In the foggy gray day, where no one could remember there ever being a blue sky, lay an armor clad corpse, the armor being dark and tarnished. The plated ornate engraved armor, once a silver and well-decorated piece that appeared to be worn by only elite classed knights, had been worn out but still seemed functional. The body in the armor began to move slowly, struggling to pick himself up despite being completely decomposed for what would appear to be a few centuries. Once up, the walking corpse began to examine himself, noticing arrows piercing the armor and a helmet on the grassy, mudded floor. He then looked at his arms, questioning the reality of his situation. If he still had his heart, it would be pounding as he felt a sharp pain where …show more content…
That'll be explained another day, dearest ancestor. For now, you are needed here," explained the woman as she got up from her chair. The undead became more confused, as his aching soul now demanded more answers. He could not talk, which he knew would make things more difficult. "This will not work, however," the woman said, in a concerning tone. The rusty smell of the aged armor, which was desperate in need of polishing, was quite bothersome to her. She directed the undead to an armor stand, with newly forged armor that mimicked his quite well, but nowhere near the level of detail in its engravings. It even included a close helmet, wrapping his entire head, face and neck with a narrow opening for a visor. It all wasn't cheap, however, as armor was rare in this era unless specially commissioned to a blacksmith. "This is much more pleasant, do you not agree?" The undead reluctantly changed into the armor, denying any help offered by the woman when she tried to assist. He questioned internally what was going on, believing this girl to be some sort of witch using him for her bidding. Who was she, and why did she affectionately refer to him as "dearest ancestor"? At least his new armor allowed him freer movement, so he was thankful for …show more content…
The undead glanced over at her, noticing a rather deep slit on her right wrist. The cut appeared fresh, likely being made hours ago. "I must have lost my manners," she said, as her eyes popped open widely from suddenly realizing she forgot something. "We have yet to introduce ourselves to each other. I am Lady Ronilda, owner of this fine establishment that you stand on," Ronilda uttered, in a false regal tone, mimicking both the accent and tone of the highbrow. In her normal voice, she continued, "And you are my forefather. Buried in the sight of your demise during a war many years ago, which to no coincidence, is near this farmhouse built generations after your passing." As she took small sips of her tea, barely burning her tongue, the undead looked at her, anticipating the moment she would tell him his name. She didn't. He felt as though she was hiding it from him. Despite not remembering anything, he longed his slumber in the grave over his recent revival. Compared to the world he was forced out of in death, this one might have as well been hell. His sight suddenly was focused on the house's emptiness. Where was everyone else? His descendant couldn't have been here all on her own, he thought. His head wandered, moving left and right, giving Ronilda an idea of what he was
Untouched and unhindered, he continued on a path, not yet discovered, towards the unknowing Prince Prospero. Although he had a slow pace, he made an unexplainable distance in a small amount of time. Some masqueraded man from the retreating group grew enraged and curious of this mysterious man. He ran up to the figure and placed a hand on his mask with the intent to tear it off of the ghostly man. The moment he laid his hand upon the mask, he screamed in agony and pain. Then, unable to pull his hand or the mask free, his fate was sealed. His scream withered away along with his final breath, as he turned old and crumpled onto the lustrous floor in a pile of black ash. Silence and absolute stillness filled the room before a wine glass, half full of a red drink, descended from the whitley g...
her to observe to Haisla mourning rituals. The night that night ma-ma- oo died she could not help
THE PAST :.. In days gone by, the four species managed to live in perfect harmony. Witches, werewolves and vampires lived in secret, blending in with the humans on a daily basis - and the humans remained completely in the dark about their existence. It was after thousands of years of living this way, whilst everything was completely normal, that a small group of vampires decided that they’d had enough. They spent months devising plans.
