Creative Writing: Battle Of Moria

The first evil that Bilbo and the dwarves come across is the trolls. Tolkien sets the reader up by saying that trolls and dwarves have a history of not getting along. The dwarves and Bilbo are caught by the trolls and put into sacks. Gandalf, the wizard, comes and instigates a fight between the trolls about how to cook the dwarves and Bilbo. Gandalf

“THE FIRST COMMANDER IS GETTING RESTLESS, we need to hurry,” a fair-haired Kingsman stated to another. He enters first through the singed door of the last home near the entrance to the grain fields, locking eyes with a disheveled young maiden holding on tightly to a frightened little boy.

General Herkimer’s militia was comprised of 800 military men from Fort Dayton and was later augmented by Chief Honyery with 60 warriors. General Herkimer was afraid of moving forward. Herkimer did not want to move forward but the only person supporting him from the seniors’ officers was Colonel Campbell; while Klock, Vissher, Colonels Cox and Paris wanted to move forward. Colonels Cox and Paris believed that General Herkimer was being a coward. General Herkimer had sent a messenger to Fort Stanwix so that they could give a signal that everything was ok to move forward. He felt as if something was going to happen and wanted to wait until he heard the cannon blasts from Fort Stanwix. The Indian scouts also felt as though General Herkimer was doing the correct thing because he believed there would be an ambush. As they marched on peacefully, the air was filled with death. Many muskets and rifles fired, attacking the scouts. Chants and screams accompanying the attack. General Herkimer’s gut feeling was correct and as a result, the militia was ambushed which cost the lives of some of the men in General Herkimer’s militia.

I know that it must be hard knowing that I am off to war. I am sorry that I didn't tell you that I was enlisting but I knew that you would be upset and maybe even be able to persuade me not to. I wish it didn't have to be like this, but our country needs me. I was placed in the trenches, there are many other people here. There are many other people here, more dead than alive. Their bodies lay for us to find as we run through no man's land. Yesterday I watch one of my comrades get to the other side, but then tripped and fell into barbed wire. We had to leave him behind. I got through making sure not to follow in his footsteps.

Today has been the most eventful day in all my life. I almost got my leg cut off, tried to kill myself, and became a war hero, in line to be promoted to Lieutenant. I cannot remember much from the first battle, in which I almost lost my foot, besides the blinding pain the came during it. I suspect the feeling will not leave me for the rest of my days. Pain so blinding I could not even manage a scream of pain. If was as if lightning had struck me and all the hornets in the world had decides that I was their worst enemy. The torture felt as if it had lasted for hours though only seconds after the attack I passed out and was dragged off of the battlefield. I woke up in the hospital tent, surrounded by bloody knives and surgery instruments, and looked outside to see what was to become my fate, a man hobbling along on one foot, being supported by tree branches alone.

They were everywhere we went. We ran down the dark alley. They were right behind us. We turned down another alley only to find a dead end. They were already walking towards us, blocking the only exit. We were surrounded. There was nothing we could do. We were out of ammunition and had no other weapons. I stood in front of the group ready to protect them at all costs.

In a flash, I slashed through the final surviving subordinates of Brocuse with the beam katana, leaving only him alive. Spluttering in shock from my response, Brocuse stumbled back and fell onto his rump, a look of absolute horror etched across his face.

They had to retreat or else they would easly be taken out. They fell back to the forest to their right as fast as they could. Once they were able to gather themselfs, they realized that they had some

Outnumbered and unprepared, the villagers do their best to defend their home against a well-resourced enemy.

This wasn’t what I wanted but I had to be brave, I had to protect my clan. Asger gave me a hopeful look and hit my shoulder with power as I ran past, nodding and sending me forward. I put on a brave face and bared my teeth and then bit down on my shield- sword raised up and swinging around my head wildly. I roared as I came within a famne of the first row of our enemies.

At the last moment, Drakar spun to meet his attack. Their blades came crashing together in a shower of sparks. It was then Gall noticed his Mordblade pulsing with white light, and that the sword’s Daemon had gone curiously silent. Before he could make sense of the change, Drakar’s blade snapped, the usually glimmering edge disappearing in an instant. Gall’s blade slashed into the Shatain, knocking him sideways into a column.

On August 21, 2015, a suspected terrorist walked shirtless out of a bathroom on a train traveling to France. He was carrying an AK-47, a pistol, a box cutter, and lots of ammunition and he quickly began firing at the people on the train, wounding several. The incident soon had the look of a horrible mass shooting in which there would be dozens of casualties, but then, three American friends and a British man attacked the gunman. They tackled him to the ground but the gunman got out a knife and began slashing at the men, wounding one of them. However, the hero’s on the train choked him into unconsciousness. The total time elapsed was less than 90 seconds.

Milawen exhaled, just like before, and the arrow was in the man's neck with a sickening squish in seconds. The dagger fell and he dropped the victim, and after a second of gurgling his own blood he fell dead onto the stone.

We stuck near cover to avoid being seen by any of them. It seemed like they numbered in the hundreds, almost as many as my tribe. Collectively, we agreed to go back to our village and set up more night guards.

They had to travel for a hundred miles, until finally they reached the fort, being the good brother is, Hogsley let all of the hogs in. Unlike at the other forts, all the hogs were ready at all times. The hogs now knew that they needed to be ready for an ambush. When they first saw the wolves, they were all prepared. The wolves arrived at the and howled at the pigs, “Give us your fort or we’ll blow it and you to the ground!” In response, the three brothers said, “ Not by the ammo in my gunny, gun, gun!” The hogs fired upon the wolves, the wolves gave their best back at the hogs and the fort but the hogs were too strong. Many of the wolves vehicles and weapons were either destroyed or were