Creative Writing: Empire Island

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.”

He waited until the night’s 11th hour. By now the Princess rested in the highest tower of the castle, locked away from the dangerous world, yet so oblivious to the dangers that which fated the rest of her life. Silently the peasant journeyed outside, where he stopped at the wall of the tower where she lay. He watched her in the darkness from below, lifting his face to her, letting the light rest on his every surface of darkness. The night was cloudless. The winds wailed between the motionless oak trees as its thin branches clawed out, ever so slightly disturbing the leaves with its hostile screeches. Not the thick moss of the trees nor the damp leaves squirming in his toes could distract the peasant from so enticing a scent. All that encircled him was the sweetness of lavender and rosewood, filling his entire being as he sunk into the grass, like sand washed over by the water, with every breeze passing

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.

“After defeating the Cyclops Polyphemus, my men grew exhausted. They grew thirsty from rowing under the beating hot sun. Sweat dripped down their heads and the ship’s deck grew moist from the mix of the salty, seawater and sweat. We stopped by on a nearby island.

Alpha Zero, or Zero as he simply called himself was filled with hatred, the experiments done on him and his kind filled him with rage. These scientists had no right to destroy his kind. Alpha Two, a female of his kind, had just succumbed to death after another round of torture was used to determine how much she could withstand. She had been born of the same batch of experiments as he was, basically in canine standards she was his litter mate.

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.

Boudreaux nodded. “Yes, I did,” he replied, glancing toward me. “Myles fashions himself a high-ranking Creole Prince to be courting such danger. Maybe he believes his relation with Marie will secure him.”

“So long Stevenson, bye Stanley, bye Jameson, I'll see you later Ricardo I know you'll miss me, love you Dogo keep the house safe,” Frantz said to his friends and dog as he left his house to go on a one week Alaskan cruise with his family.

The apprentice witch led them through many long hallways, making her way to the rear of the castle. These halls were covered in different tapestries and paintings, torches placed regularly to fully light the long pathways. The ground was made up of a color of stone that was just shades lighter than what the castle's structure consisted of, and it was covered in long dark blue carpets with small silver patterns woven in. Inside and out the castle appeared beautiful and regal, the gem of the kingdom.

Guard 1 : I don't know i guess he is a little all over the place right now. (He chuckled under breath)

His mind wandering back to the incident that occurred just a few hours ago. It took some effort in finding her. Because he wasn't really listening to Starfire's rant, he hadn't the slightest idea where to find his target. He decided to just go to Bluesville and figure it out from there. He took the T-car and drove it to the border of the city, not wanting to alert anyone of his arrival. He walked through the barren streets, searching for the house she lived in. It was by mere chance that he walked past the bookstore.

Silent. At the edge of the sky there was a magnificent white patch, a turning page, catching the sun. The rest was ivory grey, with a subtle hint of mauve, just enough to announce the coming sunset. Scanning the horizon were the white cotton balls on cerulean satin, with a subtle layer of dove grey underneath, which was thin enough to let the light through. Stood there like a ghost, a silent observer of the venerable castle, and the clouds. The colossal mountains were shielding the inferior castle. Beyond the towering mountains was a decrepit, venerable and ancient castle like structure. The azure roof was coated and concealed by the thick opaque dust. The roof was as dusty as an abandoned warehouse floor. It was an elderly going paler as it got older and ancient. As I nonchalantly walked up the moaning narrow staircase, a thick mist of cold crisp air blew through me, rustling my hair and sending a chill down my spine.

appeared. A rush of relief came over Crone, and he wanted to hug his father, but that would have to wait until he had Tessa back in his arms.

Such a beautiful sight was the sunset that Javeor beheld as her graceful wings flapped gently and kept her aloft. The fleecy clouds like a quilt of cotton were rimmed in pink by the rays of the blazing yellow sun as it said goodbye to her and the world on which she lived. The warm, scarlet light about her, let her temporarily forget the lonely night she would pass when he left her until the next day. For he was her only friend in a world of men who hunted her out of fear of her fiery breath and massive but elegant body. Her only friend in a world of desolation and rejection. As the last of his warm rays dipped beneath the horizon, Javeor turned toward the secluded mountain that she called home, her heart already longing for the next day