I woke up my clothes ripped, freezing. I had no idea where I was till a loud screaming noise was near. I was trying not to make any sudden movements to attract more predators. I was laying still on the leaves when all of the sudden I heard what sounded like a bobcat coming closer and closer thinking it had heard me or was coming to attack me. When it went right past me attacking another prey.
“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian
"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.
“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.
Then some of people noticed a new guest, dress as a clothes of the Red Death. Everyone was freaking out because of him. When Prince Prospero saw this guy, he became angry and asked courtiers to seize him and unmask him. But no one have the courage to do it, including Prospero himself. The Red Death walked through the rooms, heading toward the black room. Prospero chased him with taking his dagger. Prospero reached the edge of the dark room, the Red Death suddenly turned to face him, and Prospero fell on the ground and dead. "Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revelers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony
Everyone has judged someone before they get to know them, sometimes you can even do it on accident. My personal experience in judging someone before getting to know them was when I meet my step-brother Carson for the first time. When I first met Carson I was about 6 years old and he was around 10 years old. I was at his house in Florida that I had never been to before, so I was scared already, so when I went upstairs to grab something from my bag I saw him for the first time, he was coming around the corner really fast and was wasn’t paying attention and ran right into me. The first thoughts that came to mind was that he was big and scary and he just hurt me. But after I got to know him I realized he wasn’t really scary at all, it was just
Suddenly I feel an unexpected flicker of hope. I attempt escape once again and, as I had expected, I barely shifted position. After many more frustrating tries I finally bust out of my prison. My wet fluff is plastered to my body and my breathing is rapid and shallow. Sleep washes over me in an instant.
Sound and smell crowded Julios' mind, pure ecstasy mixed with the over stimulation of thumping music and free flowing drugs pushed his pupils wide and his pores open, his brow furrowed and his mouth clenched into a dumb grin. With each bass filled kick of the music and flash of the cyan lights his eyes flicked left to right, his ocular nerves flaring with excitement at the melting colors and waving sound that he was immersed in. The pleasing form of a woman half his age moving along with the music, her outline dragging behind her motion leaving a line of rainbow outlines, each one like a frame of a movie.
Vana looked out the window incredulously. It was an odd experience, one of complete and utter blackness. There were, however, spots of light that she didn’t immediately realize were stars. It felt wrong; they didn’t twinkle. She felt a sense of security but also a little shaky discerning that. She’d always been skeptical about anything theological, but now that she’d seen more of the world than she’d ever seen before, she almost believed in an omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent god. She was all but paralyzed with awe.
“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.
I am from roaring fires(crackling, fiery orange flames warming my face) I am from countless summer days having diving contests with Evan. I am from 55 square miles divided in half with rolling hills and lights illuminating the street at night. I am from jumping into the white powder ( as cold as ice) then running back into the burning steamy Chlorine tub. I’m from the sound of the curved stick slapping the plastic ball hard enough to vibrate my hands.
“AAH, I must have overslept!” The Hero rushed towards the window, and he saw that Monster Zero must have been busy for at least a few hours. He gathered all his weapons, and ran towards Monster Zero, somewhere where he could not be seen. “Alright, all monsters have a weak point, so where could it be……..aha! Monster Zero’s neck isn’t covered by any scales, so I must attack there!”
The first time I saw her she was perched on my chair at New Westview High in the English 11 classroom and was twirling a luxurious pair of earbuds around her elegant and slender fingers wrapping them around like whips. Lethal. Pestilent. Yet still there was something about her that was bewitching. She screamed anguished closures and shredded promises. Back then I just had a feeling. One of those nauseating, petrifying feelings but almost addictive when I went near her. She had these black and red beats that were colossal compared to her meagre face but she didn't seem to mind. They kept slipping off her sleek, smooth hair. Why would she have earbuds and headphones? Like what an idiot. Her fingers and feet tapped out the rhythm on the floor.