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Elliot Stretched out his arms as he woke up from a restless night of
sleep. Poor Elliot was too afraid to sleep, afraid of the mysterious
beastie. In the night he could hear a continuous whispering coming
from outside the shelter, the whispering turned into nightmares. After
rubbing away the sleep from his delicate eyes with his grubby hands he
remembered all the bad dreams from the darkness of the night. These
brought a tear to his eye as he remembered the comforts of home.
Memories were slowly fading as time went on in the jungle.
Slowly he made his way out of the shelter and was greeted by another
boy shouting
“El! El!”
Without thinking about helping the bigguns with the fire or even
hunting he just went and joined with the others. The boy, who had
called him over, Mikey, greeted Elliot with a playful punch.
“I’ll race ya!” screamed Elliot as he began running towards he
luscious sea. Mikey ran after him. As they dived into the water and
were splashing each other a loud came from the conch they reluctantly...
I looked up at Gabriel from the grass. I never actually got to inspect the full extent of his features. His dark brown hair was tussled and looked as if he had been running his fingers through it from stress. His green eyes resembled emeralds. He had a bit of muscle on him, but he wasn’t too broad shouldered. You could see a small rose tattoo on his upper bicep. He wore a dark green t-shirt and jeans. He was definitely handsome, and all his features complimented each other.
Zero awoke to find himself standing, it was not something he was familiar with and he searched his memory for any recollection of it happening before. Quickly he discovered that large parts of his memory were missing, gone were the seemingly endless data bases of information. Quickly he sent out feelers trying for a connection of some sort but he drew a blank. It seemed that where ever he was now, had limited connection capacity. Instead he used his visual feed to survey his surrounding, it appeared he was in some kind of desert of discarded parts.
The storm was coming in quick. Dark silky clouds covered the sky like a wave of sadness. Then Bam! It hit with a force so strong it seemed as if the old mansion would crash down into the earth.
As Odyssland and his men wandered through the thick green rainforest; a gust of wind brushed by and swept one of Odyssland’s man off of his balance. “Careful guys, according to the locals, there seems to be a numerous sighting of vicious monsters lurking in this very jungle,” Odyssland muttered as he and his crew continued their way up north. A sudden shriek seized Odyssland and his men which ushered them to tumble down into a mysterious unnerving ravine. “Curse you,” Odyssland roared with anger as two of his men had plummeted to their death. From the corner of his eyes, Odyssland spotted a gargantuan beast with glowing red eyes crouched as a tiger would before pouncing on his prey. “Hey Adam,” Odyssland mumbled.
“You’re going to be late for school Brian” Shona called from the bottom of the stairs. “God what is it with this boy and his sleep” she mumbled to herself as she walked back to the kitchen. The wallpaper was beginning to peel off and the cupboard doors were uneven, all the mechanical devices had gone rusty and wouldn’t work unless you hit it or something. “This kitchen needs to be changed from head to toe” she groaned while trying to stick the bread in the toast machine, “I know love, but you know how things are at work right now” he said as he lifted his head from the Monday paper. “At the moment? For Christ sake Artemis, things have always been like this at your work, can’t you ask for a pay rise? You work a lot you know.” She suggested. It was true he did work hard, harder than all of the other workers actually. “You know I can’t, I asked for one last month, I can’t ask again that would just be down right rude.”
It’s fall season, and the city was crowded as usual. Jada sighed as she walked down the familiar streets of Philadelphia. Her hands were in the pockets of her ragged and soiled pants. It didn’t help much that she was wearing an oversized white-collar shirt. The stains were very prevalent and made her look even dirtier. But she didn’t care much. After months of living on the streets she learned to not care what people thought of her. Whether it was street trash, homeless, or a waste. These were some of the names she often heard from passerby’s. She closed her mind off to these words. After all, words didn’t hurt at all, being homeless was worse.
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
A girl runs from room to room in a deserted house. She’s looking for somewhere to hide, but all the rooms are empty. Her hands open and close, grasping at the air as she careers from wall to wall and stumbles through doors. She runs down narrow stairs into the basement. A fluorescent bulb hums and flickers, throwing shadows onto a crumbling brick wall and the concrete floor.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
March 18th, 2018. Today we are testing out my creation, the Gemini-Scout. My brother, Derrick Gonzalez, a miner, is going underground into his mine, and I will control the robot. The robot will go into the mine and find him. If all goes well, I could be rich! An engineer, Shawn Gonzalez wrote in his journal. He shut the book and stuffed in into his brown leather satchel. With one of his large hands, he flipped his long, dirty blonde hair. He stood up and walked over to his control station and put on the white headset. Shawn’s bright blue eyes met Derrick’s green ones. Shawn was average height, skinny, and had a big head. Unlike Shawn, Derrick was tall, and rather large.
“Lindsey, grab Hope and shelter yourselves in the living room closet,” my voice was low, although vehement. I ran to the door, the cacophonous sounds becoming nearly intolerable. They were here.
"It's raining again...Great" I mumbled, pulling my hoodie tighter around me. I set out walking as far from the orphanage for the day as my feet would carry me. Another day of dealing with the pains in my stomach and the pain in my head, from lack of sleep maybe...but the loud crying coming from the other children was also to blame. I knew they were crying for the same reason I would be leaving in a few days, the hunger and beatings had gotten far worse at the orphanage, when the funding had started to go dry 9 years ago. I had learned when I was young, the best thing to do was to leave in the morning when the cry's would start and only come home when I knew my own would not add to them.
attire stood up and with her little boy in tow, took a deep breath and
One of the most unique creatures are fish. As I am sitting here in my room, my fish are swimming about with not a care in the world. I wonder what it would feel like to be a fish.
The survival skills challenge was going to be as boring as watching grass grow. I was sitting next to my brother Tam which was not making the bus ride any more pleasant. I gave Tam a loathsome look and he retaliated with an odium stare. The bus was in worse condition than my mood. The processed scent of plastic seats, textured to look like real leather mixed with a tinge of exhaust fume was horrific. The heat in the school bus was always suffocating, coming from close quarters with over thirty kids. It was as noisy as Little Saigon Market. Everyone had stories to share accompanied by complicated hand gestures and occasional sound effects. The rays of the sun struggled to penetrate through the cracked windows streaked with grease and dirt. The windows specifically stood out due to the window tint that had been scraped off like paper. The teacher was pairing the students for the survival skills challenge. I crossed my fingers as tightly as my tie, hoping not to be