The day was cold but Slash’s armor kept him a bit warm but he could see his own breath in his visor smudged, he checked his weapons, his hidden blade almost didn't work, his fur rustled in the wind he took out his claws like always it hurt a bit but his claws were fine then he saw the gang,the gang has been hunting for weeks he saw they were robbing someone beating him up he needs to wait and waited for the right moment then he struck his blades and claws hit two gang members his blades and claws both in sync then the other gang members were shocked some pulled out guns others just fell back but before they fired he took out his twin revolvers and fired his revolvers so powerful they could blow someone up that's what he liked about his guns
Trauma can impact someone’s life to where they can’t make connections with anyone. Even connecting with family it would be hard.Trauma changes the way they see the world and other people. In both Good Will Hunting and The Catcher in the Rye, Will and Holden go through traumatic events that change their lives. This makes them see everything negatively and impacts their ability to cope.
A young couple, Joseph and Catherine Maggio, were the axeman’s first victims in nearly a decade, and this was the beginning of another killing spree. In the middle of the night on May 22, 1918, Jake and Andrew Maggio were sleeping in their rooms until Jake heard loud groaning echoing from his neighbor's house, also his brother, Joseph’s house (New Orleans). Then, the two brothers went to go check on their brother, and what caught their eye was a panel removed from the door, which wasn’t removed when they were there for dinner the night before. After they saw the panel removed, they walked cautiously into Joseph’s room and were astonished to find blood everywhere, with
What is a hero? To our understanding, a hero is a person who is admired for great or brave acts. Joseph Campbell, an American mythologist, and writer wrote The Odyssey. In this novel he talks about The Heroes Journey which are twelve different stages of adventure known as the Ordinary World, the Call to Adventure, Refusal of the Call, Meeting the Mentor, Crossing the Threshold, Test/Allies/Enemies, Approach to the Inmost Cave, Ordeal, Reward, the Road Back, Resurrection, and the Return With The Elixir. The Odyssey is about a legendary hero named Odysseus, who fought among the Greeks in the battle of Troy and went through the stages of The Heroes Journey. Odysseus lived in Ithaca, Northwest of Greece, with his wife Penelope and son Telemachus.
...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.
The journey through language and literature has always been an intriguing one for me. It is for this reason that I chose English as my major. It seems that every teacher or professor that I have had, has always been able to pinpoint one specific element in my writing that I need to work on. This has not been a negative thing by any stretch, because with each passing semester there is an element of my literature that will be perfected for the next. This is the wonder that is English, and the reason for my passion in this subject area.
"Get over here!" The angered and scratchy voice bellows from deep within the strong, mean-spirited ninja. The ninja throws forth a blade that is fastened to the end of a long, black rope. The sharp point of the spear pierces the skin and takes root deep within the stomach of a screaming, young woman. Blood splatters from the impact, and the ninja forcefully retrieves the blade by pulling on the rope to which it is attached. The shrieking, young woman is lurched forward, attached still to the steel blade and without the ability to defend herself. Currently, she stands paralyzed and helpless at the hands of her attacker.
Anyone who is doing any type of writing piece has a process. They may not know it but it is there and it exists. It is one’s approach to their piece and how they go about accomplishing it. It has to do with how you write it, how many drafts you do, as well as your revision process if you even have one. My writing process however has room for improvement. A summation of my writing process consist of heavy planning, one draft, and little revisions. Anne Lamott, Shirley Rose, and Kathleen Yancey all drew attention to major points through their writing pieces that support and dispute my writing process. Through their pieces they have found a way to inspire, inform, and entertain me all at the same time while passing along great information that
In this course, I’ve learned about the three sub-genres of horror. These three sub-genres are moral allegory, psychological horror, and the fantastic. The first sub-genre of horror, moral allegory, revolves around a rule being broken and the punishments for breaking the rule. There’s commonly a focus on the battle between good and evil, and there is often a supernatural evil involved. Commentary on our society is also common. The next sub-genre, psychological horror, capitalizes on deviant or abnormal human psychology. This abnormal creature creates the horror, whether through their actions or just by existing. The “monster” of the story is often a representation of an aspect of ourselves. This “monster” is not
The two warriors stood ten feet from each other, both anticipating each other to strike. Akuma glared down at Ryokosha as if he was an insect. Ryokosha could not see the sun casting down on them anymore due to the enormous size of the demon. Sweat dripped down from Rohan’s face and onto his blue robe. CLANG! Both parties attacked with their blades, and the violent duel began. Loudly, each blade hit the other blade, grinding against each other like teeth.
His hand rested on the basin, holding the razor and he waited. He felt cool and curious, like he could do anything and it didn’t matter. He held up his left arm and pushed up the sleeve with his hand holding the razor. He pressed the blade against his skin and immediately, just as the feel of the sharp blade on his skin, his heart went quicker and blood came back into him. He was breathless with wanting to do it. He could taste the need to hurt himself in his mouth, and when he did, he cried with the relief of it. He made a long cut down his forearm and the red line filled with bright blood very quickly and started to run.
Screaming with each burst of blood the blade brought forth from the monster, its grip on my stinging arm growing looser with each cut. Eventually she reached its head and sunk her blade into the back of its neck, a spray of warm, yellow blood coating my arm, shoulder, and head as it dropped me.
My back is against an old, dowdy, run down Jeep and my revolver lied just an arm's reach away. I looked down at my shoulder to see a knife sticking through it and the car door. You could say it was the only thing keeping me from getting up and walking away but it’s wasn’t. What little sanity I had left was keeping me from walking away. I felt the throbbing of the bite mark on my leg and started to feel the infection racing in my veins.
Hey i’m James, I live in Round Rock, Texas with my dad. My parents are divorced and it’s very hard to live like this, not seeing my mother for a long period of time. Although I get to see her every other month she lives in California. Basketball season is coming and i’m coming and i’m going to try out for my high school basketball team the Panthers. I’ve been playing ball since I was a little boy, my dad would call me his little light because I would light it up on the courts.
All of a sudden she was terrified again. She felt something hold her down as the black figure approached. She felt the cold metal of the gauntlet on her skin. Then the Black figure moved his hand and she felt the icy tips pierce her neck. She barely had time to scream as the figure ripped her throat out.
I am stuck in a world of thoughts, distracted with emotions, as my pen bleeds words of sorrow. Pain and