26 – Apparition Idmaer heard the cell door open and prepared himself for further torture. Saega had inflicted all manner of pain; cutting, slicing, tearing, stretching, crushing. The magical numbing Saega had applied had worn off quickly. Since then, Saega relished every cry the fox-head staff elicited from Idmaer. Even though Saega had gained control of the spire, he still had not obtained the grimoire’s missing pages. It was a miracle that Idmaer could even think for the pain. More than the pain was the loneliness without the spire’s presence. The bond had been severed too swiftly. Time stretched on without any indication of whether it had been minutes, hours, or days since this affliction had started. Sounds of fighting filtered in from the grates, making …show more content…
“You will need to atone still.” His mind cleared for a moment, and yet the phantasm remained. The truth of this vision struck him. It was no vision at all. Edoma. She had returned. With resolute purpose, Idmaer crept over to the insert between two bricks where he had hidden the papers. While he had the chance, he wanted to make things right. To return what he still possessed that was not his own. He reached for the pages, but paused. Providing her with them would endanger her life. Saega might do what he had done to her in order to find them. He couldn’t risk that, but he still refused to lie to her again. He turned around, and saw that she had left the cell. The thought crossed his mind that she had indeed been a phantasm, but she returned a few moments later. “I’ve ensured we will have no unexpected visitors for the next hour.” She then told him to lay down on the floor and he obeyed. Coldness touched his flesh and her felt her fingers on him. She was warding him again, but this time the wards felt different. His muscles throbbed with energy until they threatened to burst. He cried out, but she continued, heedless to his body’s involuntary
It was a cold, dismal night. Mary was tired.” Furthermore, the author successfully aroused a sense of curiosity and concern within the reader through the explicitly vivid description of Mary’s fear and agitation towards the mysterious man. One prominent example of this was, “Mary screamed and fell inside the door. Panting like an animal, she cast around for something to defend herself with.
realization. “His lips quivered and his spectacles were dimmed with mist. ’We may stay here till
Fifteen minutes flew by in no time and Mrs. Sorun didn’t have the patients to wait and let us realize it on our own.
I probably stood there for under a minute, but, to this day, it was one of the longest minutes of my life. Seconds plodded by, each separated from the next by an eternity. Air grew heavy, damp, and almost solid. I was breathing bricks. Baba went staring me down, and didn’t offer to read. (34)
She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over...
I approached my cheek to her lips; she would not touch it. She said I oppressed her by leaning over the bed; and again demanded water. As I laid her down--for I raised her and supported her on my arm while she drank--I covered her ice-cold and clammy hand with mine; the feeble fingers shrank form my touch-the glazing eyes shunted my gaze...
With both hands resting lightly on the table to each side of his white foam cup, Otis stared into its deep abyss of emptiness with his head bowed as if willing it to fill again, giving him a reason to enjoy the shelter that the indoors provided. I could almost touch the conflict going on inside of him, a battle of wills as if he was negotiating with an imaginary devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. I sensed a cramp of discomfort seizing his insides, compelling him to flee, then a silent resolve, as if a moment of clarity had graced his consciousness.
All that could be heard was the distant wail of an ambulance siren, which rent the bitter evening air like a butcher’s knife through a carcass. It would’ve been hard to believe that only minutes ago the place had been alive with crowds and commotion and excitement; for now it stood empty. It seemed that time itself had stopped: that every clock, timepiece, wristwatch in the world had ceased to tick.
The thought came to him with a weird detachment He felt nothing, and knew that could be the initial shock.
My stomach growled; I don’t remember the last time I ate. We usually can’t, every morning rebels (aka the bad guys) circle the blocks of old abandoned buildings looking for any survivors, people like us. This morning was different, you could hear were the eruptions and sounds of the rumbling engines passing by, not miles away! Today’s explosions
In the state I was in, if someone had come and told me I could go home quietly, that they would leave me my life whole, it would have left me cold: several hours or several years of waiting is all the same when you have lost the illusion of being eternal. I clung to nothing, in a way I was calm. But it was a horrible calm -- because of my body; my body, I saw with its eyes, I heard with its ears, but it was no longer me; it sweated and trembled by itself and I didn't recognize it anymore.
Nothing came his hand felt numb, he was frozen with fear and didn’t want to open his eyes until the fear let its hands off his head. His eyes were rock solid and didn’t want him to see what they saw. Everything in his body was rock solid and felt cold, cold from all the fear that had taken ove...
I woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfect, invading my nostrils. The room was silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beep beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicates you're alive. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me. I glanced around and took in the deserted, blue and white colour schemed hospital bedroom. How long have I been here? I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had exactly happened. Then it all hits me with a bang. The memory of it all starts to occupy my thoughts.
The town square at the time was decorated with crimson flags that had gods painted onto them. When Tadi got there Zuma was quivering all over. Then Zuma told him very horrid news. “Tadi there was a massacre at the great temple and the people who claimed they were gods killed them.” Tadi gasped. “How do you know this?” asked Tadi. “I was traveling there when I heard screams so I hid behind a rock and I saw the so-called gods walking away with heads of Moctezuma’s citizens on their spears and blood gushing out the door of the temple. I was almost caught by some guy that was smart enough to check for survivors. He saw me but I turned around and ran all the way here to tell Moctezuma,” replied Zuma. “Wow,” said Tadi who was now also quivering all over. “You need to tell Moctezuma right now.” “Okay,” said Zuma. “but can I come too by any chance?” asked Tadi. “Sure,” replied Zuma so they walked to the palace
Over the years, people have wondered what goes on in a person's mind that guides them to meet their needs. Sigmund Freud developed a system of personality that boldly attempts to explain the course of personality and what was it origins. Freud theory assumes that one's personality is shaped and some powerful inner forces motivate one's behavior. According to Freud, personality differences commence from the different ways in which people deal with their underlying drives. By picturing a continuing battle between antagonistic parts of personality, Freud was able to develop three systems that make up the total personality. The three systems of personality are the id, ego, and the superego. If the three systems work together in harmony and unite together to form one complete organization, it enables one to create a positive transaction with the environment. If the systems are fighting with each other, one is said to be dissatisfied with himself or the world. By examining the ego, the id, and the superego, one should see how these three systems of personality play an important role in the development of one's personality. In doing so one should understand what conscious and unconscious, and the functions of the id, ego, and superego.