**Prologue** I can feel the sweat dripping into the cuts on my arms and face. It stings, like really bad, imagine getting bitten by mosquito, then imagine getting bitten all over your body about fifty times, yeah that bad. My blonde hair matted down with sweat. I stand my ground though and wipe the sweat away from my face on my arm. The bow in my left hand is getting heavier and heavier by the minute and the I count only three arrows left in my quiver. If I’m going to make a move I have to make it fast. I see his shadow against the wall of the cave lit only by three torches. The golligon, a man who is about three feet taller than me and 250 pounds of pure muscle, and in place of his legs he has the tail of a snake, slithers towards me. I can tell he is fatigued as well as he is not moving as fast as he was at the beginning of the match. I dodge the swing of his giant double sided axe and as I lay on the ground I pull and arrow out of my quiver and nock it onto my bow string. I take a breath, pull the string back to my mouth, I aim it at his back and let the arrow fly. It hits him right in the center of the back, I take a breath of relief and start to lay down when I realize that I’ve only made him angrier. He slithers towards me again. I start to get up but …show more content…
my hands are chained to the wall, we are no longer in the cave, we are on a cliff filled with different colored flowers and many trees over looking a waterfall. I scramble around and try to pry open the cuffs around my wrists but it’s too late, he is winding up for a big swing and I see the axe coming at my face, I look away. I startle from my sleep drenched in sweat. That dream was more intense and felt more real than the others. I look outside and see that it is still deep in the night. I pull off my covers and reach my legs to the side of the bed. I stand up and I feel the cool wood beneath my feet. It is somewhat calming, it reminds me that I am back home away from harm. I creep over to the window and open it as quietly as I can. It makes a tiny squeak and I stop. Not moving, fearing that my dad or stepmom could have heard me. If they catch me up this late at night, well lets just say I would have rather taken that axe to the face. I don’t hear anyone moving around the house so I open it up the rest of the way. I swing my legs up and over the ledge. I shimmy out the rest of the way and I hold onto the windowsill by my fingers. I drop to the tree branch below me and move carefully to the trunk of the 200 year old tree in my back yard. I make my way up the branches and finally get to the top of the tree. I feel free up here. I can feel the smooth summer wind blow across my face cooling off the sweat from my dream. I look up and see all the stars in the sky. They remind me of the first time I saw snow on fall on the black shirt I was wearing that day. It is so big up there and it makes me feel like a tiny piece of dirt just blowing through the universe. I move my head and look over the city. All the buildings taller than our house. No lights, just peace. I’m watching a man walk down main street when something in the corner of my eye alarms me. The light in my living room is on. This is odd, I say to myself, as I slide down the tree slowly until I get back to my window. I jump up and grab the ledge and pull my self back in the window. I land inside quietly and make sure I stay quite. I make my way to the hallway outside my door and see that the doors my to my sister’s and parent’s room wide open. I make my way slowly to the living room on the floor below. I make it to the last step and I look around the corner and see that the main door is open too. I walk into the living room and see my family. Except I see my sister Thea lying wither her face on the floor. Her white night gown drenched in blood. My stepmom, Helen, sees me walk in the room, and she puts her finger up to her mouth, shushing me. She gives me a look as if she wants to say help but she also wants me to run away from here. She has an open cut spewing out blood on her chest. She falls to the ground and I clasp my hands around my mouth to keep from screaming. I don’t see my dad and the person who has done this. I walk almost as if in a trance to the kitchen when I see the man who has done this all holding my dad by the hair with a dagger to his neck. He is about 6’ 4” and has a big gut. He is dressed in all black with a mask on and he looks me in the eyes with a cold look. I look at my dad and he yells at me, telling me to get out of here. I try to move my feet but I am frozen in horror. He looks into my eyes with that fatherly look when nothing is okay but it somehow make you feel calm. His eyes roll back as the man runs the dagger across his throat. I let out a scream and feel the tears start to stream out of my eyes. The man walks over to me and I try to run but he grabs me by the collar. I fear that this is my final moment here on this Earth. I prepare for him to end my life and let me join my family, but he picks me up and carries me out the door. I punch and kick and bite but none of this phases him. We get on his horse and we start to ride away into the night. I look back at my house, knowing that this is the last time I will ever see it. I let out another cry for help. He hits me hard on the head and I shut up. I look up into the sky and cry to myself for as a long as I can remember then I must have passed out because I don’t remember anything after that. * * * * * Chapter 1 I wake up in my chamber startled by a bad dream. This one is the same as the rest of them. I always have the same dream, that night 9 years ago. I used to only see it about once a month but it’s gotten worse. I keep seeing it about two times a week. I wake up sweating but now I cant just climb out my window into my tree, I’m on the fifth floor of Fort Pendragon. Besides that there are guards constantly patrolling the halls of the castle. Of course my room is in the Northeast tower, the one most likely to get attacked first, so I doubt that they would even care. I get up and pace around the room trying to just think about anything else besides my dreams.
