Creative Writing: Rosemore-The Kingdom Of The Wylie

I ran, my feet bloodied and aching, my ankle unsteady and shrieking in pain. I ignored it, gasping

“You okay in there?” concern for his well being this is a trip he thinks to himself. Keeping me hostage feeding him and taking care of his wounds but not revealing themselves. Hunter just shakes his head and replies.

Turning off the TV, Andrew grabbed his keys and rushed to the garage, angry for not being more cautious. Driving down the street as fast as he could to get to the cleaners, he said, “I wonder if Margaret has her phone. I will call it,” he said, pushing the buttons, he waited, and said, “Oh, no; it went directly to voice mail. She must have turned it off, but why would she do that?”

As we walk into this church, we will walk into a warm and friendly atmosphere. The ceilings will be made of glass which would make one feel closer to nature which symbolizes being closer to God. My inspiration for this church is Arkansas' Thorncrown Chaple. Just like this chapel, my church will have warm light to make people feel welcome and at home, just like a person would in heaven. When we walk in we would see the baptismal font as a fountain that runs all around the church. This water surrounding the church is showing how God surrounds us. As we go further along in the church, we will see the pews made of solid maple wood stained very dark with bright blue cushions symbolizing the dark dirt under the blue sky and God all in between. The

only children weep” ”. This is a good example of empathy because the author reinforces a personal sense of justice over cultural acceptance in the reader by pointing out injustices so simple a child can recognize them. Adults cannot accept things as easily due to having lived under certain cultural and social norms for a while. But children who have yet to be completely influenced by their

Profound in the love shared between the father and son, their sense of unity kept them pushing through the pain for “each the other’s world entire” (6). In a society painted by shades of grey, one cannot help but at times feel the desire to fade into the world full of suffering. In the father’s perspective “there were few nights lying in the dark that he did not envy the dead ” (230). However, the man is fortunate because he has a spark in his life that motivates him to keep going- the boy. Many others before the man took their own life in an attempt to rescue themselves from the doomed life ahead. However for the father, “the boy was all that stood between him and death” (29). The father possess such love for the boy that no matter what the situation is he will never take the easy route out. He will never put his own needs over the boy’s. He will never leave him to try to fend for his own. Furthermore, if the boy were to ever depart life before him he “would want to die too” (11), thus proving that the boy is the father’s incentive to carry on. With the love for his son in mind, the father is enabled to carry on with his life. During a difficult situation, love encourages one to see it to the

There was a sense of impeding doom that turned my stomach. Although I couldn't bear to look at the mask I held outreach to you, my eyes were tempted to look to you. I side-swiped a glance at you before you took the mask. My eyebrow arched as you looked at me, visibly distraught. My eyes did a double take, and my gaze fell curiously back on you. I sensed a feeling of unease from you, and became immediately confused. “Your master never teach you Torture 101, Mr. Ren?” Although I was mocking you, there was a sense of concern in my voice, as I looked over to the Dug and then back at you. “You look like you've seen a ghos-” Holding out the mask in front of you, I watched you intently as your eyes fixated on the item. My eyes narrowed at that reaction, and suddenly, it made sense to me. Perhaps you had seen a ghost. Fully educated in the many various connections within the Force, I wondered if in this moment you had seen anything. If in this moment, his darkness had fallen on you. I pondered the horrors you had witnessed... and if any one of those horrors was my own. I wondered if it was pain you experienced, and even... if that pain was my own.

hard work of the world, and at the same time delight in the many-sided beauty of life. With soul of flame and

Addison acknowledged the spoken truth with a simple nod. “Fair enough, you did. I suppose we know what’s for supper tomorrow.”

Hello! My name is Emrys Sammons. I currently go to steller secondary, a small alternitive school baised on responsible freedom. I am enjoying the class so far and am looking foward to future projects. my favorate color is green and my favorate food is spegiti and meatballs. I read, just not very

After some time it was apparent they had no idea which way they were going, time seemed relative. Minutes seemed like hours, and hours seemed even longer when you fear for your life. Each gunshot seemed to slow the clock even more.

What would it be like to live this way? Arthur wondered as he lay on the narrow bed in Guinevere's tiny home.

"Millie, why are you back so -" asked Fortune concerned, her words stopping abruptly at sight of Millicent covered in a mud stained dress that once was beautiful.

Arden was stunned when he was willing to tell her about his scars. She almost dropped her sewing needle when listening to his first tale, “Were you suicidal?! If I were around you at the time, we would have had words,” and was applauding at his second tale, “A wild lycan?! Not many can take on and live to tell a tale like yours. I wish I had been there to see it.” It would have been a nice trophy to keep for sure. Though it did being up thoughts on how durable this man actually was. Particularly since during the fall he was more worried for their safety than his own.

Moreover, he reminds readers that if we continue to stand idly by and neglect helping others rather than showing mercy and understanding for others, as the author himself puts it, “We are all implicated when we allow other people to be mistreated. An absence of compassion can corrupt the decency of a community, a state, a nation. Fear and anger can make us vindictive and abusive, unjust and unfair, until we all suffer from the absence of mercy and we condemn ourselves as much as we victimize others” (18). This ultimately brings fear and anger to a community towards the very same individuals that have sworn an oath to protect them, but instead are the cause of pain and suffering. By continuing to suffer from the absence of mercy, we are blinded by hate for those who wronged us and desperate our search for retribution in hope that it will bring us comfort. This results in the unfair convictions of many innocent and helpless individuals, as well as our remorse that will haunt us forever.