Creative Writing: The Chimera

“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.

The group intervened, quickly turning the fight to one against the other three men and Trenna. The other women aided sera Natasha back into the clothiers room and locked the door as they saw to the horrible bruise on her throat that left her unable to speak. Once Conal was finally subdued, Trenna took him to the Under Bailey while others raced to the Courtyard to help fight the Blue Wraith who appeared as the fighters were seeing to Conal. Understanding that Conal failed in his attempt to steal the focus, the blue wraith disappeared.

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.

Good. I touch the icon and drag it. Oh, it’s following my finger’s movement. Alright, let’s see… I drag it to the slot that indicates my right hand. Immediately, the bokutõ shows up on my hand with a quick white light.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

A beautiful suite of 1 bed, 1 Full bath, Living room and kitchen. It has available car parking and gardening space in Dale City, Wood-bridge.

She had heard rumors that Chief Quidel's tribe had set traps around their own land and liked to scalp for amusement. Nobody dared to cross them. With a sigh Cocheta ran around stealthily. Cocheta screamed. When an animal trap claimed on her ankle. Consequently, the tribe of fire will find it easier to locate her. She has to run faster knowing she might get caught in the process. Within seconds she was in the clutches of her enemies bloody hands. "Let's skin this pretty". More surround her as she feels the knife come to her hairline. She thought her bravery showed that she was willing to die for peace. Immediately the pressure on her temple was gone. She opened her eyes to a gruesome sight. All the men had an arrow in their chests. She shed a tear. This is what she wants to stop, the deaths the war is creating. She once again was thankful she got out of that

The monster then got up, and charged up some sort of lightning-based beam. He then shot it towards all directions, bringing down buildings, trees, even the ground started to shake a bit. The Hero realised how powerful Zero is, and that he needed to take him down as soon as possible. He then leaped again towards Zero, this time, aiming for the 2nd head. He then striked the neck as hard as he could, and that head was soon lifeless, just like the other head he had just previously

For, what had happened to the warrior’s cerebrum was tantamount to an F5 tornado flattening an entire town. The aftermath, a staggering desolate wasteland where fluctuating degrees of grays and blacks shadowed the Angel’s once, vibrant, vivid mind.

After Mildred closes the door behind her, I'm left there stunned. Not only by what she said, but how she said it. It sounded sweet, almost caring, as if she cared about me could she? I ask myself. I shake my head. No that can't be, I'm loosing it, just like I almost lost it when she asked me about the girl., so I had to lie about it to protect her.

As the winds wisp through the willowy woods on one warm November nighttime, our worrisome subject eyes a wooden orifice far into the night. The crunch of leaves and pinestraw accompany his stroll through the midnight Mississippi forest. Spanish moss waves through the wind as Deacon, or as he is affectionately known by his friends as Deac, moves ever so closer to this new object. It is the source of his visit to this mundane backwood land that appears otherworldly to Deac. A cabin in the woods is where Deacon is making his trek to, to visit his girlfriend’s family. “They could’ve told me that I couldn’t drive to the cabin,” Deacon mumbled to himself as he battles the brisk, hard blast of the breeze in the barren woodland. Deacon reaches the door of the

“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

As the creature lurched forward Venn raised his shield and roared at her, his cry did nothing to instill fear in her as he had hoped, and she simply lurched forward, thrusting the dagger in her hand at him, he pulled back as she kept going lurching and stabbing, untill finally she leapt at him, swinging her knife down, Venn held up his sword and the dagger came down upon it, the two clshing in place, the creature clashed against Venns' shield as her wight carried her forward, and as quickly as he could, Venn knelt and let her momentum carry her forward, lifting his shield he felt her dagger whistle past his ear as he threw himself to the side, and the soulless woman flew past him, tumbling with ugly cracks and the sounds of painful landings

“If this doesn’t work, I’m blaming you.”, Zelda whispered as they were doing a dramatic walk towards the flowers.

So, as she flys forward to attack once more, I throw my hands up creating spikes of darkness. The darkness pushes through the light solidifying around me. The Winged One has no time to stop or slow so she flies forward to the spikes protecting. One of them stabs straight through her left wing. The woman lets out a bloodcurdling cry then is as limp as a rag doll.