Creative Writing: The Battle Of Ela

“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.

“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

“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.

Before the Earth was a place that animals inhabited, there was a small green planet orbiting around the sun close to Earth called Equis. Grass covered most of the flat planet. The only water to be found was in small pools. Equis was inhabited mostly by horses. The sun horses. The sun birthed the first generation of these horses and were carried on asteroids to Equis. These horses were beautiful, large, and strong. Most were yellow or red like the sun, with white flames for manes and tails. The possessed strong hooves and heavy bodies that made the planet shake when they galloped across it. There was a tribe of people residing on Equis. The moon had birthed them. Some of their skin was pale like the moon in it’s illuminated phase, others had

The sun was about to rise, but it was still dark outside in the city of Crete. A tall muscular man with chestnut brown hair and eyes that shifted between an emerald green and an electric blue was getting ready for the upcoming race by running laps around the city. His name was Grigolo and he claimed to be the fastest runner on the planet. Grigolo got out of his bed quite loudly and his wife stirred in her sleep groggily asking,

In the dark of the night the city of Manehattan stood. Lights from buildings with ponies still about, in the city that never sleeps. Three stallions two of which were guards inside of an abandoned office building. The two guards stood outside the office. With the door shut to their boss who was inside counting the counterfeited money he’d made during the week.

he told his parents this story, and they were quite thrilled to see Jacques so excited about learning this. A few days later at dinner, “About 40,000 people were executed.” stated Jaques pa. “40,000 people were executed? What people? Why?” asked Jacquel curiously, as he walked into the kitchen. Jacques pa didn’t know Jacques had been standing there. He told Jacquel, “40,000 people were executed during the Reign of Terror.” Jacquel had no idea what the Reign of Terror was, so he was just about to ask when his pa interrupted, “The Reign of Terror was a time period when Maximilien Robespierre ruled. He was a dictator, which means that only he ruled, and only he made the decisions.” “So others didn't help him in making the decisions?” asked Jacquel.

Lexa is looking at her from her lower position with a tender gaze. She talks before Clarke has the chance to kiss the inappropriate fullness of her lips.

Stella watched the whole ordeal unfold. Her best friend, Jara, was looking at the math test she had gotten five minutes prior when April, walked by on her way to grab a pencil she didn’t need a pencil. She didn’t need anything. She just wanted to she Jara’s test. April peered over Jara’s shoulder and snickered. “You are such an idiot, Jara!” she whispered. Mrs. Heath was oblivious. All she saw was April looking at Jara’s paper.

One day a group of men arrived on my island, Aeaea. The leader of the group was known as Odysseus and he had come with forty-five other men. I’m not sure why they are here but it must have something to do with the war in Troy. Maybe they're on a journey? As I watched them on their ship I saw their leader leave and go to scout out my island. He walked around for awhile until he caught sight of my castle. He heard my wolves howling and didn't dare to go on. When he returned to his men they feasted on a deer they had killed and I watched them fall into a deep sleep on the shore. When I awoke in the morning Odysseus and another man that I was unfamiliar had split the remaining men into two groups and were trying to decide who would come and explore

With sunglasses covering the stranger's eyes, Ben couldn't see them, but he possessed no doubts that, under the black glass, they'd be a cold, steely blue, and that knowledge, combined with the size of the stranger, almost as wide as he was tall, and the firmly pressed together, unsmiling lips, visible when he turned to look at the man who'd interrupted, caused a shiver to snake it's way down Ben's spine. These were not men to be fucked with. To his rear, he could hear the soft breathing of Sky, however, he didn't dare glance around to see if she'd followed his instructions, but instead kept his ears attuned for the sounds of movement as he stepped up to the counter, and placed his bulk between the assassin and Schuyler's hiding position.

It would be easy to spy the barbarian leader - and not because no one dare walk in front of her. Taller than many women, but shorter than most men, in streamline armor, so stained with blood and grime it turned dark, she carried herself far bigger than she was. A thick, fur collar rested on her shoulders too, part of a heavy cloak that made her seem wide, though not more than her hips. The heavy metal cups on her chest, large as summer melons, were filled with soft, feminine flesh, and the roundness shown in her hips were indeed the curves of maturity. Just by the weight she carried alone, it could be assumed she was muscular, a warrior on level with the best of her men, perhaps even higher. Scars raked her suntanned skin and showed in the uneven cut of her artery red hair. There was wear only on the surface though, her brown eyes beamed with undiminished youth, and her step was flowing, if heavy. If she had been badly injured before, lack of age helped her heal quick and seamless.

Elcarien knocked an arrow to his bow but did not pull it back. He looked down to the northern wall of the bandit camp, and saw Lydia waiting for an opening. Almost as if Lydia could tell Elcarien was looking at her, she pointed up, gesturing for him to take the guard positioned on top of the rock beside the eastern entrance.

“A nomad crossed over into the res while he was on patrol. Even though he called for help, they couldn’t reach him in time. Unfortunately, this leech had some sort of talent and the other boys arrived just as he launched a tree branch as big as my forearm at Embry’s chest. It hit him below his heart, but he’s not healing as he should, Bella and I think you might need to operate.” Responded