Run!! It felt like she had been running for her entire life. Her muscles burned as she tried to stay ahead of the beast chasing her through the winding path of the dense night-time forest. The sounds of snapping twigs and splintering wood never let her forget that the deadly creature was nearly upon her. She dared not even spare a glance, the hope of escape threatening to slip away at any wrong move. Nyx weaved and dodged between clawing branches which reached over the path. Her hooves thundered over the damp soil, nearly tripping over a fallen log. If the forest had an end, it refused to reveal itself. She tried once more to take flight. “Ahhh!” she cried out, wincing as pain shot through her broken wing and caused her to nearly stumble. …show more content…
How could it end like this? Had everypony been killed? The air was warmer now, the chill of the open sky absent. Only her sickening, empty grief remained as she tried to process the depth of the tragedy. Nyx brought a hoof to her eyes, wiping away the tears as her heart continued to bleed. She reached over to her nightstand and grabbed a tissue to blow her nose. Hooves sank into the plush blankets of a comfortable bed as she struggled to stand. Blinking a few times, she glanced around in the dark. She was in a windowless room with steel grey walls, a large bed, a vanity, and two nightstands. She could barely make out the pleasant decorations in the dim, ambient light given off by crystals embedded in the walls. Shelves displayed various familiar items. Her things. His things. Framed photos, books, and treasures collected over the years. It began to dawn on her that none of it had actually been real. She understood now—she was home. Still, why did her heart ache so much, even after waking up? With a sigh, she let her head fall back to the pillow, looking to her left at the sleeping light-grey pegasus snoozing all cozy beside her, oblivious to her torment. Nyx felt such a relief that he was here, alive and safe. She envied him, as he was likely dreaming about something much more
She thought about her family, and the neighbors, and the town, and the dogs next door, and everyone and everything she has ever met or seen. As she began to cry harder, she looked out the window at the stores and buildings drifting past, becoming intoxicated suddenly with the view before her. She noticed a young woman at the bus stop, juggling her children on one side of her, shielding them from the bus fumes.
The return to reality was as painful as the return to consciousness after taking and anaesthetic. His body and brain ached with indescribable weariness, and he could not think of nothing to say or do that would arrest the mad flight of the moments He desperately wanted to run away with Mattie, but he could not leave because his practical sense told him it was not suitable to do so partly because of his responsibility to take care of Zeena.
Her legs were beginning to give way but she could feel herself starting to pick up speed before a branch stopped her in her tracks and she tripped, absorbing the impact on her elbows and knees causing skin to pull back from those areas. Desperately she tried to push herself off the ground though it was too late, she could already hear the tyres and the commotion becoming louder and clearer until finally she knew it was behind her. At first, the beaming sun was blurring her vision and all she was able to make out was a tall figure. As it edged closer towards her with the ferocity of a beast, she was able to see the male features, the dark uniform, the muscular frame and the devilish face devouring her with its eyes as if she were his prey. Within seconds it became clear to her that she was going to be
Vivid sunflowers were perched on her dresser, with a wooden jewelry box, fancy perfume Winnie had only read about in elite magazines, vanilla scented candles, and a mirror. Her closet had basic clothing, new and fresh: something that was new to Winnie as well. Her bed was huge, or at least for her. Her comforter looked like a silky cloud, anticipating for someone to sleep on. Winnie could practically hear it begging for it to be slept in.
a tear in her eye and walked over to Mr. Fletcher and tried to comfort
She has entered the ominous forest. I have to find out what and why someone has killed my friends, so, I dash through the woods, leaping over the bushes and the slippery rocks, hearing nothing but the girl laughing. Walking along the forest feeling the stubby grass beneath my feet, all I can think about is why it is so familiar. Each fragment of the forest is as though I have been in it before. The sound grows louder and louder like the piercing shot of a gun.
It was unbearable for the family to watch, and as painful as it was to do, they began to avoid her. Anytime they tried to comfort her, she would only snap at them, even though she knew they were only trying to help and had her best interests at heart. Here she sits, rocking in her rocking chair, back … forth … back … forth … with her quilt nearly finished. Her rocking chair creaks with each subtle movement and eventually the creaking diminishes to a faint sound and finally no sound at all. She had left the world in peace quicker than she had entered it, but still much too soon.
She ventured into the woods seeking solace, hoping to escape the turmoil brewing within her. But little did she know, the forest held more than mere refuge; it held the key to her inner transformation. As Eira treaded deeper into the woods, the trees seemed to lean in, their whispers growing louder, urging her to confront her inner demons. Shadows danced upon the forest floor, mirroring the darkness that clouded her mind.
The lion purred and rubbed his mane against the prone man’s hand gently. She smiled knowing that she had support in that venue at least. She walked back toward the others; her mind focusing on her plan. She’d speak to her father at the first opportunity.
She ran, only then to be followed. It was our time to run and get away from the ravenous pack of wolves, blood pumping fast we could feel the adrenaline rush through our veins and for once we had forgot how cold we were and how I feet felt like blocks of ice because all that mattered in that moment was to stay
Ximena had been in love with the same person since she was a teen, the only person she had ever been with, the only person she would ever want to be with...and she had to share him. It was expected of her as she was only his mistress. Mistress, what a horrible word. She hated being called that more than anything, it was all about pride and she knew she deserved the title of wife more than Lyona. It wasn't like he loved her...right? What if he did? [i]He does. He loves her so much more than you. Look at them.[/i] listening to the voice in her head Ximenas eyes went straight to Dak and Lyona, her heart shattering in her chest. She hated seeing them together regardless of the fact that wife, in this case, was just an empty title held by a hag
Something melted away, leaving only a shuddering vacuum. An explosive flash incinerated everything my existence depended on” (83). Through her thought process, it is seen that by eradicating her sleep routine she is left in with internal void. The death, the narrator describes, is the death of her emotions leaving nothing but a vacuum of blankness inside her. The death of her emotions only leaves her physical body, she now fails to bear common human characteristics of emotion, responsiveness and empathy.
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.
As the bushes and brush grew more solid I began to ponder. Will I make it through this forest tonight or will I be taken in by the thick of the mystery? Sounds from sluggish foot steps caused a vibration around me that lead me to stop in my place and listen closely. Could this forest be haunted or was I just over exaggerating? I started to get very nervous by this time. “It will be just fine,” I told myself. I am just imagining things. I continued my journey through the forest but negative thoughts were running through my l...
Pros and Cons of Social Learning While social learning is a good approach for inspiring creativity and innovation and improving performance, it has various challenges. The major challenge is uptake by employees due to perception of value and self-promotion. In addition to cultural resistance, lack of expertise, lack of support from management and security concerns minimize adoption of social interventions in learning (HCM Advisory Group, 2012). Further, the use of social learning technologies strains information technology infrastructure, creates integration challenges and creates the need for additional support. Consequently, this increases the budget of adopting social learning.