Creative Writing: Pompeii

“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

It's a typical summer day in the beautiful city of Pompeii in the year 79 A.D. The main street is packed with people -- women swishing by in long robes, men in tunics, children with leather sandals that slap against the hot stone streets.

“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.

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.

shadow on the rocks behind it. Its bowels, its beating heart. The brain that pulsed in a dull

When I was a kid, about 5 to 8 years old, my hands would always get cold whenever the surrounding air is chilly. My dad would always tell me to rub them together, like you would in order to make fire. And so I did it. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. My fingers grind against each other from the tips of my little fingers to the base of my palm, but none of this worked. My hands still are cold, stone cold. Then my dad said after watching me rub for a whole 3

Haley James olive toned hands gripped the black leather steering wheel as she drove down main street away from Karen's cafe and away from the man that she very much wanted to be with. “Asshole.” Haley thought to herself thinking about her once best friend Lucas Scott; the friend that Haley had always gone to when things got tough and it was the same way around for him. They always had some kind of bond that made them each others shoulder including when Jamie died, Haley knew that she could always go to Lucas when she needed someone to talk too, but she didn't know that Lucas blamed her for Jamie's death. Nine years later and Lucas finally says the words that Haley never thought she'd hear him say, but then she never thought he would get this

Motionless within the sandy embrace of the tall dune, Billy waited while the sweat ran like tiny streams down his dust-stained face, but he could hear nothing above the roar of the pounding surf. He lay on his back within the small depression, musket cradled upon his chest, eyes straining to pierce the thin forest that bordered the great dunes, searching for movement while his ears strained to catch any sound that would alert him to the presence of his hunters…but he saw and heard nothing of his pursuers, only now and again did he hear the sharp cries of hungry gulls above the din of the lake as they wheeled above.

On my way back up the hill to camp, I heard this noise, It was loud, and weird. So I ran up the

It was late. The moon had risen high and the starry sky brightening up the dark night. Various hex-tech lamps lit up the mostly clear streets of Piltover, and the buildings had their lights off. All, but one.

across the room upstairs. Through the cracks in the floorboards I saw a large shadow with a

I am afraid this is my fault, for letumosis spreading to Peony. If only I wasn’t Lunar, my gorgeous little sister would still be alive. She could’ve danced with now Emperor Kai – had all of her dreams come true. So many Earthens have died, only because I bestowed upon them the curse of the sickness. Letumosis takes your life slowly, one by one. I know letumosis is the main point of all this, but could it just have been me who’s spread it to the rest of the population? Four stages, all miserable. I watched Peony in that last stage, dying because of me. Her yellow skin, her crusty nails, her once lively eyes closed for one last time. Why was I born Lunar? Why did I have to be some princess, when being cyborg already made my life miserable? Of course, I was full of shock when I

For several days in succession fragments of a defeated army had passed through the town. They were mere disorganized bands, not disciplined forces. The men wore long, dirty beards and tattered uniforms; they advanced in listless fashion, without a flag, without a leader. All seemed exhausted, worn out, incapable of thought or resolve, marching onward merely by force of habit, and dropping to the ground with fatigue the moment they halted. One saw, in particular, many enlisted men, peaceful citizens, men who lived quietly on their income, bending beneath the weight of their rifles; and little active volunteers, easily frightened but full of enthusiasm, as eager to attack as they were ready to take to flight; and amid these, a sprinkling of red-breeched soldiers, the pitiful remnant of a division cut down in a great battle; somber artillerymen, side by side with nondescript foot-soldiers; and, here and there, the gleaming helmet of a heavy-footed dragoon who had difficulty in keeping up with the quicker pace of the soldiers of the line. Legions of irregulars with high-sounding names "Avengers of Defeat," "Citizens of the Tomb," "Brethren in Death"--passed in their turn, looking like banditti.

I remember two years ago I went down south to stay with my mom's family for two months and I did not see my household family during this time, but my parents and brother came to pick me up and on the way back we stopped at a truck stop, my mom and I stayed in the car while my dad and brother went inside. I could see my brother coming back to the car, once he got inside he handed me this bracelet. I looked down at

Why couldn't Sir Perceval enjoy a nice, quiet supper at Camelot's Cup and Sword Tavern?