Creative Writing: Empire Island

These words make this lady seem very real. Even the details describing her the edges of her sleeves and skirt was fascinating. The passage includes a gray stone with holes in it. This gives the reader the impression that someone has died, from the previous incident with Tuscalusa and Grandmother’s stone.

I have use images to explain the cave, as well as the relationship of the realm of true forms. This writing is construct a bridge between the worlds of darkness and of enlightenment. I have entered back into the cave.

When he finally made it to the boundary of the Mantle, he was curious, anxious, and excited for what he would find there. Boy, was he in for a surprise. And then he jumped into the endless dark pit, the

In Plato’s “Allegory of the Cave,”, three prisoners have been trapped in a cave for their entire lives... They cannot look at anything, but the stone wall in front of them. Since birth, these men have been stuck and have never seen anything but the interior of the cave. Behind the prisoners is a fire; its flame gives off shadows of the objects behind it. One day, one of the prisoners manages to escape from his bindings and leave.

Rodor staggered towards the Jericho Stone on its golden stand. This was a piece of thick, pure gold that looped its way round and round the stone enclosing it in a golden cell. He saw the stone swelling, pulsing, and glowing brighter and brighter until it reached a brilliant shine, like the sun on a summer’s day. Rodor, as he looked into it, was blinded and cried out in anguish. The echoing sound swelled to a momentous finishing and he fell to the ground and was still.

As she made her way through the sand dunes towards the cave. When she reached the rocks at the edge of the water she felt the strange feeling return. She was unsure if she had made the right decision by walking out to the rocks so late in the afternoon. As she grew nearer to the rocks and the sun began to set, her nerves returned and she grew uneasy. She skimmed the rocks for any sort of crevice or cave, but couldn’t see anything. Cordelia was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she failed to notice the large pile of rocks behind her. They fell with a sickening crash that caused her to drop the book in surprise.

In part one, the cave represents people who are imprisoned and only are able to see whatever is ahead of them. Also, they seem to only interact with their shadows as the try hard to get toward the sunlight but can’t because

The beam soon dissolved and a moment of near silence washed over. With eyes still glowing red as rubies, the wanderer raised its head and looked back only to see what looked like a tall, faceless man composed entirely of flaming black shadow with glowing veins of golden liquid running through

As day turned to night, cooler weather returned. The cold wind came so suddenly, it caught everyone by surprise- servants hurried to collect firewood, stock up on meats, fresh fruits, and vegetables; also, non-perishable foodstuffs such as flour, meal, coffee, and sugar, just incase it became too cold to get out into the streets to go to the market to get them. Most agreed that the inclement weather was due to the late storm- according to Angelique’s butler, Jubal, the storm threw things out of whack as it traveled north. He hypothesized that the swirling winds suctioned the cold wind from the north down into the bayous. Maybe he was right; the cold winds sure replaced the warm ones in a hurry.

Silence wedged between them until they walked past a familiar storefront for the third time. It was Kiana, not Zeke, who noticed first. "Ezekiel," she mumbled. "I think we're lost."

Aiden gingerly stood up, careful of vertigo. He nodded in agreement with his now partner, but also took cautious steps over to help the man get his bag and up. “Far better than me,” he snorted, “I don’t even have my glasses.” He waved his hand in front of his face. “But at least have some experience in fights, though more…” he paused trying to think of the word, “backyard dirty fighting.” He let himself be support while the man stood up. “Man, this is turning into a more fucked up version of Lord of the Flies, isn’t it?”

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a very bright jade laying on the ground, with no sign of life this seemed oddly parculiar. Synnefo came closer to the object in attempt to take the color, but before he could begin his dance the jade disappeared behind a tree. His determination and curiousity overwhelmed him and led him into a chase with the jewel. Finally, he had caught up with it, only to have his attention turned upward. Pinks, purples, oranges, yellows shot across the sky, only to be out done by a round sphere that glowed brighter than the moon. Synnefo felt a little rain fall from his face, shocked at the sight he had longed to see for eons, the

Mason decided to go into the suspicious looking cave and take a look around. Once he entered the cave about fifteen feet in, the walls started to glow and light up with many colors and he thought, “What is going on here?”

“And thereupon we all entered the cave. It was a large, airy place, with a little spring and a pool of clear water, overhung with ferns. The floor was sand. Before

Beneath my feet, the stones are unlike any I have seen before, each a rounded composite with shimmering white lines racing through, some having clearly been broken apart recently and others having little holes in them, as though someone had taken a cookie cutter and peeled a piece away, leaving behind only the shell.