He brushed the snow off his shoulder and lamented the fact that he had forgot, yet again, to don his cloak. He walked through the forest, still carrying the standard of his kingdom of Ydri-Kurdish. It’s rippling darkness with that one sword in it’s heart emboldened him, and he walked forward still. He left behind the scene of his own battle against the terrible beast he deemed Kuris. He checked the map again, and saw that he was more lost than previously thought. His resolve faltered, then reforged itself anew, ready to get home. He decided on sticking to the trail until he found someone who knew the area. He walked for hours on end, until he discovered the traveler that was relaxing by the path. The soldier walked over, and stated “Aye, good man, which way might I find to Ydri-Kurdish?” The traveler looked up at him and said, “You shall find it the way the sun sets, and to aid you, I give you this map to help you there.” The soldier was surprised at this act of kindness, as travelers often clung to maps like bears and their cubs. …show more content…
He checked it over and saw that the only way to his kingdom was through a large area of land titled ‘Death’s Garden.” He could only wonder as to why it was called so, then he went forward, determined to get back to his own lands and live forever after in happiness and peace. He walked for many miles, Hand on hilt, as he heard sounds all round him, and he was ready to slay any beast of ill intention. So he walked in this way, till the sun set and he readied for the night. He started the fire with his special token and some
The previous week they had performed the spell successfully. After contacting Mordred, Merlin and Morgana had arranged to meet him and Aglain, the leader of the druid camp, in the woods near a small waterfall, halfway between Camelot and the grave of Gorlois. Morgana always went on her annual pilgrimage to her father's tomb at this time of the year, at the end of spring.
There were once three friends Luke, Adam, and Eli. They were running for their lives from alien soldiers. They had only some food, water and a knife each. “Runnnnn they're gaining on us!” yelled Luke who was at the front. After they lost them they stopped to rest. They were in the forest of pyrex. They knew they had to get to hi valley for it was the only safe place in all the world. They were close to the place thought they just had to avoid many soldiers and bullets and then it would be a straight shot to the valley. Eli pointed to a map and said “It might be a few day stretch from here.” “But” interrupted Adam “There are soldiers everywhere that will shoot you on the spot,” luke said “We should go this way through the Spirit forest because, there is no way any soldier would go through it.” even though the voyage would take longer it was the safest way.
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
A thick plume of black smoke and ash hung in the air in a heavy haze, almost completely obscuring the lurid red glow of the waning sun. Below, a cloud of grey plaster dust twisted and writhed amid the sea of debris as intermittent eddies of wind gusted by.
It's dark, wind rustling through the trees made a howling noise. The leaves made a squishing noise, since it rained the day before, as he walked. His feet started getting wet from the water soaking in his shoes. As he kept walking, his shoes seemed to become wetter and heavier. He legs began to go numb from all the walking.
By the time Shadowmere and I wound our way through the mountain, the sun was setting. Purple and red rays reached from behind the clouds but we were too far in the brush of the woods to see the sun itself. I'm sure we could have made it to Dawnstar safely, but after the sun sets, the creatures get hungry and we were already both tired. So off the path a hundred steps or so, there was a grassy clearing with little mud where we set up a small camp.
The hallways always seemed to have a chill around this place. The cold, crisp, and synthetic air the roamed through the interior of the Venator Class cruiser (fig. 1) felt better than naturally produced oxygen of a planet. Too hundreds of thousands of clone soldiers, Venator Class cruisers were home. After being in countless battles, the cruiser known as The Providence had become a well-known vessel amongst the outer rim territories. This cruiser was what CT-2532 called home. CT-2532 was just his rank number, he preferred to be called Jex.
She cringed as his body is slammed into a pair of boulders jutting out in the middle of the river, wedging him between them. Merryn has the horse stand by a tree that is jutting out over the fissure ahead of the boulders. Quickly reaching into her packs for a rope, and tying it around the tree, she ties the other end to the horse saddle. Parcival tries to help her, but is shaking too hard, and slumps back down.
“Let’s go for a jog!” I said in excitement. “Don’t fall behind because I had gym today, so my feet are screaming to run again,” Alex jokes. “Then let’s go to the trail before it gets dark,” said Lilly. “On your marks, get set, GO!”
The Gunslinger has been walking for 7 days through the desert. It seems that the desert is becoming more and more barren the further he walks. The desert held no life there was just soft red sand everywhere, with a blistering sun beating down on anything which emerges out of the shadows. As he walked he took out a single bullet from his belt and started to fidget to keep his mind blank. It flew from one finger to the next, in between each knuckle effortlessly gliding across his skin. With long strides, he tracked through the sand, having the familiar rhythm of his gun holsters hitting against the side of his thighs.
It had been a succesfull raid to be sure and Booth was more than happy with his share of the spoils. He had just overseen the sale of the stolen goods and had devided the money, so that every man got an equal share. Well of course not every man. He was the Captain and it was his ship. So of course he got more than the others. It was only fair, since he endured most of the risks.
Darkness of the hour took over NYC and a sense of abnormality and fear became present once again. The wind spoke quiet whispers as though it frightened everyone off the streets, leaving the entire city reclusive amongst its large population. As frightening as it might sound it wasn’t the only thing that kept the people off the streets during the night. The streets of this city were manifested with a special drawing like it was a canvas.
Late. I was late, very late. My flight was at 9:30, and it was 9:15, and I have not left my house yet. I frantically threw everything into my car, not caring much about the content, and drove away as quickly as I could. I arrived at the airport at 9:25, only to find out my flight had been delayed and pushed to 11:00. So, to pass the time I tried to organize my bags a bit more. I was always the type of person to freak out before trips. I always manage to buy just about everything that says, “Travel Sized” or, “Convenient for travel!” on them. In my mind, you can never be too prepared, because you never know what is coming. As I was trying to organize, someone’s child came by me, and knocked my bag off of my lap. What astounded me even more, was that the child’s parent did not even seem to care. Frustrated, I began to pick up my belongings and shove them back into my bag. Suddenly, I noticed a stranger helping me collect my stuff.
I was so moved and inspired by The Help. It was possibly one of the greatest books that I have ever read. I went into reading the book thinking that it was going to be just another piece of literature on the Civil Rights Movement, but it was much more than that. The Help encompasses all aspects of life while portraying the 1960s perfectly. It touched my heart in many ways.
I open my eyes slowly and look around. I’m lying flat on my back on grass. Blinking, I can see I’m not alone. Kale lays to my right. I’m a bit startled to see him there. I look on my other side and see Sadie and Heather. What happened? Then I remember seeing that old lady, and Sadie and I in the bathroom. I sit up, to take in my surroundings. We’re lying in the middle of a small clearing. The trees around us are unusually huge and different plants and flowers are scattered around on bushes. I notice my friends, and I, look different too, older. We no longer have our teenager bodies, but now seemed to have reached adulthood. All of us have reached a firmer build and look more like adults instead of teenagers.