Heart racing, I peeked through one eye expecting to see the semi-truck that was speeding towards me just a moment ago. ‘What the-- Where am I?’ Instead of certain death, what I saw was shocking beyond my wildest imagination. A vibrant market! Activity bustling at every stall! There were probably thousands of people here purchasing an endless variety of fruits, vegetables, and meats. “...Mommy? Why is that person yelling?” A child wearing a bright red robe was staring at me with a look of pure curiosity. “Shhh. Don’t look at people like him.” The child was pulled away by his mother and the two quickly disappeared into the crowd. “……” My head began pounding as I tried to figure out what was going on. ‘The last thing I remember…. Oh …show more content…
Looking behind, there was the collapsed figure of a child lying in the middle of the street and covered in dirt stains. His red clothes seemed familiar. ‘Shit. Why is no one helping him?’ I wrenched my arm away from the shopkeeper as hard as I could and dashed towards the child. ‘I’m definitely going to die this time. Keuk—‘ The idea of being crunched to death in the dragon’s jaws sent shivers down my spine. ‘Just a few more meters… Yes!’ I grabbed the child and ducked under one of the tables in front of the nearest stall. In my previous world, the final boss of every monster I faced in games was always a dragon. A monster of god-like strength and almost infinite vitality. Harbor of the ultimate magics and tactics. I was screwed. “Oi, wake up!” I whispered while shaking the child’s shoulders. There was no way that I could run fast enough carrying him. ‘Tch, he’s out cold. No choice then.’ I emerged alone and began sprinting in the direction of the fleeing crowd. “Hey you, stupid lizard! Try to catch me!” ‘What am I doing? Ack… Saving two people in two worlds is not so bad though. I’m sure I’ll be rewarded in the
"You're afraid of your own son," she cried, struggling. "Let me go. I'm coming, Herbert; I'm coming."
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.
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
I was screwed once again. This time, the monster held me tight. I felt like if he didn’t let me go I would pass out. He didn’t let go, but he did loosen his strength.
After a few agonizing seconds, I realized that if it could hurt me, I could kill it. I took three deep breaths and grabbed its neck using my two shaky hands. Surprised, it let me go. Seizing the short moment where the monster was disoriented and caught off-guard, I pushed it away. Before my eyes, it dissolved into a fine powder and was swept away by the
I ran back up to the bridge and the crew followed, I got onto the radio and sent out an S.O.S. signal plus tried to call for help but the coms where down and the antenna was frozen...Everything was frozen. Our location was 5 miles from the Diomede island, I sent Serga and Jack to get the harpoons on deck because when the deck freezes we use them to chip the ice off so the men are able to work without ice falling on them. The crew and I met on deck, we discussed a plan to go and find help. I said that Jack, Serga and Colson will go and try to reach Biomede island and get help. They will take the harpoons, tents and some blankets. They took the harpoons for protection incase they run into unwanted guests. The rest of us will try to fix the radio
There were ten customers in all, and they all seemed ready for a wait as many came prepared with equipment similar to that brought by the gentleman on my left. I was surprised by the lack of conversation amid the fairly large crowd, although I attributed this to it being too early in the morning to engage in any sort of meaningful conversation. Two...
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
“Please! Don’t do this!” the girl screamed. She held her arms up in defense against the malevolent figure with a crown of thorns placed on its head and a blood-stained, white trench coat that enclosed her body.
The dragon was large in size, and it’s white scales glinted brilliantly in the minimal amount of sunlight that peaked through. Lethal spikes lined the spine of the dragon up to the crown of its head, and its wild, sapphire blue eyes gazed hungrily at me as I pathetically raised my sword. The dragon spewed ice once again, and I skidded to the side. I have to do something. I can’t just be dodging icicles! Just as the beast spewed a set of icicles, I swung the sword at its head. Though it bounced harmlessly off its scales, it growled at me in white rage. It raced after me, and I bolted forward to the edge of the tip of the mountain. Where was its weak spot? I risked a glimpse behind me and noticed that its heart was not guarded by any protection whatsoever. I grinned. But as I was about to whirl around to end the battle and the dreaded beast, it knocked my sword out of reach on the other side of the platform. The dragon pinned me down with its hulking mass of a foot, and immediately, I could feel its merciless chill freeze my futile attempts to escape its
For my first piece of original writing I intend to create a piece primarily written for entertainment however, I also want to portray an interest into historical and political persuasions. I aim to write this piece for an audience of teenagers to young adult who are aged from around fifteen to twenty-five and are male, I also wish to identify with those interested in political thrillers within this age range. The genre of which shall be a short fiction story consisting chiefly of narrative and written in the third person. I picture this piece as being one of a collection of short stories concerned with the political-thriller fiction sub-genre. Despite being a fiction text I aim to tie in real world non-fiction.
She gasped, calling out for her friends, but they did not respond. With another wave of his hand, the boy made their bodies disappear. This could not be happening. “But… why? You realize that you’ll never get away with this when they find me.”
...o the ground hard leaving a scratch on my elbow. At that moment I saw the small bottle of GET AWAY GAS roll away from me. I scrambled after it but it was to late it fell down a crack in the floor. At last I saw it, this was no small goblin it was big, green, and smelly. I began to back up into a corner as it stepped closer, with its slobbering mouth. I shielded my self from it and closed my eyes just as it opened its mouth and dove at me.
Its tail swung, crushing the descending Tribulation. The spirit roared towards the Heavens, eyes reflecting madness as it dived down towards the quivering and screaming child. The yao spirit faded as it swallowed the child, both of them disappearing into the earth, as if they had never existed at all.
Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock… Stress. Anxiety. Panic. I looked down, my hands were shaking.