A Short Story : The Essay-A Story?

He came in without a word. I was stropping my best razor. And when I recognized him, I started to

top, excusing the act to himself by looking at his watch. It was nine o'clock. There was no sun nor hint of sun, though there was not a cloud in

The first thing he noticed was that it was even darker in there than outside. The dense foliage blocked out any light that could have come through by the moon and stars. Growls and rustling were the only way to know that he wasn’t the only living thing in this forest. He continued on, ignoring the pain in his leg, the pain in his heart. He continued on, until he reached the heart of the forest.

Having fun, he started to twists his arms in a circle causing the water to flow into his hands, and than it surrounded his body and formed armored suit.

The essence of rain became more prominent as the trees began to clash and crash against each other like drumsticks in the hands of a giant. All of a sudden, a turbulent roar drowned out all the boisterous cries of animals, followed closely by a dazzling fork of lightening. Soon enough, water was cascading from the heavens in a torrent of rain, teaming up with the howl of wind that weaved through the clattering oaks. Monkeys darted in and out of the treetops, trying to find the best place to take shelter. The raindrops fell heavily, hitting the trees with such force that many leaves had also began to flake

Eugene heads to Svyatopolko High School on his usual long, dreadful, hour long walk. Massive void-like clouds begin to congregate overhead and it begins to pour icy drops of what he can only hope to be water. The small drizzle soon transforms into a torrential downpour. Each drop of rain hits Eugene’s bare skin like a bullet

“This is too easy,” I mused aloud. “We just need to cross the bridge, hike up the ridge, then down into the valley.”

Four days passed without the ground or the scene changing much, except that behind them Weathertop slowly sank, and before them the distant mountain loomed a little nearer… At the end of the fifth day the ground began once more to rise slowly out of the wide shallow valley into which they had descended… Next day, early in the morning, they came down again to the borders of the Road… At once they went on again, hearing no sound but the water swirling against

He couldn't breathe. The whole world was closing in on him, suffocating him, choking him. He managed to whisper out the next few

and filled from one end to the other with rain, with the drum and gush of water, with the

I continued on, Alivyan, Bugo and Raerka following after me. We came upon a crater, one that I knew was here. “I would not advise you to go down, there is not much and the climb back up is unbearable,” I said.

Since when does water fall from the sky?" He muttered sarcastically as if he were finishing their conversation with himself in regret. Rain was unforeseeable to the antediluvian world. Instead, the ground was watered by water coming out of the earth. It explained why in today’s world water could be found underground. I glanced at Azazel. The blood in his cheeks showed now as he clenched his teeth together with anger and cursed the name of God repeatedly. His behavior was scaring me as I watched him nearly lose his mind. I turned away from him as it was too hard to watch and when I looked back I noticed the room was no longer in disarray. Tubal sat back at the desk across from Azazel and

A mother Not a mommy, mama, ma, or mom A name not so warm It’s plain and dry One not like the others Then flashes and flashes

Amber blades of grass crunched beneath their feet as the men marched through the seemingly endless valleys. Ace and Stanley had been walking for hours now and so far the only sign of life the two had seen was a small flock of birds that were desperately trying to fight their way through the thick, murky layers of fog that covered the now pink and orange swirled skies. Ace brushed his shaggy black hair out of his face, "We need to find somewhere to bed down." He said, shielding his eyes. "It's going to be dark soon."

Five days into his journey, and low on rations, whilst stepping down the cold wet path, with