Creative Writing: Empire Island

On this day in time it seems as though a shadow appeared over the land. With its eyes as piercing as a lion’s and its claws as sharp as a shark’s tooth, this monstrous beast soared through the air as though it was the king overlooking his land. This creature had many names throughout the entire kingdom, some say he was a monster who hid under your bed at night, some say he was a ghost that will appear and scare the living daylight out of someone. But this creature is formally known as the beast.

Four friends were going to hang out at Kings Island during Halloween Haunt. Their names are Jane Rogers, April O’Neil, Steve Rogers, and Donatello Hamato.

“I’m Randy Kim, I was a police officer before everything went to shit. Most of these guys are prior law enforcement. Look we’re only trying to protect our own.”

I will be done with my finals this Monday and then will start preparing to get back to Hawaii. I am all for going to the Kombucha bar as I haven't had kombucha since I left Hawaii. 1 or 2pm on Friday sounds good. I am not sure if I will have a vehicle though to pick you up if it starts raining but we will figure out something. I left my Mercedes with Mieko but she had a really bad luck with that car I don't know why. It started breaking down and she also had a small accident. She wasn't hurt because the front end collision prompted the safely air-bag to release, but the vehicle was a total loss. I am glad she wasn't hurt and now she has bought a used vehicle which is being fixed for some minor problems. Hopefully by the time I get back we will have a car to tool in around.

The smell of heated metal in this confined room started to clear my sinuses. As the temperature rose higher and higher, I felt my nose hairs slowly start to shrink and dissipate. As the walls crept closer and closer I realized I was being pushed to my death. The walls were closing on in on me and were forcing me to go in the only direction I didn’t want to. As I felt the heat of the walls start to slowly toast my back, I slid off the ground and into the abyss. As I held myself on the side of the pit for dear life, I find myself fixated on the hell laying below me, unable to avert my eyes. I looked around. Nothing. I looked at the sliding walls. Smooth as ice. There were no windows, no doors. I looked at the ceiling, there was no sky. I looked

Hi Mary Lou, I miss you so much and can’t wait till I get back to England to see you.

Before you turn the page of this book I want you to know that this book is not pleasant. It is full of bad witches and morphed fairies. Even worse a girl who has to go through it all. Her name is Bell Linmor and she has it rough. But don’t worry it all works out.

named Hollands Cove. Almost as if it were a secret the entrance to the community the roadway lies bare. A small dirt road with two fields on either side are backed by trees, small bushes, and a slight glimpse of a gray decaying haunted house. However during the early summer if you drudge through that field of tangled weeds you would find the bushes lined with juicy summer blackberries that stain your fingertips.

“Cas it cost a fortune to get you to go to this camp,” her mom yelled. Cas didn’t want to go because her least favorite person would be there. Cas walk to her closet and grabbed two suitcases full of clothes and a couple pairs of shoes.

I hope this letter finds you well. This trip has been a harrowing journey for me. About half way across the large, blue ocean, a beam was cracked! I was told that the beam offered great support to the ship. It is a wonder that I am still alive and not trapped in Davy Jones’s locker. Oh sister, the storm was horrendous. I was not able to even write because of all the movement of the waves. The waves were three times the size of my house! Thankfully, my husband happened to have a great iron screw that secured the beam in place. Many of the sailors were thankful to have a blacksmith on this boat.

The dark, cloudy night approached covering the town of Kingsville. The young girl, Kyara, coming out of the library after finishing packets of homework, stood outside the parking lot waiting for the arrival of her parents. It was midnight and her parents are taking longer than usual. Kyara looked around to see if anyone seemed to be present and she felt a presence of something to be nonexistent. The presence felt stronger and stronger each minute that passed and Kyara became to feel uncomfortable. The wind blew and made a whistle which made her get chills. All of a sudden she heard a voice far away. She turned to see and became surprised of such sight.

The figure hunched on the icy ground let out a rattling sob; a skinny arm shot from below its robes, sending a bolt of pure white dashing into the cave wall, where it exploded violently into a cluster of vibrant sapphire gemstones. A resonation of depth shook the walls, tiny fragments of ice rained down and skittered across the floor like tiny beads.

I can feel the warm breeze push against my face as I am travelling up the mountain. I can feel the sweat dripping down my face. A mountain lion roars in the distance. Trees become scarce as I continue up to the summit. I can smell the sweatiness of myself and the other backpackers as we scramble up the boulders. The dry air is tickling my taste buds, as oxygen becomes more difficult to obtain.

For a young man named Jack, his experience happened on a normal day, like any other, as the sun set on the horizon. The setting sun caused all of the clouds to turn a burnt orange and soft shade of red, making it seem as if some hidden creature had torn a giant ravine into the sky which had exploded into the most vibrant colors as a result. It had been an interesting yet stressful day alright, however it was far from over. In the distance Jack could hear the ambient blood-curdling screams of people a short distance away. One word resounded in his mind above of all the chatter: Bomb. There had been a bomb planted somewhere in the facility. Suddenly the room shook with the force of an atom being subject to fission in one of the most explosive results, nearly shattering the transparent barrier to the outside world in front of him. Now the screams of terror and panic rang in the ears of Jack like a high pitched bell, and they pierced his ears like a knife through the skin of a fresh kill. People ran from every other direction towards the nearest exit, and it seemed as if the building itself was starting to crumble. The melancholy severity of the situation overloaded Jack, causing him to nearly lose consciousness from the shock-wave caused by the blast alone. One of the last thoughts that filled Jack’s mind before he collapsed towards the floor, like the airport itself was collapsing to the

With the rising of the sun came the fog - the often-resented union between the cold Empire Coast Current from the north and the much warmer Dragon Stream from the south. Yet even as the fog came to greet the Royal Engstrom Docks, it found it was already bustling with activity. Well-seasoned workers were already prepping cargo and delegating teams to load the vast cargo on three separate ships, the Prince Turner, the Thane Levant, and the Underwood, The Empire's crest, a brown falcon, adorned each of the three ships. They had been painted with earth-coloured markings, as a ward against sea monsters. The massive ships were snuggled against the quayside amidst a fleet of smaller fishing craft that had returned from night fishing.