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I walked through the dead forest. Fire burnt on limbs of trees, never even flickered. My bare feet were making crunching sounds that messed with the crackling of the fires, burning along the trail. This was the most depressing place I’ve ever been. I’ve been counting every day since we made the deal over the pomegranate seeds. Only twenty-three more days until I’m free to roam the Over-World once again. He brought me down here to bring happiness to the people who resides here. The ones taken from their lives in the Over-World, but not like me. They died of murder, suicide, or natural causes. Really, this monster, who has kept me captive for the past five months, chose to take them from their friends, family, and children. He is the reason the people here are miserable; he could change it if he truly wanted to. The people here aren’t the ones who need happiness, it’s him. …show more content…
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The cold chill was blazing on me and my shoe gently began to pull out a tear. I thought about Candy and the other guys. Hopefully, I made the right choice. The sun came down and I ended up in a deserted river. Slowly, I began to regain where I was, and I opened my eyes in disbelief.
I feel something brush over the top of my right foot. A sharp-tickling pain comes on the top of my foot. Quickly, I run out of the warm ocean water onto the dry sand. My mom notices something. “What is this?” she questioned. “It’s a jellyfish!”
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In the novel “Lord of the Flies” by William Golding, kids are trapped on an island, away from home. They didn’t just appear there out of thin air; they were on a plane which crash landed on the island with no sign of wreckage besides a large gully where the plane landed called “the scar”. Though they may be lost, they finally came together and began to explore the island. They were gifted with the island they crashed upon, since the island had warm weather, food and water, allowing them to survive. Whilst exploring and learning more about their temporary home, they decide to elect someone out of their group to lead the pack. Some disagreed but they came to a conclusion and finally elected Ralph to lead them through their journey of unawareness
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The clock ticked and ticked. The time was running against her. She swung the door open and stepped on the cold floor, but she was fine because she had her fuzzy warm socks on. The scent of the roasting turkey flowed into her nose. She was ready to make pumpkin filling.
I remember when I was five years old. It’s already dusk. The sunset scenery was extremely vivid to my mind. My eyes are steady to the horizon, face aglow with the last orange rays before twilight beckons the stars. I have watched with a steadfast gaze, as the burning red light sank beneath the horizon, the threads of light dawdled in the sky, blending with the rolling heaps of clouds, the cool breeze of the pristine air pass through my innocent body, dyeing the sky orange, then red, and blue until it becomes entirely dark.
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Decided to go on an adventure of a lifetime. We walked about a mile to some rural area. I was extremely breathless considering the vast amount of heat and the lack of water in this over dry, drought-prone place. It was as though the sun was trying to punish me. I walked through the densest part of the forest and eventually came to a clearing of the sand.