I Am A Coward - Original Writing

"I promise love, we have so much for us in our future. You have to see it and you have to trust me. We're a team, and I need you as much as you need me on this, okay? We only have each other, and we can do this, you can do this and soon enough we will have everything we want and more. Anything you can imagine, will be at your fingertips. Deal?" She finished, eyes still full of the same rage, but I see determination. Lifting my hand, I place it on the small of her back, pulling her forward until she is flush against my chest and placing a kiss on her forehead.

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

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

I stop at the edge of the clearing and look at her for a moment. "I'll be back," I repeat, trusting that they'll just take my word for it. They nod and go back to eating and talking. I walk through the darkening forest, leaves crunching with barely a sound under my boots, ferns, bushes, and low branches brushing my clothes and face. I act as a silent shadow moving through the trees until I reach the tree-line.

I instantly resisted her strength, refusing to be a part of this sick game. My breath turned into short nervous gasps, as I writhed restlessly against her, and finally yanked myself away, barely missing her reach. Throwing herself at me again, I ducked away and darted past her, up the altar steps. This wasn’t much of a plan, but it was the best thing I could fathom in a matter of seconds. Saying a quick, silent prayer to my Heavenly Father, I seized a lustrous chalice of holy water. The wretched beast charged toward me, and I dug deep down for all of the valor and spirit my fragile body had. Before she could touch me, I pounced out of her reach and showered the monster with the water of the Lord.

A soft hand rested her hand on my shoulder. "Fitz, I will always be here for you."

“Why are you here? I would have thought that you would have left the country by now.” I asked him intrepidly, although I was quite irresolute.

Her tiny arms wrap around my neck, pulling me into a hug. I pick her up, her head resting in my shoulder. “I heard you screaming.

“My dearest princess Farryn,” she said officially. “My fellow friends and I are on a quest. We are from the kingdom of Azadi, going to Empress Nova’s castle. We are going to fight for freedom and wellbeing of the empire.”

Claws sink into my shoulders, tearing through my skin, my muscle, drawing long lines down my back. I am tense, trying to fight back against the beast that is unseen and everywhere. It pulls at my eyes, blurring my vision, tugging unwanted tears from me, making it near impossible to see the dark green carpet of my room.

Would I even get a chance to? Have you walked into her room and found the vampire, as you shudder in fear pale skinned, sunken-eyed being. The sinking blackness you experience as your consciousness waves from blood loss. Being compelled to stay still, silent memories becoming cloudy. No? Let me rephrase have you ever walked into the room and forgot where you came in beings that have lived for decades the things they have seen the scope of it might destroy your mind.

I am awakened by the howling wind, I hear a heavenly storm raging outside my Obsidian cave. I gladly get up and go out of my delectable cave and savor the feeling of the heavy droplets of heaven fall on my silky soft hide. I close my eyes to devour the feeling but as soon as I close my eyes I hear the loud clap of thunder and lightning flashes down by me, and I run for a better spot to view the sky as soon as I get to an empty clearing I lay down on the velvety soft grass and closed my eyes once more to devour the godly sounds of the storm, as I lay there for a few minutes I feel a sharp pain in my hind quarters, I see this wolf trying to bite my leg off, so I kick him off and attack him. I use my front legs to try and kick him off balance. He quickly dodges out of the way. I have to use the only thing that may give me a good meal tonight even if it hurts for a bit. I start to let my emotions get the better of me. I let my anger

“Hello there.” The man’s voice is silky as he smiles at Mary. Upon hearing him speak, Mary lets out a loud shriek. Everyone lurches awake and sees what has Mary so startled. Selison leaps forward and extends his talons.

“I missed you, Cal.” Sadie sniffles, her words muffled because her face is buried in his chest. He laughs softly. I clear my throat awkwardly.