Creative Writing: The Lybythian

“…dragged from the house on his knees. His face was bloody and when he tried to speak he cried with pain.”

“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.

"Turn back then, return with the pitful news without taking action beforehand. I'm sure the kits would love to hear it from their role models, their guardians even? To hear that they themselves couldn't retrieve a single item of food for their growing famine?" She turned to the warrior who spoke, head lifted defiantly. He backed

"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.

“Ok! It was an accident, but then why did she drove away, she might have called the ambulance and saved their life!. It was 7:00 in the morning and there was no one on the road. So, she just sneaked away and let them suffer.” After that, she broke into tears, lyla was surprised to see sally’s reaction instead of calming her down she was shocked and pale.

“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.

"Samuel's father is with them. He should be able to help while we help fight those things. Come on," he told her, pulling out a pistol for her to take. She grabbed it, putting it in her front pocket. "We have to inform the force."

“What else is there?” asked Cleo, as she starts to get back on her feet. The mother straightens up as much as she can, extending hand back to her

"Oh my god-- what happened? Miss?" the man said, standing up and coming closer to her.

“Ada,” his voice was surprisingly steady, given how unstable he was feeling. He could feel her fear. Her despair. “Please, don’t leave me alone. You promised, remember?”

“Am I hearing you properly?” Antoneso laughed mirthlessly. “Since when did you think that she belonged to you?”

“Be quiet, or he’ll hear you.” She crawed out into the darkness again. Julius, who was now frozen with fear, asked with a high pitched voice,

Ingrid had a slight guess at what some of her father's men were doing there, but she walked ahead through the path they had made with Dorian. "Josephine?" She called out, thinking that if anyone knew what was going on it would be her.

“I…I um,” she stammered. Giovanna pushed a long lock of chestnut hair out of her face as she grabbed her glass, gulping down her wine.