I go over to the wall and sit in the hole in my wall, which by the way gets pretty cold in the winter. I look out over the small town to the east, Rolber. The torches that light the streets give the town an eery look. Sometimes I like to imagine what would happen if the torches caught the town on fire. I bet the people who put them there would feel so idiotic. But I also like to think that Lord Erion would be distracted by this that I would have a chance to escape. I’ve tried many times of course. I tried a lot more when I was first brought here. I’ve been punished so many times that I learned to not even try
anymore. I don’t even know where I would go if I could get out. I would probably travel west, I here there is a great lake there as big as the world and huge mountains that spew fire. I wish I could shoot fire whenever I want, then I would never have to bow down to anyone, everyone would bow down to my awesome power. I crawl back into my bed. I have a bed made for a little child and by now I’m almost 6 feet, so I’m sure you can imagine my discomfort. I pull the covers of me and my feet stick out the end, I have asked Lord Erion for a bigger bed and blanket many times, and many time I got slapped for asking such a stupid question. I sing to my self a song Helen used to sing to me when I got bad nightmares. I sound awful because I’m a sixteen year old boy going through puberty and my voice cracks every other word, but it is still comforting. It reminds me of home and of better times when I wasn’t prisoner. I fall asleep in no time. I wake up to the sun rolling across my face and realize that I am already late. I scramble out of bed and slip my shoes on. I hustle down the spiral staircase. I bust out the door and sprint across the 200 meter courtyard into the dining room. I grab Lord Erion’s
Compound hunting bows are a modern type of bow using a levering system of cables
Late at night, I was looking out of the window and I saw some shadows walk past it. I was suspicious so I snuck out of the back door, when I realized that the shadows were Black Riders. I was scared so I rang the alarm, and luckily the Riders ran away. Later, when the group and I were in a cave, I was some black figures on the road far away. I had a bad feeling so I put on by ring, and later realised that they were the Black Riders again. A crowned Rider jumps at me with a sword, but Elbereth protects me. I took off my ring then fell unconscious. I woke up later with everybody surrounding me. I had a large, painful wound that Aragon tried to heal, but it only got worse. The knife I got cut with was cursed to not let wounds heal quickly so that was more bad news for me. However, I am still very lucky to be alive. Elrond sent several elves to help protect me. Glorfindel warned me that there were Black Riders nearby, so we kept running for a while. Slowly, they started to catch up and all nine Riders show up. They cut me off, and I get a sudden chilly feeling, but my horse continues to ride and gets past the Black Riders. I tell the Ringwraiths not to follow me, but the leader just breaks my sword by raising his hand. Suddenly, there is a flood coming towards me and I feel myself
I rushed out to the truck as the horn blared. I threw my things into the truck and we went off towards the woods. I had to talk to Kevin about where the deer come from when i am sitting in the stand. He told me everything I needed to know about the place less than 10 minutes in the hot and humid truck. Well let's go back to see what led to this.
