Through the manner in which she runs reveals her sense of thinking. “She resembled, in her fierce pursuit of them, an infant pestilence, - the scarlett fever, or some such half-fledged angel of judgment, whose mission was to punish…
The burnt surround held something different this time; a once consuming flame which hungered for the breath of a tainted life force. The winds change, heading south over the peaks and brushing the tips of frosted tree tops in Bloodile’s Forest….”It’s dead Flee. They died that is it. I can’t bring them back” The young angelic voice took the others by surprise, Never had she taken the blame for their actions. “The last wish is alway the worst...ain’t it?”…
Its massive head was low to the ground, inching closer, nose slicking through the rapidly forming puddle of blood beneath her. Vaguely, she wondered if her time in the valley was over. She would never see her pack again- the wolves she had once fought to protect. Instead she would die in the dirt like a dog. All she knew was…
Proserpina has been trapped in the underworld for many months, King Pluto, the leader of this dark under world, Had been keeping Proserpina locked up in a miniature jail cell for many months. This jail cell was pitch black and was very dirty like it had never been cleaned before. Every day as Proserpina sat there day dreaming about her finally being able to see her mother Ceres, goddess of agriculture and one day being happy again. Proserpina’s mother always told her to never eat any of the delicious food or crops in King Pluto’s underworld because it can make her a slave or make a promise to him that she has to fulfill. Proserpina remembered this, and as every day went by she wouldn't except even one piece of delicious sweet smelling food that Pluto tried to present her with.…
The creature couldn't end in the open field. The prey glanced back three seconds fast. First second think about where the predator shall be, another second remind itself to keep on running, third second wondering where to go, to get away. The creature quick snaps its head forward, tripping, falling, into a bush. Thorns tear at his skin.…
Katherine’s face turns a sickening pale white, as the vile smell surrounds her. Her eyes are hot with tears, and her brow is layered with a shiny coating of sweat. She curses towards the sky, and then reality settles in. She knows the lions who attacked her could be nearby, and she must leave. As the lazy sun begins to sink below the horizon, Katherine carefully closes her friend’s soft brown eyes, and carries the weightless body towards her…
'Flex my own muscles? ' he though, letting the example of the dirt falling through his fingers settle to his core. "I think I understand, I just don 't know how she will react when I won 't listen to her. I 've always done whatever she asked of me." taking a kneeling position, the bangle around his wrist slips away into wisps of softened light. The light reformed into a small ball of light that Kizen reached out to grasp, his fingers hovering over it as it spun freely inches from his palm, picking up speed as more light is drawn from the environment.…
Lutena was strolling through the bushy terrain, when she heard a rustle among the trees. She started making her footsteps light, careful for an animal and quiet for an intruder. Then all of a sudden Jason jumped out with warning. “Look out!” he shouted.…
“Fear is inevitable, I have to accept that, but I cannot allow it to paralyze.” Fear is something that many people have trouble conquering, but the way to conquer fear is to address it face to face. Once fear is addressed, it is no longer able to take control of you. The Colonel wants to become president, but his aggressive personality causes fear in the people of the town, so he contacts Belisa, then Belisa helps the colonel eventually changing his personality drastically. Transformation and transcendence differ from each other in one specific way, transcending is transforming, but it means to transform above and beyond the expectation.…
I was under a charm as I struggled against it. Snout opened his mouth to talk but his voice wasn’t as deep and welcoming,instead it was the screeching of Mother Malkin. She called for me, her voice sending a chill down my spine. When I was five feet away, I realised Snout was waiting with his huge curved knife,the one that he killed pigs with. Getting closer, I closed my eyes when I heard a thud, like a blunt axe hitting wood and a huge grunt.…
The warm spice of autumn pirouetted through the air as he prowled around, searching for perfection. Then he found it. She was exquisite; with legs longer than the Nile, more curves than Lombard Street, and eyes swimming with sin, her carnal magnetism left his nerves raw and his body aching with desire. His breath hitched and his legs buckled as she sauntered towards him. He took a tentative step forward, thick tension saturating the atmosphere as she tilted her head and affirmed his desire with a nod.…
Thura stood at the end of the great jagged chasm. The young orc’s powerful hand instinctively tightened on the ax as she sought in vain a way across. Thick and muscular of limb and torso, the orc was a skilled fighter despite barely being of adult years. Yet now her broad, rough-hewn features twisted into something more childlike, more fearful, as she ran back and forth without success in her search. Her wide, tusked mouth frowned.…
Chapter Twenty-Five All Paths Eventually Cross It was a night of tossing and turning and awful dreams, spent much as I’d spent most of my evenings in Ann tar: being drowned by a bunch of nightmarish sea witches. By morning I was worn out. My limbs felt sore and stiff as wood, my head groggy. I might have felt better if I hadn’t slept at all.…
By Ava Harbour * My name is Elliot Hall and I was framed for murder* November 18, 2015. It was a usual fall evening, 5:00 PM to be exact, a salty smell of the ocean below. The slight breeze blowing through my light blue curtains puts an exciting feeling in the air .…
The True Story of Ella As she walked down the dirty path in the woods, she kept looking behind her, with a sense that she was being followed. The sky was dark with only the moon to guide her. The only sounds that could be heard were the soft hoots of an owl and the hints of music from the festival. The girl clutched her bag even tighter as she walked down the road. ***** When Ella was born, she was raised to be a wonderful child, who was kind and courageous.…