"Ughhh..." You rolled over from your stomach to your side to see what happened- or more importantly where you were-. Everything was blurred at first because of the bright light, but once everything started to clear up, you could tell that you were in a cavern of sorts. There were weathering gray rocks lying about and chalky stalagmites lay together in clumps. Everything seemed to have a blue and a green tint to them, which you found stunning. Most importantly, you were lying on a fluffy bed of golden flowers. You moved your fingers from your side to touch one of the beautiful flowers. It immediately moved downwards upon contact from your pointer finger. You slowly smiled as it gently rose up when you removed the pressure. "I should probably …show more content…
It was Flowey. Flowey the freaking flower. And he- he was right there. You slowly turned your head to face towards the flower that sat in the greenery. I'm in Undertale. Undertale... with Flowey- "Hmmm... You're new to the Underground, aren'tcha?" His unnaturally joyful voice rung out. Before you had time to give a reply he continued, "Golly, you must be so confused." "That's one way to put it," you said with a little more sass than you intended to. He showed a look of excruciating annoyance, but it was gone within seconds and he reverted back to his face of false friendship. "Well, someone ought to teach you-" He voice cut off as the sound of the ocean plunged your ears. The shock of being in the game Undertale seemed to disappear, and all you were left with was the weight and helplessness of the total situation. Your world began to tip and before you could fully grasp at what was happening, you were collapsing onto the hard, cold ground below. Fear gripped your throat so it was impossible for you to utter a word. The sound of crashing waves increased in volume in your ears as you fluttered your eyes closed. The last thing you were able to sense before you drifted away into the black of unconsciousness was the strangest feeling of fur. * * …show more content…
You could always stay here and live with her. But- You wanted to see everything through your own eyes. You wanted to meet everyone and speak to them with your own responses. You wanted to experience the game and make your own choices. So staying with Toriel no longer seemed like a plausible idea for you. What would you do after you left the ruins, though? Would you attempt to reach the surface? There was nothing waiting for you there, though. You belonged in your own world... and this place wasn't even real. You didn't realize that you had slumped against the door between the conformable bedroom and the ominous hallway. You had your knees brought up to your chest and your face showed that you were deep into thought. It dawned on you that you held the power to spare the monsters or to kill them. The idea that you could do such a thing as end someone's life made you have furrowed eyebrows. Just don't trip and drop a knife into 'em and it'll all be fine! And with that ending note and no plan for the future, you stood up from the ground and swung the door to reveal the decorative yellow hallway. Potted brown water sausages lined the hallway along with two coffee-colored end tables. You lightly strode down the hallway and past the stairs that lead downwards, towards the living room where you assumed Toriel would be sitting in her recliner
...d. Ophelia knew exactly what she was doing when she handed out flowers in this scene. Through passing out the flowers and the very few but oh so powerful words that were combined with it, Ophelia allows flowers come to life.
The Grimm’s stories have strict criteria for good and evil. Good women are not the hero, they do not plan, nor do they get themselves out of bad situations; they are obtuse and wait until a Prince saves them. These qualities doom the female protagonists (and readers) to pursue the only destiny women have, and that is to be a wife and mother (Rowe, 1978). Cinderella is the heroine and the ideal good girl. She is unambiguously beautiful, kind, and compassionate. She does not complain or get angry. This is foreseen early in the Grimm’s Cinderella story:
You both continued on your path, running into more dogs and blue attacks as you went. Heck, you even ran into Papyrus a few times and an Ice Cream stand! Well, NiceCream, but it still tasted like Ice Cream. Ya, it was freezing, but boy did it warm your heart! That’s how the sale’s guy put it at least. You were really starting to like the underground.
We walked further into the oasis, my palms, damp and clammy with sweat twitched nervously inside of my pant pockets. Glancing around nervously, my heart swelled with joy when I saw the object of my desires sitting on a rock in the middle of a reflecting pool. Its elegant golden curves and pure white strings reflected in the light, causing it to glimmer.
