Creative Writing: The Senate And People Of Rome

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.

It was a dark and stormy night. I, Jonathan Harker, was shaking and I didn't know what was going on. I was seeing terrifying shadows around my room. Also, last night, I thought a person or a thing was behind me, but I couldn't see its reflection through the mirror. I didn't know what to do, so I started packing.

i was getting super bored julius had begun to leave at month at a time leaving me with augustus and his family, and his annoying council members . i hated them they were low and sniveling and i could feel their un approving gaze whenever i would be walking around the house not doing my supposed wifely duties, which bothered me because i knew the council members would ask crude questions about me to augustus, i had begun months ago eavesdropping on augustus’s affairs with the council , it probably fueled them saying i would never get married because i wasn't the ideal patrician woman. but today i was determined to go speak to augustus i had to see him and make sure he was ok and not working himself to death like he usually does when

It was March 21st, 1765 and everything in the colony of South Carolina was as usual. I was walking back from the main store in the middle of town, I had gone to the store for some flour. I got home and helped my mother with dinner. The Seven Years War had ended a few years ago and the colonies are still recovering. The British Crown has put the sugar and currency acts on us but there are no real disruptions here.

it is so quiet compared to what i was prior encompassed by. as my eyes adjust and my surroundings come into focus i see strange scribble upon unknown items. where am i and what have i just walked myself into?

1,2,3,4,....10, here I come, shouted William as he uncovered his eyes, and began to search for his cousins. Both laying down flat on their stomachs, Augustine, and Margaret hid in the thick grass in the open fields on the side toward the house at the Parish plantation. It was now deep into the evening, and the trio was playing a little game of hiding in seeking. No matter how old Augustine got, she was still very much child-like, she loved to have fun and was indeed a free spirit. While William was in his search for the two girls, Augustine looked at Margaret, and Said while thinking to withhold massive laughter, said why is it, he is always skipping numbers? Has he not learned how to count to ten? Margaret would then reply, laughing at Augustine.

Pillars of stone from the floor to the ceiling made one feel as though he were caged.

“John you know that using actual print will not give us the audience we seek”.

the Talon empire is a massive intergalactic empire that has ruled galaxies for hundreds of thousands of years. they enslave solar systems in order to pillage for resources and technology to expand their invincible empire. the Talon Empire is run by the council; a Large inner circle of unknown forces who are seen as a divine power. there has never been a record of any physical contact from the council except for specific orders and instructions that are communicated to only the highest ranks of the Empire and even that is only done through visions. upon the voyages of the Talon Empire; the Empire had picked up a massive signal of activity in a near solar system. after warping through space the Empire had found planet earth. Earth had become the number one priority target, due to its vast array

“Hush, Aleixo. Do not say such words. He will punish you,” Mother whispered, as if fearful Hades, the God of the Underworld-- Son of Titan Cronus and Rhea, would materialize and snatch them away their world into a place of infinite fire and destruction.

Pluto watched from a monitor at the new subject in his trial. It was an elderly man near his 60s with a frail frame and thin white hair in a light patch around the back of his scalp. Through the camera, Pluto observed the man enticed by the planted shrub made for the sole purpose of luring humans who acted upon their emotion. As soon as the elderly man picked the shrub, the ground cracked open and took him into the depths where Pluto's kingdom resided. Seized into the underworld, Pluto asked for the man's name. The man frowned and shook his head, “I have no reason to tell you anything about me. I've learned by now that I should not waste my breath on people who do not know what value my breath is.” Pluto cocked his head to the side slightly,

Teasing Calahan had always been a joy for Bailey. She loved to make him ache for her as much as she ached for him on a daily basis. Even when they were fighting all Bailey would want was for him to take her in his arms, tell her how much he loved her. Though most of the time that didn't happen and she'd go to bed angry over something. Yet now? There they were on the verge of once again fucking for not the first time, but second time in only a few short hours. Watching his face as she stroked his hard cock with her hand the rest of her body ached for him. Everything inside of her ached in that moment as she felt him rock her hips against him. Removing her hand from his cock she climbed off him as a smirk appeared on her lips. Climbing up the bed she opened his nightstand drawer, pulling out a pair of his handcuffs she moved back to him. Holding them up she tilted her head letting her blonde hair flow around her face.

It was an icy foggy morning on the planet Isthar, in the old church me and my spotter Leo set up in the day before. The warm comforts of the summer and spring were singing their last woeful good by chorus as the first snow fell to the ground ushering in a time of fall and winter. It was quite the pictorial scene for a firefight.

I wonder what they will call this. The fall of the Jedi, The Sacking of Coruscant, maybe even The Great Revolution. History is decided by the winners after-all.