Childrens Book

the sound of flapping wings. It grew louder. It looked like a white cloud rising from the lake, a flock

I believe that at the end of chapter 1 in the book we are meant to feel that Cole is a very mean person. Also that he thinks he is better than everyone and he is superior, the evidence to show this is on page 4 when it states “Still standing on the dock in front of everyone, Cole smirked as he undressed.” This piece of evidence shows that cole thinks he is better than the people because he is smirking as he undresses in front of them. Another piece of evidence to show that cole thinks he is better than everyone is on page 5 and it says “Nothing could be farther from the truth. To cole this was another big game.” This clearly is showing that cole thinks he is better than everyone he takes everything as a game he doesn’t really realize what is

A lithe form slinked through the pristine snow, her paws going numb from the constant unbridling unsuccessful search of prey. Being an experienced hunter now, PigeonEye knew that this was no small dilemma, but an ominous sign. She and a hunting party of three warriors had been sent out to hunt hours ago, and yet still, the terrain seemed barren, devoid of a stable amount of prey to feed their clan. The she-cat shivered and paused for a moment to survey they area, her fellow clan-mates halted and watched her with weary appearances, each thin and poignant. PigeonEye ignored them, an unshattered defiance and determination to serve her clan burning within her. If they did not bring back food when they returned, why return anyway. She was willing to die for her clan, even if she would die for a cause that might be remembered as pitiful foolhardy stubbornness.

When we reached the harbor, we walked down the long wooden bridge. The water below was was brackish, so we could only see halfway down to the bottom. That was when I saw a large slow moving grey piece of lumpy rubber. I called my family to come see the mass of rubber. When they had all come, something amazing happened. A small whiskery snout and

A loud noice like that was unlikely to not be by something living. "Hello?" I call out. No response, "Hellllloooooo??" No response.

Steamy air soaked Fianna’s clothes as she and Tan-tak-kle-ah tussled their way closer to the brink. A mere foot from the collapsing lip, Fianna sunk her knee into the Owl Woman’s groin, freeing herself and crawling away. With her nose and mouth filled with dust, she struggled to her feet, coughing and wheezing. Disoriented by the light, but astonishingly agile, the Owl Woman also stood, her back to Fianna. She lifted her feathered arms as if she were going to take flight and emitted a shrill wail that reverberated throughout the

"Tap tap tap tap". "Woah what was that"? "Its probably just the rain or wind". I went to my kitchen to get a snack when again I hear "tap tap". "Ok somethings up". As I peaked outside my slide door, I saw a huge

I had seen bald eagles before, but never in captivity or in their immediate vicinity. I had never heard one before. It was unnerving. Like a laugh, the eagle’s screech had

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I yanked one of the throwing knives out, flipped it and palmed the handle. Using the wall, I slid up, watching the sky for the bird. This time, I didn’t take my eyes off it. It was just as massive as I first thought, as it circled, its wings blocked the sky. It tucked its wings and dove right at me like a large rocket.

It all started in the summer of nine teen sixty two, ever since I visited my parent’s grave. A equine crow was staring at me. Equine because the crow was the size of a three year old toddler. It’s eyes were blood thirsty red and it had teeth, teeth that are white daggers. It kept staring at me and I couldn’t make myself look away, it felt as if the bird from hell was eating my soul. Then it occurred.

The heavy clear doors slammed open one by one; big bright lights pierced my eyes from above with little images of ceiling tiles surrounding me. I could barely focus on the objects let alone recognize them. People in navy blue uniforms huddled around me appearing to be in a hurry based on their bright red faces and the drops of sweat that were slowly dripping down their flushed skin. The drips of perspiration slowly puddled on my cold, dry skin. When all of a sudden the commotion around me came to an abrupt halt. Without warning, I blinked and found myself once again starring at the ceiling. Except this time my vantage point was much clearer and I saw my battered reflection of my broken and beaten down body. In the distance I could faintly

When i peered through the eyes of the mask, I felt happy, and somewhat evil. I felt like I could fly and look at the future

His skin, icy to the touch and his eyes glossed over with a sheet of frost. A circle of feathers surrounds him, some his own and some of the bird making a home in his chest cavity and pecking away at his insides with a blood tipped beak. Covering my mouth with the surgical mask I scavenged from the hospital, I turn his body over to find the cause of death. Angel's don't freeze, but people's hearts do.

The poor squirrel ran away after it dodged the first assault. The blackbird took flight to give chase. The black bird dove in like a bullet from a rifle. It was too fast to dodge as the poor squirrel saw its life flash over him. The black bird snatched the squirrel ad started to squeeze its life from it. The squirrel showed resistance but was clearly outmatched as it drew its final breath. The black bird took the lifeless body away to its nest to feast on its prey. As it flew through the dark and cold sky, suddenly a creature tackled the black bird making it drop the prey midair as it soon fell into the cold white field of snow. The unknown creature dove through the air making its way to the prey. Not wanting to lose its prey the black bird