the blood all over the guards and put the daggers in their hands. She went along
When Four sees his mother, who was supposed to be dead, “‘I know this must be…alarming for you,’ she says. I hardly recognize her voice; it’s lower and stronger and harder than in my memories of her, and that’s how I know the years have changed her. I feel too many things to manage, too powerfully to handle, and then suddenly I feel nothing at all” (155). Four doesn’t know what to think at the moment, but it’s obvious that Four misses her, right now he is just startled. He still remembers how her voice sounds like, and he can recognize her very easily. Four must be dying to ask her millions of questions, like: “Why now? What does she want with me? Why did she leave me with that monster? Four is going to need some time to adjust to her, because he can’t have “no feelings” forever. The next day, he is still thinking about her “The faint burning that followed [him] to the next day of leadership training certainly made it easier to focus on what [he’s] about to do, instead of [his] mother’s cold, low voice and the way [he] pushed her when she tried to comfort [him]” (164). It all takes time. Especially since he thought she was dead for eight years. When he first saw her, he didn’t know what to do, so he just put on a straight face for her, like he does to everyone. Probably because outside he wants her to observe how brave he’s become, how different he looks, how he doesn’t care that she’s back. But on the inside, it’s the complete opposite. Her
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
The word “ghost,” is officially defined by Webster’s Dictionary as, “the soul of a dead person thought of as living in an unseen world or as appearing to living people,” but has been know to hold countless other meanings throughout history. In Maxine Kingston’s memoir, Woman Warrior, ghosts are a reoccurring theme and are represented in many different ways, both through the living and the dead. To Kingston, disembodied spirits, forgotten lovers, outcasts, deceased family members, and even things she merely does not understand are some of the many things that have earned the name “ghost.” “ The word “ghost” itself is mentioned time and time again, throughout Woman Warrior and with each mention, a new meaning is given to the word. Because of
“All right,” said Carlton, dropping her chin, a puzzled look on his face. “What is it you want to do?” “I want to meet with the women of the castle,” she blurted out. “I want to talk to them and see how we can make their lives better.”
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
She remembers killing beloved, and she remembers the way her body was abused in order to provide her dear baby with a gravestone. She remembers wanting to stay by beloved’s dead body, but that she couldn’t as she had to take care of
When they returned to the hideout, Dutch and Gilbert were sitting in the office. “I’m glad you made it through,” said Marcel said to them. “Yeah, yeah, those krauts as suckers for cupcakes,” said Dutch “You gave them cupcakes? ” asked Saban. “What would you suggest I give them, gypsy, a kiss?”
The eight of us trudged into the building, and I saw a lot of familiar faces: the Seltzer's, my neighbors, Mrs. Tully, my mom’s friend, and family members from my mom’s side. Though the thing that stood out the most was the vast, brown coffin in the the front of the room. Some of us shuffled up to the coffin to see my grandmother. It was eerie seeing my grandmother lifeless, I thought. Not in her house wheeling around in a chair while cooking in the kitchen, not sitting outside her house with me talking about the rabbit that always sat on her yard in the evening.
His grandmother had always forbidden contact except on their birthdays, and the memories he had, or was told, about her were not his fondest. And yet, there she was: a smiling ghost of the past, wrinkles barely lining her face, strong arms supporting her two
She seems to be shocked and asks him what he sees. He tells her that she sees the family graveyard and talks about it. Then when he was about to talk about the grave of their child she interrupts him and cried “Don’t, don’t, don’t,/ don’t” (31-32). After that she runs down the stairs and turns around at the bottom to look at him. When he asks “Can’t a man speak of his own child he lost” (35), she simply answers him that he cannot speak of his child’s
The Haunted A whole village went to sleep the normal way in their own homes only to wake up the next morning all of them in a field outside the village, what happened? It all started when my friend Coco was playing with a ouija board and what my friend jack had asked is, “what can you do”? It said “go to sleep and you shall find what you seek”. So when we went to sleep we woke up in that field, it was so cold and dark, I couldn't see anything it was pitch black so we had to walk the whole 20 miles back