The first thing you notice upon waking up was how incredibly dark it was. It was pitch black. Not even the light above you could penetrate the suffocating inky blackness all around. Second thing you notice is the searing pain that shoots up your arm when you try to get up. Falling back to the position you were originally in, you cup the injured arm protectively to your chest with a hiss. As hard as you try, the fingers on that hand won’t move. Your arm was probably broken you realize as dread settles deep in your gut. You take a moment to let the pain fade to a dull thrum as you attempt to reach your uninjured hand out, searching for your bag. It had to be near you, right? Not that you could really remember how you ended up here in the first …show more content…
May I come closer please?” A hesitant nod from you has it slithering over to rest before your feet. It holds out a leaf as if it is offering you to shake it. Eh, might as well. You pinch the leaf between your fingers and move it up then down in a crude imitation of a hand shake. It seems pleased as it beams up at you. “You’re the first human I’ve seen down here in a long time! I mean… the first to survive the fall that is... You’re very lucky!” It gestures below you to what seems to have been a bed of flowers long ago but all the heads had been snipped and shriveled, sharp stems were all that remained of it. They were uncomfortable to lie on, in fact, they were stabbing right into your sides. It was right, you were lucky that you didn’t splatter around the room like the water balloons you used to play with as a kid. The thought makes you cringe. “Where am I? I don’t remember anything before waking up here… There have been more humans before me?“ Flowey looks pensive for a moment before averting its eyes. Clearly the thought of all the others before you unsettled it. “Y-you’re in the Underground, home of all monsters. I heard you fall down earlier but I thought you may have…But it’s okay now! You aren’t hurt that badly. You can still stand, …show more content…
There were several raised stones on the ground from what you could see but there was no way in hell you were going to touch them... Yet. Flowey tugged your hair lightly and pointed to a dusty square on the wall. Looked like…a plaque? There had to be several years’ worth of dust covering it and wiping it off made your hand feel crusty. You made a mental note to avoid touching your face so your asthma didn’t flare. The words are hard to make out, almost like they’d been scratched out by some creature, but you do understand something about a middle path and fools. Which you could only assume was referring to the raised stones. Cautiously, you approach said stones and think about what direction the plaque had meant by the middle path. Perhaps the path started from where you entered? That made some sort of sense at least. With baited breath you walk across every stone except the two that seemed to be in the center, each one sinking with a groan under your weight. Nothing seems to be going wrong yet and Flowey doesn’t seem to protest so you think you’re doing pretty okay. There’s a level ahead and you decide that you might as well pull it. Again, you grimace at the sheer amount of
... in that barren hall with its naked stair... rising into the dim upper hallway where an echo spoke which was not mine ut rather that of the lost irrevocable might-have-been which haunts all houses, all enclosed walls erected by human hands, not for shelter, not for warmth, but to hide from the world's curious looking and seeing the dark turnings which the ancient young delusions of pride and hope and ambition (ay, and love too) take.
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.
When he was young, Mark would run up and down these stone tunnels. There were countless turns and dead ends to keep him happy for hours. Now, he trailed his hand on the sweating walls and breathed in the scent of wet rock with sad nostalgia. So much had happened since then and some days he wished he was still that six year old kid, without a care in the world.
One rather beautiful day I head down to the building fields of Uruk with my only son Urnabe. He is 14 and he is turning out to be a skilled mason or at least better than his old man. When we get there I see that Binfem was already waiting for me.
(...and brings in a feeble little plant growing doggedly in a small pot on a window still)
I was thrown at the door and my heard a crunch to my right, but felt no pain because my whole body was numb to death. I tried to grab something I couldn’t move. I told myself calm down, calm down, calm down but my body and brain were frozen.
(Laura I think this first paragraph can go in a side bar with a picture of the plant otherwise it can be the first paragraph - your choice)
“Nudge” by Richard thaler gives an insight into how humans do not take decisions according to the the principles oftrn proposed by economics. It also provides a wide range of suggestions ans solutions for us to make better choices. The book begins with Carol’s research on how the placement of items in a café would affect the choices made by kids and ended up concluding that the settings in which people make choices often affect their choices. Behavioral economics, a new area of research combining economics and psychology, has repeatedly documented how our apparently free choices are affected by the way options are presented to us.
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
There were various roads that led up and into the mountain. But some were dead ends and others were misleading pathways that led to nowhere. A few were riddled with dark evil ogres who had long ago declared their allegiance to Gordok. Now they were his dreadful servants and massacred mountain travelers or lead them to horrible hazard. Norbert who was wise knew this and so he guided me to the right path and helped me through the great misty mountain.
As I approached, the poppy began to blow in the wind. Arisen from the ground, the poppy stood bright, thriving and jaunty. It was if Henry was trying to let me know that he was
" Hey sorry I'm late! I just saw the most beautiful red roses in a planter on the way here and I had to take a picture of them!" He proclaimed. He had just started seeing colors a couple of days ago.
“Why in the world do we need these leaves?” asks Midnight as he holds a leaf up to the light.
Clumps of lichen, warts protruding from an old beast. The smell of rotting wood fills my nose, sickly sweet. Gradually, I begin to fill in the blanks. Bits and pieces are slowly revealing themselves to me; a flash of light, the crack of something centuries old finally succumbing to the elements. The unyielding pressure on my leg, the vast contorted tree blocking out the little moonlight there is; none of this bodes well for me.
I liven the grass, a beautiful carpet of deep green, where with a wave of my hand and the sound of my laughter flowers of all sorts soon sprout. Buds are again seen on the limbs of the once barren trees. I bring to the earth cool, gentle showers, encouraging new growth and life. I dance through the clouds, parting them to revel the bright blue sky behind and shoot down the colors of the rainbow to the earth from my bow. I emanate peace as the moon rises and the stars fill the entire night sky.