I was carrying my whole life with me, as I walked towards the aircraft. I was carrying two suitcases, filled mainly with clothes and books. I know they were less than 20 kilograms because that was the permissible weight. I could not feel their weight as they were on the trolley. I had a backpack on my shoulders. It contained some eatables, some clothes, a novel, some magazines, a portable CD player, some CDS, a deck of cards, and an inflatable pillow. I was well prepared for my long flight. In my hand I carried as brown leather case containing my passport, visa, and all other personal documents and papers. If I were to lose that case, technically I would cease to exist. Other than that, I had a tennis racket slung over my left shoulder. In short, I was carrying almost all my belongings with me. But that was not all I was taking with me. I was carrying with me memories of 18 years. Things and incidents, long forgotten, resurfaced in my mind, with incredible detail. Every face around me reminded me of uncountable incidents. I was carrying with me a sense of tremendous loss. But, at the same time, I was also carrying with me hope and excitement. A new world called me, and I was looking forward to go there. To protect me in this new place, I had a holy red thread tied on my wrist. That was the explanation my Mom had given me when she was tying it. Though I did not necessarily agree with her, looking at the thread did bring a warm feeling in my heart. It symbolized the love and blessings of my parents which I carried with me, wherever I went.
...ng so, he began roaring and screaming, in order to build excitement from the crowd. What a mistake this was. As he was exciting the crowd he gave crucial seconds to his opponent. As soon as Striger recovered, he was in search of the knife. It was the same knife which caused drastic cuts onto him. It was only an arms length away. Striger stretched out his hand and grabbed reaching the tip of the blade. With his finger tip he pushed back the knife towards himself and then grabbed on to it firmly. Vintage stood not so far of from where Striger laid. The wounded Striger was now up and in search of Vintage. As soon as he found caught up with him he pounced onto him as a lion leaps over it’s pray and stabbed him right across his neck. Blood was flushing out of the neck as though it was an open tap. Vintage sucked in his last breath and then feel fast to the ground, dead.
Many people in Mississippi enjoy deer hunting. Out of all the people in Mississippi that hunt, only a select few of them prefer to bow hunt. Bow hunting is more challenging than gun hunting because there are many things that have to happen before a deer will come into range for a bowshot. Bow hunters find it more enjoyable when they harvest a deer with a bow. This being said, there is only a certain time of deer season when it is legal to hunt with a bow. From October 15th until November 21st and then once more from January 1st to January 22nd, 1 out of a 5 month, there is a short amount of time to harvest a deer with a bow. Bow hunting is only allowed for a small portion of the hunting season; bow hunting should be permitted for the entire season because it offers more options, it is more enjoyable, and it is cheaper.
I’m running as fast as I can to set the last fire for the trap. I’m beginning to think that I might have a chance of winning the Hunger Games. If this strategy works and kills all or most of the career tributes then this game will be a lot easier to win. I am so glad that I have Katniss as an ally. I miss my family back in district 11 even though it was tough living there I still had a lot of fun with my family. I know I’m safe when I’m with my family and Katniss really gave me that feeling; the feeling of being at home with my family. She makes me feel stronger and less lonely. She helps me escape from the thought of dying in this arena but slowly the thought fades away and I start to feel afraid again. I remember that this is the Hunger Games, not just a random TV show. There is only one winner and it’s either I kill Katniss or she kills me, but I would rather her kill me. She has to take care of so much like her family in district 12. If we had a choice I would let her kill me. I thought to myself, what if I get killed before I even reach the place where I set the fire? What if I get… and before I could even finish what I was thinking my legs were caught in a knot I believe was made out of rope and then a net came down and trapped me. I fall to the ground. I could feel my heart beating as fast as hummingbird’s wings flapping from flower to flower. I tried to call for help but no one answered; I felt so stupid knowing that we were all in a competition when we kill each other to win and I’m asking for help. As the moon passes by I just think about all the happy times I’ve spent with my family and the time I’ve had with Katniss. I laugh and cry while thinking about everything. It seemed like it was just yesterday when I was harves...
