Chapter Two - Original Writing

Nothing I did worked. His skin, so close, so warm against my own, did it distract me? Was that it? I had done my best to free myself from the darkness he had encompassed around me, but my efforts did next to nothing in getting him away. He evaded it all. I was floundering amidst my own failure, but he was still there, still overshadowing me.

I’ve been told that in any form of darkness, one must find the light that leads to victory. The floor creaks across the hall as someone or something is roaming with no desired destination. A bright yellow beam of light comes on only to be extinguished five minutes later. The halls get louder with the thunderous footsteps of the darkness. “Thunk, thunk...thunk, thunk” my heart beats against my chest with the stillness of the creature I see before me. Quivering with fear in my bed I say, “Sam, is that you?” At that moment, I felt as though my heart froze in agony and shattered into fifty-one pieces of aged glass. The room turned seventy-five degrees below zero as this dark figure slowly approached my bed. Running was not an option, my arms felt constrained

Screams. That’s all I could hear. I didn’t notice until someone pulled me down and clapped a hand over my mouth, that those screams were mine. Someone spun me around, and I found myself looking into the eyes of my best friend.

“I'm fine mom, Just a little cut from that girl exploding,” I reassured her, as she stopped in her tracks to look at me confused.

Xion emerged from the dark portal into an alley. 'It's super quiet...' Wasking out of the alley, she found day that the main square outside of the Collisuem was empty. 'Where is everyone?' She wondered.

In Chapter one: The Process of Writing covers many key concepts. These concepts include being aware of our subject, purpose, audience, genre, and length. Chapter one tells us that when writing we should be aware of our requirements. Requirements helps us get a better rundown on what is expected. This includes knowing what’s needed for the length, subject, deadline, etc. It states we should write more about our interests unless we’re given a specific subject. We should always try to narrow our subject to a question. By doing this helps us stay more organized when writing, it keeps us from getting off track. It states we should know our purpose when it comes to writing. If we know our purpose we’ll know what direction to take it in. We’ll know

“Hi Mama,” I mumbled out with my face straight into a pillow, “how are you?”

The wind howled against the window as the darkness enveloped the night. Todrick swirled the emerald colored serum in the little vial he had created. He held it up against the dim light and admired what had taken him two years of formulating and planning. He caressed the vial as he dedicated most of his time to creating this formula for a creature he has fantasized about. He placed the vial in a brown box that he then locked with a lock and key. He fell asleep comforted knowing that after hours of hard labor he finally finished what he started, even without the knowledge that it would work.

She was intent on her path and hadn’t seen him. Hans pulled back into the side of the cliff wall where the tunnel to the Great Hall had been laid open. He timed his entrance back into the caverns with the shutting-off of his shield and prepared to assault the woman by hand. He’d not risk an exchange of null energy, but the risk of hand-to-hand was certainly just as fatal. He’d have one chance at landing a single blow to take her alive. If she made it past him and deeper into the complex, she would be killed by gate defences.

“ Oh hurry hurry she is on the beach now, and you still must do your hair. Hurry up, hurry up.” exclaimed Mrs. Beaver.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold out against these guys!” Alec exclaimed as he fired another arrow at an oncoming circle member.

In all fairness, Lance had asked Shiro to spar with him, so his current condition was to be expected, though certainly not wanted.

The mist swirled more thickly, collecting right in front of me and around the table with the pickled monster-part jars. Suddenly there was a man sitting around the table, performing magic tricks. His face became clearer. It was Baden.

“Thank you all for coming here today,” she said reluctantly. Her mom and dad always told her to be nice, and for some reason, this came not so naturally. “I figured that you all had questions about the not-so-recent event that has happened to me. As you all know, I was the victim of a kidnapping, and I am sure that you all have questions. So I have gathered you here so I can answer any questions you may have about this event.” She looked over at Preston and Linda who both gave her an approving smile. She looked back at the reporters, “So what are some of your guy’s questions?”

The mist swirled more thickly, collecting right in front of me and around the table covered in magic tricks. Suddenly a man in a gray suit was sitting at the table pulling a rabbit out of a hat. His face became clearer. It was Simon.