I Am A Coward - Original Writing

realize that I have to fight, and I have to win. I draw my sword, ice spirals around me, as I summon the shadows inside of me to come out, to power me through. Kai calls out my name, and I waver. Before i have the time to come back to my senses, a wolf blazing with flames knocks me off of my feet. I grab my sword and stab the wolf in it’s heart. As I do this, I feel a pain spreading in my body. Without acknowledging it, I bolt for the other three wolves. I now have two swords in my hand, and throw them at the eyes of the smaller of the three. What’s happening? Why do I feel like i’m destroying.. Myself? The two wolves have fallen, and i’m face to face with the head of the pack, My very own loving mother. I drop the swords, heavy with layers

Before I knew it, his chest was against my left shoulder. This time hurt more than the last. It stung, it burned, it made my chest ache and ache, but it was not nearly as painful as the ache I felt knowing I was a puddle. My breath was knocked from my lungs in a haze of onyx, swirling smoke, engulfing my vision before dissipating and leaving me to deal with the aftermath of his attack. I was forced backwards again (again, again, time after time, my life was running in circles, I was a broken, repeating record, again, again, AGAIN). I felt his teeth on my neck again, multiple bites, some stinging and some bruising. But after having felt his teeth before, they did not hurt as much as the second time. I figured this attack would be a rehash of the one that preceded it, but Volterra proved to pull a bit of creativity out on me. The earth beneath my left hind hoof moved up and sent the rest of my body falling to the right, the force of his chest aiding my

     Undaunted Courage is a very detailed account of what Ambrose considers the most important expedition in American history, Lewis and Clark’s exploration of the west. Ambrose attempts to project Thomas Jefferson’s vision of a country that stretches from sea to shining sea, of an open road to the west, of an “Empire of Liberty”. Ambrose repeatedly shows how important the expedition was to the United States and especially to Thomas Jefferson by giving examples of the powers given to Lewis by Jefferson in order to complete the expedition. Lewis is given a letter of credit signed by

Loraine looks up at me with dead eyes. Her hair, spiraling down around her pale, pasty face, makes her eyes appear sunken. “I can’t believe you!” I say, trying to control my breathing, “You killed everyone I love, and now you’ve gotten me sent to prison. Aren’t you satisfied

Slowly I sank to the bottom and watched what would be my last bubbles float upwards breaking at the surface. It was then that it dawned on my why the monster had let go of me. I look down and saw that my arm was gone, ripped off by the soldier. I felt no pain as I sat at the bottom of the lake, creatures slowly gathering around me in my last minutes. I saw no grieving in the eyes of the animals around me, just pure delight in my death. It was sad really that I had to die at such a young age. And why I asked myself, because I had left my cave to feast upon a good meal, that is why I was brutally

What is courage? Is it bravery, or is it something that keeps you going? For my parents, courage was just to survive. Being born during a war torn economy system is difficult, but you wouldn’t know until you’ve experienced it. Starting out from absolutely nothing then working your way through life. There was no hope, no goals, nor any ambitions. Giving up was one of the options, but that never occurred in their minds.

“Okay, okay, already,” Murray said snickering. “Ahhh… here we are, a princess, perfect for you, Henry.”

The man got up and stood his ground as the massive beast barreled towards him. The man knew that he had one chance to make it out of this fight alive. Everything seemed to slow down as the man became focused on the approaching threat. He had noticed a break in the beast’’s armor. Just below the stomach lay a deformity, the Achilles heel of the monster. It would be difficult to hit but he knew that it must be done to be able to bring the monster down. He began to run towards the beast now, his senses heightened and he felt as if he was watching himself from above. The beast was now 100 yards away and it traveled at the same pace as it did before. Just before they connected, the man slid below the beast. Time was moving at snail's pace in the man’s eyes and he was just below the deformity. He thrust his sword up into the beast and the sword cut through like slicing butter. The man made it to the other side of the beast. The monster was motionless, then after a good minute had passed the nightmare had toppled over in a heap of flesh. The sword no longer glowed as he returned it to it’’s scabbard. The deed had been done, so he thought. He heard movement from where the beast was and he turned just in time to see a dark mist darting towards the trees, then it was gone. The man knew that this was far from

"And had he ever said that same thing to you' if anybody asked you haven't seen him'?"

My adrenaline started to accelerate; the blood in my body flowed quickly through my veins making them become thicker and prominent. I looked all around me for the slightest movement. Time and space seemed frozen in motion, no one in sight. I softly moved my feet one in front of the other. Then I stopped, motionless. I heard the sound of footsteps and I quickly turned around to find someone plunging upon me. It was an Inquisitor. He swung his sword at me. I dodged it and quickly grabbed his arm. Then it happened so fast, my heart started pounding, and I took his arm and broke it as if it was a frail twig snapping. The sound of the bone breaking was completely obstructed by his scream of pain. He stumbled to the ground. I slowly picked up his sword. I started swinging it, and finally I brought it down, killing him. I ripped it away from his bloody body. Attentively I looked at myself in the clear white reflection of the sharp sword. The blood streamed down it until it reached my sanguinary hands. I fell down to my knees, my ankle was definitely broken. Then gruesome war cries obstructed my hearing. I looked behind me and saw a horde of men running towards me. I tried getting up there was no way I could even walk. I knew they would chase me until justice has been served. I thought, “Should I live to be tortured atrociously, or should I put an end to this torture?” This question went through my mind many times. After only a couple of minutes, I

She will be mine!” ‘Yeah, right.’ I’m thinking to myself. He leaves the club and closes the door to run errands. Now, she and I are alone as I take a stroll around the bed with the dimmed red lights following my shadow analyzing her potential and determining which role she will play in my world. She is too valuable to share, so she will be all mine. Lanzone will be mad because I am going to make her a vampire. Just as I think this, she starts coughing loudly catching me by surprise. I comfort her, “Hey, hey, hey now. Are you alright?” I grab a cup of blood from the minibar nearby. “Here, take a drink”, she sips then spits it out on the floor. When she finally opens her eyes, she jumps and grab a knife from the sink of the minibar coming back to me with it to my neck. “Who are you!?” I try to calm her down.

Alice let her ice blue eyes sweep over the crowded room before her gaze fell upon the Master Vampires. She needed air. Needed a way to escape this stuffy crowded ballroom before she went insane. Dropping her gaze back onto the group she stood with, Alice took a small step back before turning on the heel of her shoe, then vanishing into the crowd. Placing her empty wine glass down on a passing tray, Alice stopped one last time, before pushing the glass door open that led onto the balcony. A rush of cold air blasted her pale angelic face, and a small fanged smile appeared as she slipped through the crack, and into the night.

Indrid paused then looked back at Anna, “I’ll see you there, my lady.” He smiled.

"Tyrion." She begun quietly, trying to think what to say, smiling as he took a long drink of the wine she'd brought him. What ever she was to said would lead her to telling him what she'd done, that she was the reason he was down there in the black cells. "Podrick is safe, I've sent him along with Brienne to find Sansa."

“I’m excited to meet the prince. It won’t be long until I call him mine.”