Inside Nixies home, a patch of fuzzy seaweed swayed at the waters whim. In her absence, a handful of small fish had made themselves at home its tendrils, but as soon as she returned they scattered every which way, leaving through the small cracks she hadn’t cared to fix. Her day had been a busy one, spending most of it creating and focused on her newest totem. She still needed to awaken its potential and meditate with it, but that could be done tomorrow. For now she would try to sleep.
Settling into her usual spot amongst the seaweed, she thought her excitement would chase away a good nights rest, but exhaustion weighed heavily upon her and she drifted to sleep without delay. While her body resting, her mind swam with thoughts of the adventures that awaited her. Soon she would have her first pair of legs and get to feel dry land beneath new feet. Oh the places she would go! A new and exciting world awaited and her imagination
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Opalescent purple, orange flecked, eyes took only a moment to absorbed her surroundings. While some things were strange, they were boring in comparison to her legs. Long, silky smooth, strong, ones replaced the usual slimy looking tentacles she had been born with. Sheer black fabric replaced her usual scant attire, taking the form of a snug strapless dress who’s hem split at her hips into eight tentacle-like strips that hung mid thigh. Like her hair, the eight strips of fabric seemed to move of their own accord, but she couldn’t be bothered with anything but the legs her gaze admired gleefully. Her eyes were wide and the corners of her lips turned up into an excited smile. Sometimes she would stop to wiggle and dig foreign toes into dry sand. Other times she would twirl down the shore with each step just to watch the way her legs listened and responded with grace. Absorbed as she was with her own fantasy, she wouldn’t notice the uninvited
As she swam she seemed to be reaching out for the unlimited in which to lose herself. Once she turned and looked toward the shore, toward the people she had left there. She had not gone any great distance - that is, what would have been a great distance for an experienced swimmer. But to her unaccustomed vision the stretch of water behind her assumed the aspect of a barrier which her unaided strength would never be able to overcome” (Page 57).
The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.
I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.
Upon taking a flashlight, brand new with full battery life, into the tunnel, I found the fuse box that controls the lights overhead. After opening it, I found all the fuses were in perfect condition and functional, once confirming this fact I proceeded to move the switch into an upwards position to test if power was still coming in. To my surprise, the light came on without hesitation, save for the few that blew out instantly. With the lights now on, I ventured farther into the tunnel to record its length and depth. At around one mile in, the smell of decay and old blood was becoming stronger and the walls were beginning to turn red from what I can confirm to be blood, purely that of a
Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.
“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.
Katy meets with Gilbert down at the courthouse and sign documents with him and they hand them in to get stamped with photographers and their parents nearby. Their document is stamped with a void and a different document is put in an envelope and passed to Gilbert. He puts it in his pocket and tries to kiss Katy, but she quickly stepped away from him in fear.
It happened so fast, faster than the speed of light. His face was contorted in such a way I didn’t know what my reaction should be. He looked terrified but yet pensive, like he was floating almost gliding through the wind like a bird. He hit the water with a BAM! And he didn’t rise to the surface like he normally had the previous times we jumped from the tree. He came back up so I knew Finny wasn’t dead but, he half thrashed half swam over to the shore and I instantly knew something was wrong. When I was finally able to see what happened to him after he fell, his leg looked as if someone took a hammer to it. Thankfully I wasn’t alone. Since we were in the midst of our Super Suicide Society of the Summer Session initiation meeting I was accompanied
In the books, the young protagonist relishes the feeling of warm, damp sand seeping between her toes and breathes in the thick scent of salty ocean air as she traipses along the Atlantic coast. The sweet sound of laughing children and crashing waves fills her ears, and the cool metal of her sunglasses soothes her skin against the harsh summer heat.
I run my dry thumb over the smooth, fun pink box. The little quarter sized box looked like it couldn't hold much, yet when I shake it the sound of false hail hits my ears. The lid comes open with a pop and you are greeted by the sight of small, round, malformed, bright pink balls. I bounce them some more in their box just to listen to the sound of false rain. When they roll onto my hand, I notice they're so small I almost can't feel them. Their sticky shell makes it hard for me to roll them into my mouth, so I resort to licking them off my palm. Immediately my saliva rushes to meet this new treat. I’m granted the sweet sticky taste they bring. The outer shell falls away to reveal a sour, harder interior. More saliva comes in response
migraines, she feared getting up abruptly would trigger the habitual nausea, so she took a deep breath and relaxed her tense muscles, opening her senses to her surroundings. A refreshing whiff of salty air filled the room and the distant rumbling sound of crashing waves against rocks soothed her. Those were familiar to her, after living by the ocean for the last four years. Her lips curved up as she smoothed the soft bed linen under her palms. As she stretched on the mattress that hugged her body, she reached up and tucked her hands under the pillow. Extra soft, probably stuffed with goose feathers.
If You Haven’t Heard about Boondocks then you should probably read this. This Essay is about the Time I spent at Boondocks. Boondocks is a gaming center. It's Kind of like an arcade but has way more cool things that you can do and enjoy with your family. Read on if you want to find out more about it.
It was a sunny fall day. The leaves were crunching like potato chips every time you stepped. They were lovely and magnificent orange, red, yellow, and everything between. It wasn’t quite freezing but a cup of would not have melted. My family had just woke up, Including my best friend Joyce who had stayed the night the night before. At the table while eating breakfast, my sisters, Joyce, and I were all begging and pleading my mom to take us to a pumpkin patch. She finally agreed to take us so we all got ready.
Waves crashed into the small hull, her tiny voice being drowned out by the sound of it. Between the lighting flashes, she sees the two adults race along the boat, securing belongings that had come loose. Her brother sits near her, frightened and crying, yet somehow comforting as her tiny hands cling to his fur. The rain whipped around them, blown about by fierce winds, and she covered her head to protect against the stinging droplets. Another crack echoed in her ears, but this one was not accompanied by thunder. Water rushed over her feet as the hull bent into strange new shapes around her. Another crash of lightning revealed nothing but the now illuminated night sky, roiling with the dark clouds of the storm. Then the cold overwhelmed her, the current dragging her away from her sibling and under the water. Spinning recklessly, she flailed in the depths until the darkness set in, mercifully quieting
It was a warm, summer day. The waves crashing down on the sand, children and adults alike were laughing. Alia Smith, a 10 year old girl, put a foot in the ocean, shrinking away from the coldness. Something shiny caught her eye, a seashell. She walked towards it, picking it up. Another shimmer caught her eye, even further away from the previous. A third shell caught her eye, and soon, Alia realized she couldn’t see her family.