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It started as a normal day like any other. It was late afternoon, as waves crashed down on the cold rocky shores of Gadarenes. Mixed in with the fog, evil plotted sinister plans in the darkness of a cave. If you were quiet enough you could here posed men scream out in awful agony in the depths of caves, as they cut themselves, and screamed out terrible blasphemies. As I watched over, my swine, who were eating yellow and green flowers that were frosted over by the nights cold. I could always sense evil lurking in the shadows, watching me, taunting me. I despised this job because of the location. It was the most isolated part of the village where I worked, but my mother had made me take on this job. Because we needed money. Since my father had left, we have been struggling to stay alive. …show more content…
I feared for my life at work, because, this was the same location of the demon possessed men. People in the small poor town always told stories about these vicious men that know one could subdue them. They were tortured by demons day and night. I believe these stories because I could hear particular screams of agony all day in the distance; in the darkness of caves, but they were exceedingly loud today. One day I might get the courage to check it out, but I would've never thought that day was today.
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But when I heard a man screaming, “ why have you come?”
In the distance my curiosity got the best of me I said to the other shepherds, “i'm going to check if there are any predators lurking
If the skyrocket failed to capture the attention of everyone in the village, the mission bells foreshadowed an unknown evil that was threatening the villlage. Was the entire population of San Martin Comitan under attack? The mission bells were easily recognizable to parishoners; moreover they were a welcome tolling beckonning the faithful to worship. But this tolling of the chimes was indisputably out of the ordinary. Mission bells did not chime before sunrise! This unusual timing could only bring fear and sadness.
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School was coming to an end and I thought about how Scout’s teacher didn't want her to read. I couldn't stop reading I enjoyed it too much and so did scout, I wondered if I would have reacted the same way scout did. One day after coming home from school, I saw scout with a Big stash of gum. After she told me how she got it, I started thinking the worst since I am her older Brother. I knew to scout was stubborn and wasn't going to get rid of it so I threaten her by telling her that I would tell Cal which is a fight scout wasn't up to fight. Why would there be gum in a tree and why was it out of all places in the Radley tree? We waited until what was forever for school to be over and for Dill to come. After all Dill had become a close friend
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As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
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