Creative Writing: Ultraagent Oracle

“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.

Everybody was gone. Evacuated, they called it. The Pearl of Asia, a city once renowned the world over for its vibrant music and art scenes, along with its French-style architecture –now devoid of living souls. The city centre was only a corpse of its former self: the central market was completely unrecognisable; the surrounding houses now just piles of brick and wood. They said that we did not need cities, that we were corrupted by Western values. They would create a new society, free from the old ways of money and greed. The past five years had been quite abominable, so everybody hoped that this new government would finally bring peace.

I wrap my scarf around my neck and reach down to lace up my boots. Careful not to drop my cross body bag as it swings down, I stand up straight and walk out the door. As I lock the front door behind me, I inhale a deep breath. This is my favorite time of year. The air is brisk, yet the sun is warm on my skin. I begin my walk to work since my car officially died yesterday. This is the third time this month, but I don’t really mind. I love walking when the weather is like this. The sounds of leaves crunching beneath my feet sounds like music.

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.

On weekends, groups of Italian boys piled out of Milan-licensed Range Rovers. They unloaded skis, pulled on Dolomite ski pants and down jackets and trudged up to the slopes. There were a few Australians from the local youth hostel skiing in jeans.

“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.

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“Well, Idris would go with her. Apparently, the merchant offered that, too, and said they had many fine warriors with whom he might train. Ilene said something else about how Anna thought it was a fine opportunity.”

"Thanks for the ride." Duane slapped the trunk, and then watched it fall over the edge. He expected to hear the shrieking of metal, or an explosion, but after half a minute, there'd been nothing. The abyss must have been deeper than he'd anticipated, and any sounds lost between the red-rock walls. Knowing that the Thunderbird would never be located, Duke was content when he turned to Karmen, wiped sweat from his brow with the back of a hand, and decided not to mention how cute she looked. Nothing like a woman all hot and bothered, with a flushed face and beads of perspiration coating her skin. Hopefully he'd get to see her in such a state again, under different

Walking down the basement stairs she made her way to a desk hidden in the back corner. Rifling through the drawers, she quickly found what she was looking for, closing her eyes with a relieved sigh. Shoving the item in her pocket, she reached out, wrapping her hand around a nearby baseball bat.

“Downstairs in the ER. One of the Monty’s got us here,” she replied. Now that she was safe, she started to shake. Great! Another panic attack.

I was a 5 star general back in my days, I remember it clear as day. It was the start of world mole 2, I was ready to go out for battle. I was lucky because from birth I was a cam-mole, so I can get past the snakes. The can run but we can hide! I was in charge of digging all the trenches. Because due to my cam-moleflage, the enemy would never see me all I had to do was slip in dig the trenches. Once their dug the other moles can crawl in. It's a hard job out there, if i'm being honest! I mean the ground moles can barely survive. Good thing that we have air moles, I don’t know if we would make it without them. The swoop in and save the day. But me I am just a simple digger, and great at it to!

“She’s alive?” Pax tried to push up look at Raven but Surefire held him in place.

Hi Sharks. I am Zachary, from Akkad in the Akkadian empire. Akkad is near both the Tigris and Euphrates river, it’s near the Persian gulf, and it is very flat. We are known for the first and the only empire of Sargon the great! Were also known for paying soldiers and hiring governors! I was once a merchant,when I traded goods, it was very hard for me to carry them back from other countries. I always have a sore back from carrying or dragging the goods around. I always thought there could be a solution. And then I had an idea, and the wheel was born!

Finally, they hear a noise in the distance and strain their eyes. They immediately assume it’s a group of men coming to save them, but they are unsure. “‘Who are they?’ asked Georg quickly, straining his eyes to see what the other would gladly not have