He held his breath hoping that the wolves would just run right past him like how the first wolf did. He had no luck and all of the wolves stopped right where he was. The wolves howled a ear piercing howl and he had wanted for the wolves to stop howling.
The boy lay there next to his father keeping each other warm from the chilling atmosphere where they set camp. The air was so moist it turned the dirt into damp mud and the boy could feel his sleeping bag submerge into it. The intimidating glare of an owl examining him sent a tingle up his spine. The sounds of bugs chiming filled the ambience, killing the silence giving him a sense of security. He looked up at the twilight sky illuminated by the blinding shimmer of the full moon gleaming through the forest trees over him. Surrounding it was an array of glimmering stars prompting the sky alive. As his body grew accustomed to the environment, each natural attribute gave him comfort and allowed him to slowly fall into a deep sleep.
Section 2 There are numerous clashes introduce in Mary Shelley's novel Frankenstein. Clashes are exhibited in two separate ways: inner clash and outside clash. Inner clash is the contention which exists inside a man or character (man verses self). Outside clash is the contention one countenances with outside strengths (man verses man, otherworldly, and nature). Inner Conflict
Breathless, Alex ran through the forest. It was twilight, normally his favorite time of day, but this golden hour took on a malicious tone. These woods were full of weeds, slippery moss covered stones , and twisted, thorny vines. Alex’s foot caught on a snarled root, and he tumbled onto the cold dirt. Alex sensed something was amiss, and he knew The Beast was growing ever nearer. As Alex lay sprawled on the forest floor, a single thought ran through his mind. “I’m done.” with the will to live draining from him. Alex lay still in the dirt and leaves resting for his last time. The soreness in his legs was so unbearable he wanted the release of death; craved for it even. “Thump”....... “Thump” The Beast's feet approached slowly and
He moved quickly and quietly as a fox over the fresh powder from the blizzard, dodging trees and fallen branches protruding from the ground. The air was crisp and the figure could see his breath as he ran through the shrouded forest. His heart was racing, for he feared for his own life as he pursued this large beast. As he ran, the man noticed something, it was an animal that had been slaughtered by the beast. He examined the corpse closely, the stench of decay was very prominent as he got closer. He determined that the monster was close by, so he continued to follow the tracks, this time even more cautiously and considerably slower than before. He came to a clearing where a river was surging forth. This river was very wide and the pace it
One day, I was drawing something when my older sister comes up to me and tells me that she’s going to a place called “La La Land” (more than a decade before the movie, btw). I was too absorbed in my drawing to really care and shrugged it off. She wanders off and I don’t see her for some time.
Her breath shown in the cold moist air of the lake side. She quickened her pace, dashing from one underbrush to the next, twigs and branches scratching at her face as if begging for her to take them away with her from this wretched land, her breathing became increasingly vigorous. Her limbs grew heavy as more and more mud started to cling to her boots as if also wanting to go with her and the distance she had to cover seemed to become more and more. She started to think she couldn’t go on anymore, except for one reason and one reason only. The warm infant wrapped in blankets and cloth started to become heavier and heavier in her arms as she felt her body starting to fail her. But she couldn’t stop she had to get her baby to safety. As the sound of dogs barking and the hooves of horses and the screams of soldiers yelling,” She went this way!” “No this way!” The ever growing thought of are they going to find me, did I do all this just to get
“Mr. Absinthe, your rent has been due for 2 weeks. Your apartment is up for notice.” Alice Duperphork, the landlady, yells and slams on the door again. She knew he was in there, did he truly believe she was this senseless?
I woke with a start, the sun shone red behind my dirty lids—morning had come. I raised my hands above my head in a tendon popping stretch; I longed for more sleep. Despite all signs to stay in bed—my stiff neck, my legs so purposefully decorated with cuts and bruises—I forced myself to stand. A pine cone fell onto me and stuck in my rat nest head, but I didn’t bother taking it out. By this point, my hair had become more ferocious then the forest itself. Faoiltiama came over to nuzzle me; she was the caring mother of the pack, intuitively gentle and always able to sense when there was a disturbance in me. Lately I’d been thinking about home, and where I had come from. I could hardly remember my life before the forest, before I met the wolves.
The wind whipped down the quiet, darkened street, rustling the decorative trees that lined the seldom used road, it tugged at decorative neighborhood banners and blew branches to and fro overhead, causing their shadows to seem like grasping claws as they danced across the brick facing of the apartment buildings he passed by. He shuddered and pulled his trench coat closed, the grip on his brief case tightening.
The Reaper Wolf charged forward. His two daggers gleamed in the moonlight. His hood shaded his face. His red cloak flapped behind him as he rushed forward. Ebon raised his sword to block the oncoming daggers. He caught one with his blade and quickly spun to avoid the other. However, he was too slow. The second blade caught him on his side. He felt a horrible stinging sensation as it tore through his flesh. “AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!” he screamed.
While walking thru the forest , something with a coat white as snow dotted in front of me i grabbed my knife from its sheath but, then i realized it was okulu a wolf that i have known since the day i was born i quickly put away my knife,”What did you think i was?” she said.”I thought
A chorus of howls echoed maliciously from the tree line. The air was dense with night and the humidity dulled Rainsford’s senses. Wolves, or any other manner of beast could be lurking within the shrubbery, their fangs dripping with blood. He jogged to the nearest tree and shimmied up its thick trunk. A rustle came from his left. “Hoo, Hoo!” Rainsford yelped in surprise as the owl took flight.
Yet were being held down, giving a silent rhapsody of joy and grieving. Along the way fallen timber accompanied thickets of weeds. A lazy mist hazed my vision, making the horizon seem like one from a story book. The area was imperturbable, as if it was keeping a secret hidden deep within itself.
The sun was still below the horizon but the clouds above the mountains were tainted the color of pomegranates. Around me the shadows seemed empty. I tried not to look into the brush as I walked down the driveway. I had stopped before, looking to see the back of the shadows; staring hard, only to have them retreat from my eyes indefinitely. Invisible birds called from within. Their sound followed me down the driveway and onto the road.