Then it hit me, I was chained to a wall a mile underground. I could now fully understand what had happened. Montresor led me into the catacombs just to kill me. I let a slow moan roll out of my mouth. I felt like I had just ran a marathon, I was so tired. While I was thinking back on how I had became of this situation, Montresor had maintained his pace of brick lying, and he had already had the fourth layer of his wall finished. Then, I just burst out. I flailed my arms and legs trying to escape, but I couldn’t. I was mad at myself for being so dumb and falling right into the hands of Montresor. I still couldn’t comprehend that I was basically dead. It felt like I had been thrashing for ages. I finally came to consensus that there was no hope, as Montresor was simply enjoying my death. After my arms and legs had felt numb,I stopped the flailing, and Montresor went right back to work. I just didn’t know what to think. As Montresor stood from his wall building, and the wall had reached all the way to his chest. He raised his torch up to
My life intersects with Into The Wild because I never had a good relationship with my mom or stepfather Dan who was 21 years older than my mother. So I “escaped” to Columbia much like Chris did from his own reality. Dan would drink every day; you would rarely see him without a drink in his hand. His drink of choice would be either whiskey or beer depending on what he could afford. You could always tell when he was smashed and when he was I was the person he wanted to tear down with his words the most. I remember one night after my grandma just had surgery and she was staying with us my mom asked me to cook. I told her I would. I then went outside to check what I was grilling and I knew Dan was out there intoxicated.
on October 11th i went on a hunt that would change my hunting experience. I walked to my stand with my dad and we saw some fresh tracks. we had some bait out and then we went to the stand the bait was gone we got up in the stand and got ready.we got up in the stand and brought the gun up and got settled in.
I never thought that deer hunting would deeply affect my life. Hunting in my family is as normal as turkey on Thanksgiving. Therefore, my dad did not ask me to go hunting with him; he automatically assumed that I would enjoy going deer hunting. I was seven years old when we sat out on our hunting adventure, but I shot my first hunting rifle at the age of six. Nevertheless, I was as prepared as a seven year old could be.
The first time I ever shot a deer was back in 2011. I was in 5th grade. This was not the first time I had gone out hunting, just the first time I ever went out to shoot a deer. It was a fairly warm fall day and my mom took me out with her to the new hunting shack my dad just built. It is a very sturdy shack made with wood that blends into the trees around it. It sits in our tree line viewing our hay field with woods all around the field. The smell of fall, decaying leaves dying grass hung in the air heavily. My mom told me to not expect to shoot anything my first time out. We waited out for a few hours before we started to see anything but everything we saw was too far away to get a shot at. We waited probably another half
creature stood before me, gnarling teeth, sharp enough to slice cleanly through my flesh. Skin, a sickish green, mounted with boils and sores, rough and jagged all over. Claws, double the size of the contorted figure, curled by it's side. The creature hunched over, as it were waiting to pounce any second, or maybe as if I was waiting for it to pounce. Now, I was more curious then frightful. My feet glued to the floor, my heart pounding heavily. I was to be a victim, slaughtered and eaten as the main course yet I still stood. The compelling need, to look the creature in the eye had taken over, and my chin lifted. Our eyes met, and my breath caught in my throat. My stomach churned, not at the sight of the horns that stretched from it's forehead,
The artifact that I chose is my guitar. Originally I wanted to just choose music in general as my artifact as I also play the piano and am in choir but i finally decided on my guitar specifically because it is what really pulled me into and got me interested in music beyond just listening to it. It is what helped me develop as a musician.
I had my first dance recital on the day I turned four. Now I don’t remember anything from that day, but I believe that that day is when I learned I loved to perform. I’ve been taking dance lessons since then, and many things that I do now involve performing in some type of way.