A Short Story : A Story?

He swished the sword through the air and said, “This is a most interesting weapon, it is thin and light, yet seems to be unbreakable. I think I'll slice you to pieces with it Angelica, and then I'll keep your head as a souvenir. These other two, I will find other uses for.”

Macbeth is a famous play written by William Shakespeare that was first performed in April of 1611 according to records (KingLear.org). The play revolves around the main character Macbeth and his bloody deeds in order to fulfill the prophecy told to him by three witches. Macbeth was told that he would become King of Scotland. This causes the first conflict in the play to arise. Macbeth must decide if he shall let fate and time crown him king, or if he should kill King Duncan on his own in order to fulfill the prophecy sooner.

Mace growled and brought his giant weapon up, swung it, once, twice, and then smashed it down into the table next to the stranger's. Wood splinters flew out in every direction. A twisted look passed over the stranger's shadowed face as Mace started his second swing. And in one smooth movement, the stranger stood, his cape whirling back from the great weapon that Gasparro had noted earlier, and smashed the mace out of it's path with a single swing of the largest sword Gasparro had ever seen.

I fucking hate you!” he screamed into the black, empty night. He could no longer see a damn thing and he couldn’t get a fire going. “Why me, damn it?”

The chief made a face and pointed. “Over there... on that pile of rubbish, guv’na. We were just about to cast them into the fire.”

“Yes, it is. I’m giving it to you.” I took the sword from him. It felt unreasonably heavy. “This cannot, under any circumstances, fall into the enemy’s hands. Do you know why?” I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I completely understood. I had been told about this sword, one that had been passed down through our family for generations, and that it had two identical sibling swords. One of these belonged to the elves, and one to the wizards. It was a powerful sword, and the one who bore such a sword could only be killed by one of the other two. That was as far as my knowledge reached.

“I don’t know, first I was with my wife and son… and now I’m fighting men, with these strange weapons.” said Jason.

Should Juveniles be waived to adult court Philosophy 14 Nov 98 Should juveniles be waived to adult court. There has been tension between teens (pre-teens) and adults for thousands of years, and the question how to deal with the youth of a culture, in a punishment sense, has been with us for just as long. Socrates, for example, stated that "children show little respect for there elders." Since Socrates time largely due to the spread of guns and drugs, younger and younger children are committing violent crimes. Children that have special needs or have committed a criminal act have been subject to state protection since, 1838. The first juvenile court was established in Chicago in 1890. The assumption, that was made

While sitting outside on a log near the stream, the three children was enjoying the nice beautiful weather and their names were Trey, Tyson and Kareem. When sitting in the woods, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, the bugs were flying and the children are sitting on the log telling jokes to each other. Tyson laughed so hard that he fell off the log it was quite when the boy fell off then all you your heard were loud laughter from all three of the boys. Then all of a sudden, Tyson looked up and seen something strange flew over him and his friends heads. Tyson sat up and looked at Trey and Kareem and said “Did y’all see that strange thing flying in the air?” “NO”, replied Trey and Kareem.

Justin Ysunza Mrs. Hawkins English 101 2/21/2016 Although film-watchers might assume Night of the Living Dead is merely a tasteless, blood and gore horror film filled with zombies, its intent is much deeper than inciting fear. This film’s symbolism and its characters are placed in the context of the Vietnam War and 1960s American society dealing with racism and violence during The Civil Rights Movement. The symbols in Night of the Living Dead remind viewers of the Vietnam War and the film uses these symbols to condemn that conflict. Night of the Living Dead was filmed in black and white, which bear a resemblance to the Vietnam War footage that most Americans would watch on the news as they settled in for the evening.

The young visitor not knowing what to do grabbed a bat and hit the drunk man across the back of the head. Grabbing everything in a hurried manner the young boy ran into the vehicle, whenever they pulled out of the driveway the father came out still drunk with a gun. They quickly tried to pull out of the driveway but the mother put the car in drive running the husband over. Not know what to do we grabbed the dead corpse and threw him in the basement. The sister now knowing what the father was holding pointed the vicious weapon into her face. The young man running and screaming at the little sister to put the gun down heard a boom and the little girl's life was

“A king you would seem I said, said did I not?” The Creature cackled, the other Voices laughing all around him. The Voices dissipated just like that, their Voices left echoing in the hallway. Mack was now alone, the darkness shadowing his face and twisting it into something gruesome and cruel. He stood up and sauntered to the staff doors, pushing hair off his face with a dangerous smirk stretching his

A computerized voice said “Hello Jo Lucas, would you like to spin the weapon wheel we said yes and a wheel full of weapons popped out we spun it and a three-D printer printed a samurai sword right up front of all of us we realized what we had discovered Jo Lucas was planning to kill us! I kept my wits and by kept my wits, I mean crawled into a ball a cried, holding a samurai sword but, then I realised something we had everything Jo Lucas had and then we had strength in

Two weeks had passed the police force couldn’t figure out who had killed the man, especially since there was no body to work with. Going back into the crime scene I counted all the people on the wall. The same amount on the wall was the same amount of clients we had plus one. Just then I heard a high pitched scream and watched a great big x appear in blood on a charcoaled person. I knew immediately what had happened.

Her lips were numb when she pulled away, but the ache in her chest remained. Her body shivered and for once it wasn’t from being close to Theo. The house had cooled several degrees and she felt the cold.