11:14 p.m.-I slowly ascend from my small wooden chair, and throw another blank sheet of paper on the already covered desk as I make my way to the door. Almost instantaneously I feel wiped of all energy and for a brief second that small bed, which I often complain of, looks homey and very welcoming. I shrug off the tiredness and sluggishly drag my feet behind me those few brief steps. Eyes blurry from weariness, I focus on a now bare area of my door which had previously been covered by a picture of something that was once funny or memorable, but now I can't seem to remember what it was. Either way, it's gone now and with pathetic intentions of finishing my homework I go to close the door. I take a peek down the hall just to assure myself one final time that there is nothing I would rather be doing and when there is nothing worth investigating, aside from a few laughs a couple rooms down, I continue to shut the door.
The old man lifted his head so that the glare was in his eyes. The tulips were blossoming, the grass a luscious, vivid green. His granddaughter Ava frolicked through the garden, all alone, yet still bursting at the seams with pure elation and contentment. He was grateful that autumn had not yet dawned. For a moment, happiness filled the old man’s mind. He lowered his head. Once again, he remembered.
It starts as white noise, a sort of rushing water sound in my ears. I shake my head, trying desperately to dislodge the upsetting sound but it stays stubbornly stuck. I can imagine the static that should accompany the sound and when I close my eyes I can see a blood red version of it clouding my mind's eye. My body shakes with a tremor. It's as if my very skin is trying to shake off the reality that threatens to engulf me. But I can't shake it off because it's the sea; it's a ocean. It's the biggest, deepest, darkest ocean ever imagined and I'm right in the middle of without a life-saver or buoy in sight. And I'm kicking and clawing against the tide but I can barely manage half a mouthful of fresh, lucid air. I'm being dragged down and there's no one there to save me. The white noise sucks me under as I struggle and gasp. I struggle because I don't know what's going to happen, and because I know exactly what will happen, because it's all happened before. The last lungful of clean, sane air leaves my lungs. Down I go.
I snuggled into my bed, smiling as I bundled myself in the warm blankets. I scrunched up my face, feeling something poke my back gently. I rolled over, nuzzling my face into my pillow once more. I ignored the soft hissing noises that were coming from behind me and started to drift off again. My eyes shot open, I feeling something land on top of me, causing me to wheeze at the sudden pressure.
Closer and closer to the calm water, I began sinking deeper in the sand. It was comforting, the silence, tranquility, and warmth of the faint sun. There is a slight breeze, warm, but cold and lonely. I could smell the scent of fish blowing through my hair and body. The sun was still fading, slowly but surely the day was almost over. About half of it is gone now. I could see shades of blue, red, purple, and pinkish-yellow. They were mixed with puffy clouds that lined the beginning of the sky and the end of the water. I noticed the darker shades on the bottom of the lower clouds.
Arising, I stretched and felt by bones creak and pop, my muscles protesting. Yawning largely, I pushed the boulders out of the way and squinted my eyes against the harsh sunlight streaming into the cave. Stepping out of the cave I stumbled back in horror and shock, everything I had ever known was gone; the trees were white and barren of all of their leaves. The ground was void of all grass, nothing green was anywhere in sight. I cantered off towards the river, hoping that it wasn’t gone too. Luckily, it wasn’t, however, the river had odd green slime coating it,...
The sight is wonder for the eyes, as you cross each little section of flowers. As we continued through, you can see the hard work put into the garden. Each detail and sections are taken with ...
...me. I was hovering above my town when a stray arrow whacked into me. I saw myself change back into human and plummet in a spiral to the ground. Blackness enveloped my eyes.
It was a bright sunny day, the sky was a soft shade of blue and there
And I saw the sparkling foam, And-with my cheek on one of those green stones that fleeced with moss, under the shady trees, lay round me, scattered like a flock of sheep
As I sat up and looked around, I realized that I must have been asleep