Creative Writing: Amaimon Sniper

The forest had gone.... and the Witch looked much younger. Audette opened her eyes and had found herself upon a brow of white lilies. The shape of the shrouded old woman seemed changed. Having turned around, and opened her mantle to the tearing gusts, Meliza revealed to the young lady two streams of shinging blackness and smooth white flesh. Audette stopped in her tracks.

"The Sniper" places a strong emphasis on the evils of war, and yet paints a vivid image of mankind's qualities and their society. Employing the technique of describing one particular sniper to symbolise a general subject, readers are able to gain a deep insight into the evils of war. In this story, the assembly of setting, contrasting characters and themes of fanaticism and division of loyalties are vital to conveying the horror of war. On the other hand, "The Sniper" also discusses the power of war, depicting it as the decider of life and death for men. Its force is further emphasised when neighbours are turned into enemies under war's influence.

Samael's eyes too filled with tears, but they weren't tears of sadness or even pain, but of joy. He smiled widely, a trembling hand lifting to gently caress Amaimon's cheek, brushing away his own tears. He knew it must have surprised his brother, especially considering the way he cried so suddenly. He could see an immeasurable amount of guilt in his mate's gaze and he knew it tore him asunder. It hurt, it did, but it didn't matter, being with Amaimon like this mattered. Over The last few months together Samael had learned once again how to read his brother's emotions easily and he knew just by looking up at him and that guilt that just as he had the earth King had imagined this. He'd thought of this too, but slower, gently, just like the time

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

Hot tears spilled down Amaimon's cheeks, hot blood down his back. As he leaned forward he felt a distinct, painful burning on his stomach. He hissed in anguish, his skin sizzling and peeling away. He pulled back for a moment, brushing away the holy water he had forgotten with his shirt sleeve, not caring that his shirt got bloody or that he tore at the already injured spots on Amaimon's back roughly. Mephisto sped up his own healing, forcing the injuries to heal fast that they really should have been. He pressed forward away, containing his brutal assault. His eyes closed as he fell back into rhythm, the wood creaking as he rocked both of their bodies.

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Motionless within the sandy embrace of the tall dune, Billy waited while the sweat ran like tiny streams down his dust-stained face, but he could hear nothing above the roar of the pounding surf. He lay on his back within the small depression, musket cradled upon his chest, eyes straining to pierce the thin forest that bordered the great dunes, searching for movement while his ears strained to catch any sound that would alert him to the presence of his hunters…but he saw and heard nothing of his pursuers, only now and again did he hear the sharp cries of hungry gulls above the din of the lake as they wheeled above.

As she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion she remembered the adventures of the day before. When she got home she passed out from the excitement and strain on her heart. She reached down to check her leg and sighed with relief to find a replacement was already attached. She looked over at her nightstand and noticed her spare glass waiting for her to put them on. As she got out of bed all she could think about was how rude she was to Sam. She walked into the kitchen to see her mother preparing breakfast. She looked around and did not see Sam. She didn’t know why she expected to see her but she was upset that he was not here. Her mom turned a saw her disappointment and said “He seem in quite a rush to leave he left his job to help you.” She was startled by her answer and rushed out the door ignoring the cries from her mother. She hurried Sam’s farm almost throwing up because of the strain on her heart. When she reached the farm she found an old man working the fields. She rushed over and asked, “Where is Sam?” The old man replied, “I fired him because...” She didn’t let him finish She rushed to the road the taste of blood in her mouth from running. She saw a man walking on the road looking forlorn. She called out, “Sam!” The man stopped and turned it was Sam he answered her, “Joy?” She ran into his arms and started to cry. Sam confused hugged her back. She thought to herself about how a horrible incident led to her

Dear Stan, It’s been a rough couple of months so far here in Da Nang. Just an hour ago, the NVA moved up closer to the airfield and shot down a loaded C-130 transport plane. The wreckage was spread out all over the runway, killing around twentie two guys. At first, I didn’t even know the NVA had RPG-7’s. The Soviets must have supplied them well, I wasn’t surprised that they would support any country against us. Anyway, I’ve been unlucky in the recent months like I said before. It was August 2nd, and Cpt. Cole called in a Huey gunship. We needed fire support on hill 137, there were several NVA 50.cal positions that were dugg in. They also had plenty of RPK bipod mounts all over the mountain, we were ducked the whole time to avoid getting nailed

Cats. They are filled with emotions that no owner will understand. The intensity, and hilarity, and the character that felines hold can entertain anyone, but there is one cat that will blow you mind, and her name (pun intended) is Asstro. She is a ball of fury and ferocity, and she is the strangest cat you'll ever see. A few examples of her curious ramparts are...

The adrenaline from the kill was long gone by now, being replaced with a bored and lazy temper. It was always after the elimination of his target did Jimin feel the most stressed. Most people would feel the growing fever of nervousness and tension before the victim was dead, but Jimin never worried about any of that. All he cared in those moments before was how he was going to get his victim out into the wild and straight into his grasp.

Running his finger through Lilith's long green hair. "We'll take a bath." He conceded, picking the smaller up. He undid the other's hand ties so Lilith's arms could wrap around him. He walked to the bathroom, Lilith in his arms, setting the younger on the sink counter, while he started the bath. They didn't really bathe together, Satan could be 'nice' at times, but they didn't bathe together. He started the shower too, waiting for the hot water as he set to brushing out Lilith's hair. Once both the tub was full and the shower was warm he picked Lilith up and placed her in the tub, walking back to the bathroom door and locking it, just in case Amaimon tried to escape while he showered. He walked over to the shower, stepping in, closing the door behind him, beginning to wash himself. He called to the other, voice lifting over the running water "wash all of yourself, except your hair, put your plug back in. You know the

"A-Amaimon...!" He cried out instantly, his head falling back, back arching, his hips bucking to thrust himself deeply into his brother's mouth. He bit his lip hard, forcing his thrusts to stop for fear of gagging or even hurting his mate, though the younger hadn't seemed to complain, beginning to bob quickly in response. Teeth grazed over his length, making him moan and writhe, panting with pleasure. He groaned loudly, his free hand lifting to cover his mouth as his eyes screwed shut, but it didn't cover his mouth before a pleading, desperate "d-don't stop...please Amaimon...don't stop!" Escaped him. Amaimon didn't stop, instead he moaned around him, the hum causing him to see stars and making it painfully clear how quickly his brother could shove him over that blissful edge. His tail whipped about before it smacked into what he presumed in his pleasured haze was Amaimon's, wrapping around it quickly. He couldn't take much more of this and despite his best effort his hips began to buck again, thrusting into Amaimon's mouth quickly, causing him to moan that much

Marines were exposed on the street and Chris as well as another SEAL sniper realized their over watch was now useless. They grabbed their gear and sprinted toward the street. While on the street, where they were very clearly told not to go, there were two injured Marines in the middle of the firing line. Chris and the other SEAL darted into the street into a torrent of gunfire, they grabbed the injured Marines. Chris’s man had a gunshot wound in his arm and two in his leg; with bullets flying he started to drag the man to safety. Bullets danced at his feet and zipped by his head. He said “During the heat of it, you’re not thinking about it. You know you could get hit at any moment; you just put your head down and go for it. I’ve never met that