Leaves glistened in the moonlight, as the wind howled in despair. I found myself alone, in the darkness, as I noticed a slim figure walking towards me. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, as the individual walking towards me appeared to be a stranger. As the silhouette came closer, I realized that it was my dear aunt. Her face beamed with excitement, and she grabbed me into a tight embrace. “I am moving on,” she informed me as the corners of her mouth pulled into a genuine smile. She then turned around and began to gracefully amble out of the hinterland, as her shadow disappeared within the ominous darkness. I became aware that I was merely in a dream that was only a product of my subconscious mind. I became lucid, as relief washed over
As Jason and Miss Golden had help reunite William and Daisy, they had walked out into the corridors happy and overwhelmed, this curse was over and not upon Jason anymore. This was not a happy ending for just William and Daisy, but also for Jason and Miss Golden, or so they thought. Going down the flights of stairs, giggling and holding hands, Jason and Miss Golden were already talking about future plans and where to eat out later. Little did you know, William did not feel like letting Jason or Miss Golden go, despite the fact that they helped William and Daisy reunite. The curse may be over, but one was cursed and will fill the pain and suffer.
I heard the blood-curdling scream, travelling from the depths of the pit to my own ears. It must’ve been that new kid. The one that arrived here with me, just this morning. I had been ordered to escort him to his trial, as per usual, and it’s clear they hadn’t taken all that long to lay into him.
Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.
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.
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.
A hand crashed through the glass on the side of Caesar's body. The thing was reaching for her. She aimed the gun at the thing and squeezed the trigger. The thing didn't flinch, but grabbed her wrist and took a deep bite. She squeezed the trigger several more times and all the bullets hit the thing. It collapsed to the ground. Eva's heart exploded exploded in her chest. She kicked the door open and looked at the thing on the ground. Was it the Jersey Devil everybody in these parts are talking about. No, the Jersey Devil wasn't real or was it? No, it was just a strange tale that parent's tole their kids to make them stay out of the woods.She gulped in air and kneel down beside the creature. This was no Jersey Devil.
“Beep beep beep” the alarm clock continues to sound off. Exhausted, I turn to the clock, it reads 5:45 am and as usual Jesika is dead asleep. See my roommate has this infuriating habit of setting goals that she can’t keep. This particular goal is to convince herself every night that she’s going to get up early, going to work out, going to straighten her hair, and going to captivate all the men in class with her delightful apparel. At this point I’ve known her for two years, it has never happened. “Jesika” I screamed over and over again, and of course, not a word from Jesika. At this point I am frustrated because I am on the top bunk and I do not have class until twelve. None of this matters now, once I move I am up for the entirety of the day.
You can't catch anything!" Tommy exclaimed to Blake. The two young boys were playing catch in the park. It was a bright sunny Saturday afternoon. These two were best friends and always came to this park everyday to play catch. This park. The park they're parents would never them go to. This park was known for being a bad park. Anything bad anyone could think of had supposedly happened here. Blake and Tommy knew that, but it had the best baseball field. The baseball field was definitely not in good shape, but it would prepare them for any bad field they could play on.
I had one tattoo, but I was afraid of forever - of commitment. My tattoo stood for everything that meant forever to me: my brother. "Joshua Hale Burnes" was etched into every fine line and crevice of my wrist, in the most spirally and gothic of fonts. I had plenty of scars that would only fade and never disappear, but my scars weren't a commitment. Promising my therapist I'd try to get better, promising my mom to raise my 3.9 GPA - these were a few of the "promises" I was scared of. Who knew if I could get better? Who knew if I wanted to get better?
“Mags, come on, we got to get to the rally point, it’s just down the hall,” John said, leader of the 117th squadron. The mission was to get to the rally point in the middle of an invading alien species Mothership. The squadron was composed of 4 outstanding marines, the best of the best. They are part of the selected few, the Guardians.
Samuel put down the Sun Newspaper, and removed his glasses with a satisfying smile on the corner of his mouth. More and more population are flooding to New York. It is not easy in New York City, where many people become merchants, and it is quite competitive. Thanks to the Erie Canal, his importing business has been constantly growing. He needs to make this investment. Samuel worked quite hard to become this successful in the hardware merchant business. From metal, nails, screws, to farm implements, he sells anything that earns a copper. Mr. Duncan saved every dime he could get (everyday life in 1800s).
“Wake up,” that’s what I heard after passing out from all the blows to the face. My vision is blurred I’m trying to stay awake but I lost consciousness; all of a sudden I felt a splash of coldness on my face, and I woke up gasping for air. The man with the deep ominous voice said, “Wakey wakey little man” I replied, “where the h*ll is Mako!” when I was fully aware of where I was, that’s when I started to panic.
In the beginning of times, written in the book of Genesis, God created the heaven and earth. He created light and darkness; sky and sea; land and vegetation stars, sun and the moon; sea creatures including fish and birds; and lastly animals and mankind. He began with his image of the man. He built him so perfectly and created a wife for him through his rib. The women became second to the man. The women is the helper of the man, to procreate and obey the man. God created the man to be the head of the house and the women to be submissive of the
“It’s going, it’s going, it’s gone.” said the announcer. Michael jogged around the bases feeling a overwhelming feeling. I finally hit a homerun, and it was in a time that really mattered, he thought.