Creative Writing: Alpha Zero

When he finished his breakfast he decided it was time to get rid of the body. As he was heading to the general’s room he got lost like as if he was lost in a maze. Soon he found his way there.

I wrap my scarf around my neck and reach down to lace up my boots. Careful not to drop my cross body bag as it swings down, I stand up straight and walk out the door. As I lock the front door behind me, I inhale a deep breath. This is my favorite time of year. The air is brisk, yet the sun is warm on my skin. I begin my walk to work since my car officially died yesterday. This is the third time this month, but I don’t really mind. I love walking when the weather is like this. The sounds of leaves crunching beneath my feet sounds like music.

He looked over to his right and saw a group of prisoners screaming at him, begging him to run towards them to complete the plan. Running to them meant freedom, but before he could move a muscle, he heard someone in the distance screaming his name. Closing his eyes and covering his ears would’ve been a good fantasy, but confronting

The shock that the prisoner had received is indescribable. From living in a dark cave and looking at shadows telling stories to seeing fire and statues and now going out to the real world. The prisoner had no one with him and life was really hard for him in this "real world" because his mind was sill very narrow minded from being in a cave his whole life. Since he was never really used to looking at light, his eyes had to get used to looking at the light of day. The light of day was very different from the light of the fire that the prisoner experienced in the cave.

"Allegory of the Cave" Review Questions An allegory is a story, poem, or picture that can be interpreted to reveal a hidden meaning, typically a moral or political one. Plato is said to have placed his mentor, Socrates, in his place in the story. Therefore, Plato is having a discussion wit one of his fellows known as Glaucon.

When he leaves the hideout the next day (well, in the next few hours, he supposes), there's a subdued sort of terror creeping first into the dark parts of the city. The fear grows silently, quickly, and engulfs everything, especially noise, within the hour.

He turns around to get a look of the area he had inadvertently placed himself in and is met with the sickening sight of a prison. As far back as he can see and stretching just as high there are cells brimming with prisoners. The ones he can see are blooded, bruised, and obviously emaciated. Many look like they had to have been here since before all of this began, look as if

Instead of taking to painting the Beta Bridge myself, I would be considerate of my classmates and slip an art student a $20 to paint the bridge for me. It’s not necessary that my half-legible cursive scrawl be enlarged for all to see.

Edward slowly stalked out of the dark, dusty cell. A guard lay motionless next to the open door, his throat slit and his face drained of color. He had been trapped in the tiny room for months and he was finally free. He inhaled deeply, taking in the ancient, musty air. The corridor that contained his cell was dark, damp, and humid. There were streaks of red along the walls, most likely due to the massive iron deposits above his underground prison. Edward took all of this in as he crept through the unlit hallway, a small, jagged piece of bloody glass in hand.

Days before, he had found an injured frog in the forest. When he picked up the frog, he felt a vibrating pain flowing from his hands to the frog. He then decided to try to help the frog by amputating the injured leg. However, when he tried to cut it, he felt a surge in his hands and was left weakened. The frog hopped away, healed.

The walls were a simple shade of something that reminded her faintly of a skintone, tan and light at the same time, if that makes any sense at all. It stayed the same color all the way to the ceiling and the floors, and those were a lighter shade of brown. The trim was a very dark shade of the floor and ceiling, and it went all the way around without stopping, except for the bottom trim that stopped at the black door in front of them.

Richard awakened with a sudden halt. His nose was immediately harassed by a number of unknown smells. Had they arrived? Was this it?

Two years later, the clan made him a representative to the tribe’s council. He struggled at first, but was able to manage to ask another tribe to send big horns to supplement lack of farming land. Tung’s fame grew and when it came time for the auditions to become the bodyguards of Princess Talitha, The Big Wolf tribe nominated him to be part of the delegation.

He hd finished up the burring and eft those prisoners alone in an enclosed space in a coffin full of people.

His face went red with acrimony and he pointed at his henchmen. They started to get lighters and hammers out of their jeeps, and the next thing I saw was abominable. They were lighting fires in our tents, ripping up our research, and crushing Dr.Blainey’s computer.