Creative Writing: Farenheit 451

"You have made a commitment to all of Lemuria. Only few were chosen and we do not do replacements." The cloaked individual threatened. I nodded and he released me. My discolored arm ached from the pressure he concentrated on it.

The bright red fire truck sped through the streets filled with uniform, pale grey colored houses. The wheels skidded to a stop in front of a house that looked just like the others, as Beatty violently pulled the brake backwards. The men went tumbling backwards, as if the truck had just hit a brick wall in front of them.

“Exactly, so don’t get yourself all worked up, and throw away everyone else as if they are pictures that you should have never even taken in the first place.”

I stopped getting bored of the book once he talked about his trip in the Artic. It finally felt like we were going somewhere. It is crazy how they can pinpoint a location where they would have a better chance of finding what they are looking for. This again is another think I cannot wrap my head around. If you don’t know where something is, it would seem difficult to find a location that will have a probable chance of succeeding. If it were me I am sure I would be like some sort of grave digger, digging holes all over the place. Maybe even that guy you find at the beach with a metal detector surveying everything. I suppose that’s the reason I’m not a paleontologist then.

The Maze Runner In the book The Maze Runner by James Dashner, the main character, Thomas wakes up in a metal box and only remembers his first name. The doors of the box open and Thomas finds himself surrounded by a bunch of unfamiliar faces. Thomas gets out of the box and he finds himself in a place that is almost farmlike with high walls. This place was called the glade.

One cold and stormy night, there was a cozy little cottage on the edge of the enchanted forest. The cottage was as warm as a mitten compared the death like stages of the blizzard. In the cottage lived a sweet little grandma and her son, James a man as vicious as a snake. He was so terrible he was kicked out of royalty and forced to live in the forest. So, the good witch, Rosemary, came to him to discuss this, “James, your days are drawing near. You must find the princess and learn from her how to be kind,” Rosemary explained. Then, she turned him into a lizard.

“No, that can’t be right. I don’t want to spend my life in this pod like this, in stasis.”

“Certainly such a threat is not credible. Who would want to take your life?” Orion could think of a large number of people that would want to cause harm to Larsen.

One of their number disappeared into the black during the mission, never to be seen again. Those who did return would never forget the endless hour they spend down there. But they managed to noose and chain five of them - naked, white-eyed drooling creatures barely recognizable as human. Their nails were a long and savage as knives, and their teeth had been sharped to fangs on bones and stone. More than anything they resembled ghouls; their flesh was so pallid the veins could be seen beneath and their hair strung down in matted clumps.

"But he did say even if we did find the place I was in they wouldn't be there anymore and..." I said stopping myself because I would sound idiot saying the rest of it

As if my brain were wired, I analyzed the situation. The more monsters I killed the angrier I got, edging towards Kronos. I started to slow down, my energy draining quickly.

“A lot more than you’d think. Apparently, the major believes in total transparency within her squad. Did you know she was a spook once?”

“Do you also see that board there, the one with all the names and destinations on it?”

"You know what you did. You killed everyone, you monster." I looked down at the skeleton in confusion.

“Oh, I see. You are one of them. We were told to take you there. Please follow us.”