, they were smooth and extremely moist. The juice dripped into my mouth forcing me to taste the mixture of sour and sweetness. As I looked down this long wide rocky path I saw thousands of shimmering apple trees. Stretching my hand I pulled a numerous amounts of fresh apples from the rough dark brown pokey tree branch. Acting as the leader, I grabbed each hand picked apple and placed it in the swollen sweaty palms of each survivor. As a source of water we woul...
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
The grass is cool on my bare feet and I feel the summer breeze blow past me from the creek and across the cornfields. It travels into the woods and disappears past the dark trees. Each day I walk through my family's country property and connect to the nature around me in a way that is the closest to spirituality that I have ever experienced. I think about how much I appreciate the peacefulness of the birds and wind and how close I once was to losing my small Eden forever. I know now that the fight to protecting the natural world is never over and how imperative of a fight it is to pursue.
I twist him by the neck and kill him. I feel very bad. I feel not like human. Like beast or something. He give me his food and he hold me like he hold his mother and I kill him” (146).
I turned to my gun and began to reload. Before I even had a chance to think, I heard the deafening sound of a sniper rifle. I glanced back at Henry. I see him fall back. I frantically scampered over to him; the front of his face was completely obliterated; blood gushed out from his
I rip out my pistol from my pocket and a woman in front of me. Bang! She drops to the floor. A second shot fired but not from my gun. I look down at my stomach and blood is seeping. A blood curtailing screams comes from the crowd and they