A Survivor's Short Story: Offworlder

The walls became yet wetter and more slimy and the jagged rocks bit deeper into his writhing limbs. Foot after foot Orloff propelled himself along this narrow, sloping path. His breath came in short gasps, while the darkness seemed to become ever more intense. For one moment he paused, an agonizing fear shooting through him. He realized that it would be impossible for him ever to ascend that sloping passage to regain his cell. A cold shiver ran down his spine. Then, he clenched his teeth and propelled himself forward with the superhuman strength of despair.

I found this passage interesting because it left me thinking and analyzing it for some time. I didn’t quite understand it at first, especially the screaming part. Initially I thought it was the prisoner's form of suicide, but after a while I realized that it was only after he stared at his reflection for a couple seconds, that he let out the blood curdling scream. This lead me to conclude, that the man yelled out of shock and fear because he no longer recognized himself. When we

A beam of early morning sunlight played on his face. He turned and scooted to another part of the bed in order to avoid waking. Within a few minutes the beam of sunlight had caught up with him again and was shining again directly on his eyelids. He lay there, his head in a fog, rubbed his eyes and stared at the white plastered walls trying to determine where he was and even who he was. The brightness of the room overwhelmed him with a fierce intensity. It was a few minutes before his eyes became accustomed to the light. He entertained his semi-waking mind by tracing patterns of the earthy colors on the tapestry that hung on the wall facing him. He rubbed his hands slowly on the bedsheet, felt a smoothness and said to himself, "This

They all charged towards the house and ran straight to the general’s bedroom. The prisoners stood surrounding his bed. The general sensed them and woke suddenly in fear. “No! Please don’t hurt me! I’ll give you…” It was at this moment that they attacked him. Full of anger, they took turns driving their stakes into his body. They wanted to give him exactly what he deserved.

Notes: Another survivor, Jill Leighton discloses information about her life trapped as a sex slave. Bruce, the charming stranger, prostituted Jill as his slave for three years. This personal narrative conveys explicit details of the ruthless abuse, as well as the horrid living conditions.

"Good boy" Aomine said as he dismounted of the 17hh cremello stallion, not to far off in the bushes something groaned Aomine swivelled around and stalked towards the general area of where he heard the groan,pushing the branches aside he came into contact with some red hair, the strangers' eyes fluttered agape only to come into contact with two incandescent analysing navy orbs of a dark skinned man, snarling in the others face he shuffled backwards only to grimace in excruciating agony.

Livia tried not to put any thoughts toward her husband's new acquisition. The dark haired man fought like a caged animal and seemed always at the ready to lunge for anyone's throat, with a quiet sort of anger that was hard to detect. She was a bit frightened of him to be sure yet she also was... curious. Where did one find such a creature, thrown into the Abyss and pulled back a changed man? She never asked of the men and women her husband found in the market when they arrived in their service, aside from a few of the body slaves who she became close with.

He lay crumpled in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, enmeshed in his garments, blood, and darkness. Only the purplish light created by each resounding boom of thunder cast light upon his hunched body. Thoughts rebounded back and forth in the skull of Brother Malcolm: “Agh, the agony I declare, the outjutting bone of my spine spars into the harsh rocky floor.”

In the gates of Dimensions looking at the three paths where the eternity Stones lie where the defeat of the old lies but they are guarded by the ancient protectors of time. Elgrin stood frozen remembering his professor. Professor knight once told him the “The wars all started when the stones were made” then Oynix said, hurry up now the gate of dimensions is closing in two minutes. Besides,Elgrin, the orcs are coming and I don't feel like wasting my energy fighting them. I here you loud and clear said Elgrin. As soon as Elgrin the elf mage and Oynix the shape shifter, stepped through the gate all noise and light vanished it was as if the world was covered by a curtain for hours they wait for the curtain to be lifted out of the blue the noise

Ordell was known for his amazing voice that had the ability to light up a room. However, this story takes a fateful turn once Ordell finds out that Eury has crashed into “Hell” and is most likely captured. Ordell chooses to go and pursue his one and true love Eury, Hartwell’s idea of “Intellect over Irrationality” is portrayed in this decision making. Ordell chose to run off to “Hell” which shows irrationally rather than rational through thought and intelligence. Arriving at “Hell” and being greeted by “Berserkers” Ordell

The date was 2035 and in space far away there was a purple and red Mothership. Aliens work here building robots. These robots are sent across the galaxy to different planets. There they are to study any life forms that may exist. Right now they are making two new subjects known as Devotion 1325 and his brother Jorge 1324 who were built and sent down to Earth. Dave is skinny and tall and is green and orange. Jorge is blue and red and small but strong. They are now getting ready so they may leave their room and board a rocket. The rocket will send them to Earth. “Are you excited to finally go to Earth after all our training and programing brother” asks Daveotron. “It's going to be so fun and beautiful” replies Jorge.

“Okay I may have met the man before.” he joked, struggling to chuckle with the sharp piece of metal digging into his flesh. Without a word, the ebony haired woman directed him towards the front of the bar. As they trod, the man’s lips parted, “Hun, mind telling me who order this bounty on me?” halting where they stood, she dragged the blade along his

“The wander chased the birds away with his cudgel and inspected the human remnants. Significant portions were missing. There was an arrow through the skull, protruding at the back of the neck. The old man looked nervously around at the brush. There was no one is sign, but there were plenty of footprints

“You knights and the king’ll stop this Morgane and her men, won’t you?” she asked Perceval as she packed. “Everyone’s right terrified. And it’s not just them! One of my girls saw those men from the Highlands… scary looking dressed in furs and with drawing on their bodies.”

Standing in the center of a larger arena was a young youth whose faith was in the balances. Spectators raise steely on all sides directly in front of him awaiting his death. In front of him was two massive doors behind one were life and bliss, behind another lies a man-eating beast.