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The forests were on fire. Ablaze, kin with the flickering, smouldering flames, the leaves burned and the wood became black. The grass beneath all the canopies and stretching branches grew a shade of intense yellow and orange when the crackling destruction reached with long tendrils, the inexistent hands waving their fingers and setting it all aflame. And awakening Rohan from a sleep so magnificent it did. He arose from the trunk of the largest tree in the east. His eyes searched the woods that abounded his visage, and it surprised him that a orange hue covered his view. Recognizing the crackling of the substance and heat which was provided by its destructive nature, he hopped to his feet, his leaf-bound robe swaying at his feet, delicately kissing his ankles. "Embris," he whispered. The goddess of the hearth was also of the flames. Although he got along …show more content…
It smacked against the ground and gathered upon the dry grass beside his barren feet. The flames did a dance and moved gracefully across the wisps of verdant blades, swaying this way and that as it encapsulated the enormity of the ground in brightness anew. Was she the one who did this? he thought. Then he shook his head. She couldn't be. She was in her place of rule with all her companions, and rarely frequented the east to engender this ruin. It must have been one of his subjects, or someone who thought nothing of the nature that surrounded them. Always, there were those who never wanted the earth to be left alone, and the plants and animals of the world unaffected, like who had industrialized up in the north. He supported his fellow gods and goddesses who loved their domains and their work, and always felt a swell of pride when they spoke of their positions in passionate certainty. Even Holous, who was attempting all sorts of mischief and foolishness wherever he went, his shiny, winged mask covering the intense glee the schemes brought to
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Tongues of flame darted round the bed: the curtains were on fire. In the midst of blaze and vapour, Mr. Rochester lay stretched motionless, in deep sleep. “Jane then saved Rochester’s life. This act illustrates the passion that Jane experiences. She risked her life to go into a room doused in flames to save a man’s life.
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
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Chakky Pasupa The Black Widow “Honey I’m sorry I’m out late tonight again. I’m leaving the office now. Don’t wait on me, ” Peter Harvs, the chief executor officer of World Wide Bank hung up the phone, grabbed his suit case and exited his room. It was a chilly Friday night in downtown Charlotte, North Carolina where Peter Harvs walked out of the World Wide Bank building. Before he reached his car that was parked in front of the building, he heard a loud gunshot and before he realized it, he felt an unreal sense of pain on his left skull and after that everything went blank.
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The wolf was far older than him, he perceived, its great body made by fell sorceries and dwimmercraft, a demon corrupted into wolf-shape. He felt its dark mastery and wondered if once again he would fall by the teeth of this dread-beast, as he had fallen by the fire of the Valarauco many ages ago before Beleriand was lost to the sea. It pushed its head from his grasp, and in mockery of a hound’s affection it bent and nuzzled his cheek before baring its razor-teeth. He felt them scrape against his skin and heard it speak.
The Road To Despair “Drive safely, Gracie,” Mrs. Bennett pleaded with her twenty year old daughter. “I’ll be fine mom,” Gracie assured her, but even as she spoke, she couldn’t help but feel anxious for her first out of state drive on her own. Gracie started the car, put on a brave face for her worried mother and took one last look at her comforting, peaceful, neighborhood. “It’ll be fine,” Gracie told herself, “It’s only two days on the road”.
The flames spread, devouring everything in its path. Scorch marks were the tracks of where it had destroyed. Nevertheless, there was a form of magnificence in its mayhem. Shades of dark red, raging yellow, deep blue, and brilliant purple danced in the murkiness. The tongues of fire twisted together then twirled apart. Sparks went flying into the darkness, crackling as they sailed.
Many sands had the tree known; many green neighbors had come and gone, yet the tree remained. The mighty roots had endured such whips and scorns as had been cast upon it, but the old tree had survived, a pillar of twisted iron and horn against the now sickly sky. In the waning light of evening, the tree waited.