Creative Writing: Roden's Funeral

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.

“Where are the traps, Brad?” Steph called out, hoping that in the asking, her husband would check the traps. “There are turds on the soap again,” she shouted louder, almost accusatory, as though Brad were responsible for the rodents’ misdeeds.

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

A group of medical students awaited their guest lecturer at the local morgue. The man was from a foreign country and was the best cardiologist the world had ever seen. The doctor walked into the room at the morgue and a rush of fresh air swept through the room.

One week after Mark and his friends planned to travel to California, they packed up and we're ready to leave town. When left town they were making plans on what they were gonna do.When on the way they pass a house that didn't look abandoned, but looked like no one lived there, it gave us the creeps! It really looked dark and dreary with paint chipped off windows broken and one little light on in the attic. So then Mark decides to stop at the house and check it out. It had just turned dark so yeah we had to stay there. Really?There was no food so they ate what they brought, and they turned the tv on. Then they decided to go check the whole house out, see what's in it.

“You call that a punch?” the man chortled. He turned to his friends and punched them softly in mockery. Understanding the situation, they began laughing too- them and all the bystanders. Demetri’s expression didn’t change. He wouldn’t run, he didn’t have a seed of fear for this man like the fear had for his master. He was not afraid of someone who was most likely a dimwit. Demetri would probably be able predict the things the man would do, predict even the things he would say in just a moment.

I already changed your name from "Stephan" to **"Stephen"** on your partner account, and **"Steve"** as your nickname that can be seen on the rider's app.

“Guess they’re just getting old,” Andrew said, worried that they might start asking questions that he would rather not answer.

On an island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. No one had ever been to this kingdom, too scared to disturb whoever was living in there. Although, one day Becky and her boyfriend, Xavier, decided they wanted to go to the kingdom and find out what was going on there. They started announcing that they were going to try, people were going crazy telling them they couldn’t go, no one knew what could happen there. Xavier and Becky ignored everyone, it was their goal and they were going to finish it, they just didn’t know when and how.

After the meeting, I met up outside the house. I would have walked but I was about 10 minutes late to meet Toby and Zekkyou. Dashing into the forest, I saw the two waiting there and also chatting to eachother. Slowing down slightly, I waved to them.

Celia's smile, slaphappy and serendipitous way of life has always intrigued me. Likewise, Sarah's perpetually composed expression, amazing strength and treasured friendship is constantly captivating, especially whenever I drift off into Neverland. Can I tell you? Sarah is a lovely human being, downright lovely. Matthieu, on the other hand, I barely know. Our paths first intersected in the month of May years ago when he asked me to co-present at a conference in Lillee. Though we haven't spoken much since, he is forever a friend.

Hunnigan smiled at his admission that the northern wood was everything she claimed it to be. Stroking a potential business partner’s ego was key to getting them to agree more easily. Not that she figured Galien would fight with her on the proposition. He held his homeland with high regard and appeared to do anything to protect it. She noted that years ago, but it was never more evident he cared more for the North than his King then the meeting a fortnight ago where he wanted to outsource weapons to the North. It was clever.

Claws sink into my shoulders, tearing through my skin, my muscle, drawing long lines down my back. I am tense, trying to fight back against the beast that is unseen and everywhere. It pulls at my eyes, blurring my vision, tugging unwanted tears from me, making it near impossible to see the dark green carpet of my room.

Altor suddenly thought back to the scroll that was still in the satchel. Strangely enough, the guard had either forgotten or neglected to take away either that, or his weapon. He went to go open up the scroll when the large figure said to them, “Be careful, it might be a trap,” he said with a sarcastic tone.

Makenzie and I have been waiting for this forever. Makenzie and I are at the fair in Lake City. We are very excited and scared at the same time. “I’m scared to do this” I said. “Me too,’’ Makenzie said. We were going to ride the elephant today.