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I woke up on a wooden park bench clad only in my Spiderman pajamas, my body shivering uncontrollably from the dampness in the chilled October air. A white carpet of mist hung lazily a few inches off the ground, making the park appear as if it were floating on a cloud. It was the middle of the night and the only lamp in the park stands silently beside the park bench, a lone soldier on guard for the things that lurk in the dark. The lamp didn’t shine its protective light. Rocks and broken glass lay scattered on the ground around the pitted cement base of the lamp pole and the safety and warmth of the rising sun was still hours away. There was, however, a full moon high above which gave everything in the park a supernatural ambience. There wasn’t much to see anyway, the park bench, …show more content…
Ding! Ding! Sounds the dinner bell. "Frightened and tender little boy for desert." Their raspy voices whispered in my head. "Drumstick or a wing? How about some eyeballs? Nothing tastier than frightened little boy eyeballs. Squeeze the head until they pop out and chew them up. Gooey goodness." I was seeing shadow monsters everywhere; my imagination bringing them to life. Where are my parents, I thought? Why did they leave me out here all alone? Who leaves a six- year- old child alone in the park to fend for himself in the dark hours of the night? I wanted to run home, but I was too scared to move. I didn’t know how to get home because I didn’t recognize this place. I have never been here before. This wasn’t the park where I always played. I will just sit here and wait until my mother and father come to get me. I picked my bare feet up off the ground and tucked them under my legs. There could be something underneath the bench waiting to grab my feet and pull me under.
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.
I could hear the car engines roaring to life, horns honk above me. Tiny footsteps echo throughout the tunnel as I leant up against a brick wall. The tunnel seemed to carry on forever like there was no ending. Yellow dimmed lights lead through the path of the tunnel. I tried to control my breathing which got heavier by the second.
Located in the popular Yosemite National Park, Yosemite Falls is the tallest waterfall in California. Every year, mother nature’s breathtaking beauty attracts millions of people from around the world. People hike for three long and fatiguing hours in anticipation of witnessing forceful water rushing down the steep mountain from 2,425 feet above. Last summer, my family and I backpacked through the Yosemite Falls Trail and I came to learn what a truly exhausting experience it is.
I didn’t know what happened, but worse, I didn’t know what was happening. The sounds of footsteps neared my body, but I was too hurt to react.
Unfortunately substandard winter days are the opposite of glorious summer days at the park, which makes the walk on the local park no so appealing. The wooden sign was nowhere to be seen due to the overcast, but as I got close I figured it out. It was socking in water unlike last time this made the park look threatening. The roses around had diapered and all that was left was thrones it was like they were never together. It wasn’t the prepossessing scenic place I knew wasn’t, like when I left it with it felt like hell has can down to heaven, this made me feel very disconsolate.
Before I could knock on the door, Lester opened it and let me inside. He had a stupid looking grin on his face, and I hoped that he hadn’t seen us kissing in the van. “It’s good to see you,” he said as he looked me up and down. “I just saw you yesterday,” I replied as I crossed the threshold. After he had winked his eye, he said, “I know.”
One day we went to Yosemite National Park to visit again for my birthday because I asked to go there again. It took a very long time to get there. When we got there we had to pay at the main entrance, the park ranger said, "$30 dollars please", in a Texas voice. The park ranger said,"Enjoy your way into beautiful Yosemite. But the day before we had to pack lunch, fruit, vegetables,and clothes just in case we got wet in the water. But then we began our journey to Yosemite again. We found a spot to get wet but the water was very very cold so we tried to find another spot and we did. The water was so warm like a brownie out of a oven that's how warm it was. So then I got in the water with my brother
As I saunter onto the school field, I survey the premises to behold people in coats, shielding themselves from winter's blues. The sun isn't out yet, but the place bursting with life and exuberance, with people gliding across the ice covered floor almost cat-like. The field is effervescent and despite the dire conditions, the field seems to have taken on a life of its own. The weather is bad and the ice seems to burn the skin if touched, yet the mood is still euphoric. The bare shrubs and plants about the place look like they've been whipped by Winter himself. The air is frosty and at every breath the sight of steam seems to be present. A cold, cruel northerly wind blows across the playground and creates unrest amongst some. Crack! The crisp sound of leaves is heard, as if of ice splitting and hissing. Squirrels are seen trying to find a point of safety, scurrying about the bare trees that lie around the playground. Mystery and enigma clouds the playing field, providing a sense of anticipation about the place. Who is going to be the person to spoil the moment? To kill the conversation?
Halfway down the road, Hunter realized that his transport had departed. Though its absence didn’t stop him. he continued on foot. A mile into the journey, Hunter stopped. Looking above, and then at his pocket watch hustled onward as daylight thinned.
Chapter Four Light spills out from the room, illuminating the puddle of silvery blood that has formed underneath my hand. I quickly enter the room, hoping that I’ve chosen correctly. The room appears to be a small chamber, the gold walls coated with glowing yellow-green moss. The uncovered sections of wall are covered with ancient etchings, which are too faded for me to make out properly.
The Melting City I had observed a painting in the library. This painting looked had tall buildings that were painted with vertical lines and many different colors such as yellow, green, purple, orange, blue, pink, and white. They buildings looked like they were layered in two rows. The ground below the tall buildings was painted in horizontal lines.
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.
I have a park about three blocks west of my apartment. This park is neighboring the Chapman Elementary School in the Alphabet District of Portland. Within this park, is a dog park, the Wallace Dog Park. A wood-chipped area with lots of shade for my lovely, furry Kiba-Roo to spend his time. Kiba is my three-year-old border collie, shepard mix dog.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.
The sun was still below the horizon but the clouds above the mountains were tainted the color of pomegranates. Around me the shadows seemed empty. I tried not to look into the brush as I walked down the driveway. I had stopped before, looking to see the back of the shadows; staring hard, only to have them retreat from my eyes indefinitely. Invisible birds called from within. Their sound followed me down the driveway and onto the road.