Banshee

prompt below the list by telling a story using Google Docs. then post it in the comment section. Work irony into your story. Remember, there are examples of ironic situations in Google Classroom. List 1 Vampire Ninja Zombie Pirate Mummy Clown Banshee Wraith List 2 porcupine armadillo pig goat lobster possum shark moray eel Writing prompt to continue: Tell this story: “Well, we thought it was going to be a regular summer doing all our regular things unitl we met a ...." Tyler MielkeMay…

“What to write, what to write, what to write,” I thought out loud, “Short story ideas are harder than I thought!” We had commenced our short story unit in English. I was striving to come up with some ideas sitting on a stump along the primordial trail. Vines engulfed the forest in a corybantic scheme, encasing it in a velvety film of nature. Scintillating and radiant wildflowers grew along these vines, with butterflies of every discrepancy ravenously fluttering along these flowers. Deers crooned…

The use of juxtaposition also is used to build tension by Hill. Words such as “banshee”, “ash” and “collapsed” these kind of images are juxtaposed to the christmas scene with descriptions such as “cheerfully” and “sparkle.” In my piece I gave a sound image “the wind whistles an anonymous tune,” which adds tension by giving the fact…

Wednesday, February 16, 1777, Exactly 100 years later from the hanging of the witches…. It's cold, ice covering the ground, dead grass, gray skies, dead trees, all for except the weeping willow. Yes, the weeping willow that grew right where the 4 witches had been buried, 100 years ago, the weeping willow is still alive!! They’ve invented a sport, called “football”. Really weird sport. In The Field, which is now the football field. They just recently built a school. It is said that, near by…

Transformations of the Morrigan: Dark Goddess to Great Queen Any precursory search will reveal that The Morrigan can be a paradoxical figure and the truth about her may not be easily uncovered. She is a goddess steeped in myth, history, and contradictions and one must unravel these questions and fit the remaining pieces together in a cultural context to gain a true understanding of her nature and position. At various times she has been seen as a beautiful maiden, a faery queen, a…

The last vestiges of fall had passed and only brown, shriveled leaves remained on the sidewalk. Trees appeared naked, shivering without their blanket of color. Cold air blew through their skinny, lifeless branches, tossing the trees around as though they were mere sticks rather than giants. She shuddered as the chilly wind kissed her brow, leaving a wretched disease of ice and sorrow in its wake. Within this wintry prison there was no joy, there was no warmth, and, above all, there was no…

Mirabella POV “Turn that light off!” I scream at my little brother Mason, while covering my head with my pillow. “Mom says to get your butt out bed now or else she will come up here and kick it for you,” he screeches like the little banshee he is and runs out of the room. I groan in disgust and let myself fall out of bed onto the floor, my muscles not bothering to cooperate. But I digress and continue getting ready for the day. My black hair goes up into a bun, jeans are thrown on, and a…

you have a sword and scabbard dedicated to Her, tonight you work with the healing scabbard. If you have a clear quartz ball, tonight She will reveal Herself to you within the crystal. Waning Moon Morrigan is a Warrior Goddess, a battle raven, a banshee, and Washer of Shrouds. This is a good time to ask Her for courage, fortitude, and strength in your battles, and for protection against adversaries. She can be invoked in banishing, binding, and cursing rituals. Use fire to invoke Her during…

an olive color, but it looked as if he was nearly white. Sometimes my father reminded me of the vampires. The only thing I remember about my mother is her laugh. It was light and sweet, and reminded me of candy, but my dad’s laugh was as bad as a banshee laugh. It was deep, low, and reminded me of death. My sister and I were four years old when the war started, and we were forced away from each other. Every night I read the letter once…