Creative Writing : The Story Of The Chests

“‘It’s probably the start of World War Three,’ said Lee. ‘We’ve probably been invaded and don’t even know.’”

Phoenix nodded back, the two of them sitting silently in the room for a few minutes before the ground started to shake, a loud crackling noise followed along with a blinding light that left them both stunned, they both knew what that meant.

“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.

“You didn’t love her. You just didn't want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was good for your ego...but you didn't love her. Because you don't destroy people you love”

"So, nightmare moon might of let her go because of the pain?" Twilight questions Cadence.

Artemis picked up the moon and observed it. Interesting she thought. . Then she threw the silvery ball of light into the sky.

“Shut-up and get serious,” Mike quipped in a dismissing tone and then began checking the gauges on the ice tube. “She’ll be here any second.”

“I want you to look at her and tell her you no longer want to be a part of our lives because she’s not worth living for.”

“Yes Samantha let me get it”. Tamara took off her backpack and got out the lotion and gave it to me.

For several days in succession fragments of a defeated army had passed through the town. They were mere disorganized bands, not disciplined forces. The men wore long, dirty beards and tattered uniforms; they advanced in listless fashion, without a flag, without a leader. All seemed exhausted, worn out, incapable of thought or resolve, marching onward merely by force of habit, and dropping to the ground with fatigue the moment they halted. One saw, in particular, many enlisted men, peaceful citizens, men who lived quietly on their income, bending beneath the weight of their rifles; and little active volunteers, easily frightened but full of enthusiasm, as eager to attack as they were ready to take to flight; and amid these, a sprinkling of red-breeched soldiers, the pitiful remnant of a division cut down in a great battle; somber artillerymen, side by side with nondescript foot-soldiers; and, here and there, the gleaming helmet of a heavy-footed dragoon who had difficulty in keeping up with the quicker pace of the soldiers of the line. Legions of irregulars with high-sounding names "Avengers of Defeat," "Citizens of the Tomb," "Brethren in Death"--passed in their turn, looking like banditti.

Once placed, a huge explosion of light and color embraced itself passed the planets. The galaxy exploded with light and color and it was the most beautiful thing that the spacemen have ever seen. Every planet colored individually and every single one was different. Some were red, and some were blue. They had different patterns and different shades. They knew as soon as they saw what had happened, Bableham would be very proud and eager to get his new planet there immediately. They then, returned to Bartledan and reported to the galactic empire once again.

“I’m going to fuse helium before going senile as a white dwarf. So is my life more worthless than yours?” Cicero-α bit on his lip and blinked a few times.

“I knew you were going to do this. I knew the second you found her you’d dump me. You’d choose her over me. And it isn’t

“That the last one?” Hunk asked, as Lance set down the heavy box at his feet.

It was night, Orion looked at Crota’s unmoving corpse as it lay still in the dark area. It had been 20 years since Eris had returned to tell the tale. She had told of the Darkness arriving on the moon and creating an army of Hive who had destroyed countless worlds. She had told how she and five other guardians had travelled to the moon and descended down the deep pits of the Hive nest.