Abysmal Creature Monologue

I crouch down and follow the foot track, squinting as the night goes on and the world becomes darker. I here a snap and turn around to see Ralph. He laughed and puts his hands in surrender. “I’m not such a excellent hider am I?” he walks up to me, but my adrenaline is still running and I pounce on him, causing him to release his hunting knife

After about 100 paces he out of the corner of his eye he saw a ancient dusty book lying on ozmic pilar he sprinted as fast as a cheetah to the ancient book because that dusty old book had all of the elder races knowledge and flipped through the book until he the page the page that talked about the black magic he found this “black magic is the 2nd powerful magic of the three.Next he found the page on the Heitidome it protects the user or object from outside forces the only way to break it is to block out all fears and concentrate on stepping through it.Also never jump into the pulsing red light because you will be obliterated so just don't do it have a good day. So Elgrin concentrated and concentrated until he finally blocked out all fears and walked right through the Heitidome spell one of the most advanced enhancements known to new earth. When Elgrin got through the wall of darkness he saw the protector of the tenebris stone or the stone of darkness. Suddenly the protector shot up into the dotted night sky then came shooting down like an Asteroid which shook the lands for miles and shot Elgrin up into the sky. While he was falling the protector slashed at him and barely missed his head. When he finally reach the ground he fired six rapid arrows from his bow but they all bounced off the protector's armor. So this pattern repeated again and again he saw out of

I stood up and gazed at my gloomy, gray surroundings. I seemed to be in a cavern with a massive roof. Wobbling slightly, I started to assess my surroundings. I couldn’t find my knife, or anything else for that matter. My clothes were ripped and torn, and my arms and face were scratched from the fall. I had no idea where I was,

He ducked as I slid my sword across the air. The magnificent beast I was welding was begging to slice into someone and drink their iron rich blood. The Willowan man is twice the size of me and much stronger, but I am much more fast and nimble. He attacks me, aiming for me left side. I step aside and slash my sword through his last rib. His face turns blank and he falls to his knees. As I walk away I hear his blood gurgle in his mouth. He was wrong to think that he could possibly beat me.

Have you ever had a father that swallowed you whole along with your other siblings? Cronus a titan, was that father he was part a big family, he died for eating his kids and he has different things that represent him. Titans back in the day were the first to live before the Olympians.

I look at the wooden door opposite of me, I walked towards it and pulled the iron door handle and walked towards the dark abyss before me as I once again head out to challenge the

“Oh crap.” I say with frustration, but as I look up I am shocked at what I see. There on the ground about 40 feet away is one thoroughly pissed off vampire struggling to pull the claw out of his chest. “Fuck me, it works.” I shout with an enthusiasm I know he does not share. Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time, I almost feel bad for him.

I listened to the weapon’s high pitched tone lessen as it discharged behind me. It didn’t take long before I heard the familiar beep notifying me that the weapon was harmless once again. From what was standing before me in my doorway (at that particular moment), I was happy one part of my body could still function. although, breathing was necessary, what was between my ears was what had more importance for now. What was standing in front of me had instantly froze my feet in place, had widened my eyes as far as they could go, and stopped my heart. I didn’t know what to say, let alone what to do.

Forward the axe flew like lightning through the air, it’s spinning vortex leering at me as it seeks to cull my life. I raise my shield, a thundering THOOM! echoing across the battle as the axe sinks it’s teeth into the bulwark of my defense. I step forward my arm of sixty seven years wielding my broadsword like one would hold a lover’s hand and then the hymn of Asgard fills my soul. The gods accept my victory as they have many times before. My foe falls to my feet, life-less in this realm, but more alive than he ever has been in another. I am Vunrdum, warrior elite to Jarl Tyrnarion and legend for shield and blade. All my life I have fought, I have stood upon the ruins of the Paris wall. I have taken a life from all of the kingdoms

When I almost reached the door, I felt something at my foot, a broken hourglass, that had ran out of sand. Shaking and suddenly bursting into a cold sweat, I furiously jammed the key in. It felt like an eternity, but finally I succeeded. Pushing the door open, and wiping a faceful of sweat from my face, I felt this wave of aromas crash over me. Putting the key in my pocket(FORESHADOWING) and then entering the cellar I tried to calm down. I tried to look for the cask of Amontillado that I bought several weeks ago. There were millions of wines in that cellar (HYPERBOLE). But at last I found it. It felt, lighter, and after opening it I realised that it was empty. I wasn’t enraged, just tired. I made my way to the door, suddenly feeling drowsy. Then I became a little bit nauseous and shaky. Looking into the darkness, I saw, darkness. So I picked up my dying torch and put it up and almost yelled “Who’s there?”. There was no reply but a figure seemed to appear in the darkness. It was carrying a scythe and it started towards me. I fell back, and was caught by the wall, slamming my head against it and dropping my torch. The figure whispered in the dark, “Free the fortunate one, for be warned fate will find

But they don’t look like the first thing, they look sticky wet and tired-how I felt after I got out of that thing. One of them is brown, not like me or the other thing. I’m looking around to be pleased that most of the giant creatures are gone although there still is one, the tallest one hanging around. Hes furryer than the others. I think he might be the dominant one. One of them's walking through this thing, entering the room, it’s charging towards me! I fall in terror as it speaks an unknown language, tapping at the glass of the thing i’m prisoned in. I try walking away from the creature but it seems like the more I walk around the more excited it gets. More creatures charge in stareing and tapping, I feel more and more intimidated as more come, all squealing and staring. Some have more hair than others. The tall one comes closer, he has a deeper voice than the others, not so high pitched. He says something and immediately all the smaller creatures

Nick Carraway, the storyteller of The Great Gatsby, has created a story to show The Great Gatsby is a story told by Nick Carraway, who was once Gatsby's neighbor, and is here to tell us that he tells the story sometime after 1922 sometime, when the incidents that fill the book take place. As the story opens and shows the dramatic changes throughout the story line. Nick has just moved from the Midwest to West Egg, Long Island, seeking his fortune as a bond salesman and to get his love from Daisy but, does that truly work? Do he actually get his love with Daisy and get the chance to be with her?

The sound of blades colliding echoes through the dark caverns. Monstrous shrieks of pain and deafening battle cries all combine to create the sound of the battle. A lone adventurer stands stalwart in the face of evil, parrying blows and returning with lightning speed to end even the stoutest of enemies. He continues to fight even though he is clearly outnumbered. His valiant hold of his position forges fear in the very souls of some of his opponents, but not all are so easily disheartened. The forces of darkness continued to rise against the single man, and he fought as hard as he could and it seemed he could go on forever. Suddenly he is struck from behind, and while not falling there, he is severely weakened. Severing

There was once a Television show name “Berretta” and the show theme song said do not do crime if you cannot do the time. That is a true saying, one that should be on every criminal mind why they are committing a crime. Sentencing a criminal for crimes for which they have been convicted of is their due punishment according to the severity of the crime committed. The Courts have for centuries punished criminals according to the belief of the society in which the crime was committed.

It was a dark and gloomy night as I looked over the boiling water and into the sky. It hadn’t changed, no matter the actions I took, nor the response I received. The sky still remained bleak, and so did the protection of the boiling lake that secured my hidden cave. The surrounding forest made no noise, which was very unusual. Normally, the bats are out finding their next meal, or the calls of owls would drift through the silence. However, tonight the air was dry, lacking any quality. It was unnerving. Quietly, I snuck off towards the barracks of the near by kingdom that threatens my mere existence. Every night I’ve managed to sneak down and inevitably terrorize their little village. Only at night, when they least expect it, will I feast upon