Creative Writing: Yagali's Home

The door shut behind him and Georgaina walked down the steep, grassy hill. She was near the bottom when a pain, familiar to her, ripped through her abdomen like a dull, serrated knife. She collapsed, gasping for breath and clutching her stomach. Slowly, after what felt to her like hours, the pain went from a sharp knife to a dull ache. Tears had filled her eyes and she blinked them back as she stood cautiously, not trusting her own legs. She took a deep breath, and focused on putting one foot in front of the other, determined to get to the forest that lay around the hill. Her head pounded, but she figured she would worry about it

As Jason and Miss Golden had help reunite William and Daisy, they had walked out into the corridors happy and overwhelmed, this curse was over and not upon Jason anymore. This was not a happy ending for just William and Daisy, but also for Jason and Miss Golden, or so they thought. Going down the flights of stairs, giggling and holding hands, Jason and Miss Golden were already talking about future plans and where to eat out later. Little did you know, William did not feel like letting Jason or Miss Golden go, despite the fact that they helped William and Daisy reunite. The curse may be over, but one was cursed and will fill the pain and suffer.

While even the doctor proclaims that she died because she was overjoyed to see him alive, it was the opposite that happened. After having experienced a brief moment of what it was like to be free from an oppressed life she just could not bring herself to the thought of living another moment of that repressed life.

At this point in her life she was becoming sick and was afraid she would be sold away from her family.So later the day she

His head began ringing from the sound, his body tensed up and warm tears began to drop from his face. Soon after, he fell unconsciousness and escaped the sounds that haunted him. He felt something warm brush his hand and a whisper in his ear.” Stay... strong... my darling” and his body suddenly felt calm. The warmness drifted away from his hand and He regained consciousness. He found himself still suffering from the shrieks of the fallen. He eyes opened wide, set up, leaned against his sister’s bed and sighed. He pulled his legs to his chest and wrapped his arms around his leg waiting for the screams to stop. In that moment, area fell into a loud silence.

The weeks went by slowly, as Breya’s condition became worse. Day by day she became weaker. They spent the last of their time together laying under the great pine, the sweet aroma and children’s laughter comforted the girls. Before long, Breya became too weak to walk, she had to stay home and rest. As her time grew shorter she could feel the life force being drained from her body; stealing every last bit of the little energy that was left. Her head had become so bare that she wore a beanie all the time, embarrassed her shiny scalp.

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After saying goodnight to Simon and Magnus, Clary quickly shut the door to the library. The hallway was silent and still as the ocean tide, she had heard Lilian call for her just as her best friends in the world told her their goodbyes for the night. Magnus had conjured up a portal which would take him and Simon back to the village where they lived. Simon lived in a simple but modest house, on the outskirts of town, on a farm with his Mother and older sister. Magnus however, resided in a small, comfortable loft just above the local clothing store.

After John harnessed the team to the wagon, he, Charity, and Charles loaded Uriah into it. She and Charles then headed to town with him. She left John and Martha Jane to watch over the younger children, with strict orders that they had all better be on their best behavior until her return. John was nearly twelve; she figured he ought to be capable of watching the little ones.

Drenched and frozen, only the warmth from their mothers’ kept the young creatures sustained. The trees’ limbs hung low from the weight of the swampy atmosphere; causing the joyous ambience of the forest to restrain her passion.

“Mags, come on, we got to get to the rally point, it’s just down the hall,” John said, leader of the 117th squadron. The mission was to get to the rally point in the middle of an invading alien species Mothership. The squadron was composed of 4 outstanding marines, the best of the best. They are part of the selected few, the Guardians.

I play football here at ULM and we have been in our fall camp for the last 23 days. It is a mental, physical, and emotional strain and tensions are running high. One day early on in camp we were out in the blistering heat practicing. We were almost finished when we called a screen pass and I was going to be the main blocker for the play and if I messed up it wouldn't work. Then as soon as the ball was snapped I stepped with the wrong foot first. This slowed me down and the defender was able to clobber our receiver behind the line of scrimmage. My position coach, Coach Clark, immediately ran over yelling, "What are you doing? Where is the direction you can't lose your man on that play?" I knew what I had done wrong, "I can't let him get up the

Sue froze where she stood, frozen for what must have felt like hours. “You mean, he waited all of this time to paint his masterpiece and not only did he paint it for me but – he used his life to paint it.” Sue was overwhelmed at the thought, she was the reason Mr. Behrman had gone out that night, she was the reason he had passed away. “I caused his demise, my own selfishness did this!” Sue cried. Johnsy quickly took hold of Sue’s hands and said to her: “No darling, you did just the opposite, you showed Mr. Behrman what he had been looking for, for these years. You inspired his masterpiece!” Understanding then that Mr. Behrman’s sacrifice for her, was no sacrifice at all, his dream had been fulfilled and he had continued his journey. At that

He thought he would surprise Aileana tonight and see if she was up for a road trip. We would take the Harley over to the small coastal village of Tongue, which is only an hour east of Durness. Kendrick planned for them to have dinner at the Ben Loyal Hotel. They have a wonderful restaurant called The Ben. Their website stated they had ‘magnificent views of the Kyle of Tongue, Ben Loyal, Ben Hope and the ruin of Castle Varrich’ all from the restaurant. Kendrick also wanted them to enjoy one of the rooms of the Ben Loyal Hotel; he thought it would be a pleasant change for them to sightsee a tad the next day before heading back to Durness.

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