Analysis Of Dempster 10 - Original Writing

“Oh no,” whispered mother with her handed across her mouth. “What are we going to do?”

He leans forward, sticking his head inside. He hears the screeching sounds the birds are making that are flying above the field. A blinding yellowish light shines on his face. He takes a moment, blinking his eyes continuously. His eyes are very sensitive to the light. He slides them to his right and to his left. They land on Annabelle, who is standing by a tree with an angelic smile display on her heart-shape face. “Are you coming, Gawin?” she speaks, waving at him to follow her.

We were getting tired, so we found a clump of trees where we could rest and keep an eye on the green, dew covered fields around us. After we had rested a while, we decided we would continue to hike deeper into the canyon.

“You used adrenaline,” stated the mother, her hoarse voice crackled. She glided her hand across her eldest daughter causing her eyes water, “Then I guess it's time.”

Fianna nervously pushed several loose strands of hair behind her ears and surveyed the shadowy forest. Goose bumps popped out on her forearms, sending pinpricks of pain to her fingertips. “Do you think I should tell Mom that this place isn’t as innocuous as it seems?”

"Quickly get dressed, run to the basement and wait there with your brother. Your father and I shall be down there any moment. " Maria, her mother, shook her forcefully. Her voice filled with anxiety and fear. Her body tense with shock. Zofia

Gonzales reappeared. “What your husband says is the same as what you say. You are being sneaky with me.”

He follows her eyes and points through the trees where a furry tail snakes around a skinny white trunk before it disappears. The plan is not an elaborate

I feel the earth vibrate beneath my feet. I look at my village, still visible through my hot breath making clouds in the crisp air. Several large...creatures are stomping around and going into houses, some people are running and screaming. Maxine calmly gets up from the small stone bench and grabs my hand. "Max... there's no where we can go..."

The closer I got the more the forest seemed to swallow me though. There was no longer any sound of crickets that I could hear, or the hoots of owls, not even the unrelenting creaking of the forest’s swaying branches. All of it been snuffed out by my beating heart’s resonance echoing throughout my ear drums. I could feel something though. I could feel that the temperature was dropping yet again, which gave me a sense that I was getting

“I don’t know,” I said, standing up, my legs shaky as I looked around the room.

“Follow me and stay close. We’re taking a shortcut.” Merlin explained. Twigs and dead leaves from the previous seasons from many years ago, crunched and snapped under the horse’s hooves. Amelia and Alli looked at the newly revived earth in wonder, for once the trees were no longer barren, the muddied earth had once again grown lush green grass. The air smelled fresher and for the first time in decades people could finally see the sun, it was no longer blocked by a thick everlasting blanket of grey smog, and people could once again grow crops and live as they once did before the horrible incident. And for the young who hadn’t ever seen green on trees or couldn’t remember if they had, could finally look outside their window and see what the world was like before.

Marcus did as Jade instructed and stood still for a minute before swaying back and forth just as the sapling was. He opened his eyes and grinned. “I felt it!”

“Stop… please don’t hurt my mom I’m begging you.” My head facing the ground as I shook with fear.

I gazed up at the mountain now drenched in light red and squinted, trying to keep my eyes open, as the bright sharp light burnt into my eyes. Struggling to keep my eyes open, I finally closed them unable to the pain any longer; I wiped my watery eyes and thought where Samneric’s fire was? There was a rumble inside me, and I looked hopefully at the jungle wondering if I could find Samneric’s fire as well as something to eat. In the morning light the jungle seemed like an old and tattered rug chewed to bits by moths, yet despite this the jungle and the whole island was beautiful shining in the sun’s warmth. I kept on walking as the jungle beckoned me calling me with its beauty. As I passed between the trees, the canopy overhead plunged me into velvet darkness. The only source of light was from the small gaps in the shell of overlapping leaves, where the sun glistened through. Moss and lichen covered the ground in abundance, thriving in this humid atmosphere, and feeding on the eerie green light that managed to penetrate through the ceiling of emerald leaves. The strange green shade and the various knotted pillars made it impossible to see for great distances or to walk about freely.