Kahun A Narrative Fiction

He didn’t want to leave his bathroom, hell, he was terrified in his own apartment, he walked back, leaning against the white wall of the small bathroom, he slid down against it, burying his face in his sweater sleeves and wondering exactly why he had to be tortured like this by his own mind.

The boy could hardly move anymore. He lay curled on his side, one arm reaching up above his head, where it had made its last feeble attempts at scratching the stone. Useless. What was the point? No one had bothered to come by in days. Days? Weeks? Months?

Koakuma gulps and says it in the most dramatic voice. "You're sun burnt." That is the least of my worries. "Sakuya's gonna kill me, and then Remilia's gonna kill Sakuya!"

OH MAN. We went up up up up up up up up up like a billion kajillion times higher then the first one. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fingers. THUMP THUMP. THUMP THUMP. That's literally all I could hear. I looked at Helena she started talking, but I couldn’t hear her. Then I saw two Helenas. Up up up and………….. you guessed it ONE INCH.

Karn did not respond to the message as it could reveal the location of his troop to the enemy. With a shrill whistle, he changed direction. His warriors followed him as he arced away from their original course to settle into his usual ground-devouring

said that it would be okay when he knew it would not be, and he did not want to take anyone else’s chances, so he took his own chance, of attempting to escape. Although he did not succeed, he died with courage and pure strength.

He looked over to his right and saw a group of prisoners screaming at him, begging him to run towards them to complete the plan. Running to them meant freedom, but before he could move a muscle, he heard someone in the distance screaming his name. Closing his eyes and covering his ears would’ve been a good fantasy, but confronting

He looked over to his right and saw a group of prisoners screaming at him, begging him to run towards them to complete the plan. Running to them meant freedom, but before he could move a muscle, he heard someone in the distance screaming his name. Closing his eyes and covering his ears would’ve been a good fantasy, but confronting

The fighting around him faded into background noise as he lowered to one knee. A stick bit into his upper shin, and he ignored it. Better to stay still--give Megan a clear target. Her grip on the handle shifted to one with better leverage.

The capture and killing of our great leader, Atahualpa shook our Incan Empire forever, with the effects residing in your daily life, my son. I remember it vividly as I was part of the third squadron, the people who came prepared in armor made of metal plates, covered with sheets of gold and silver, which glistened in the spring sun. Within our squadron, Atahualpa was present, sitting on a petite stool on top of a majestic litter, which was lined with bird feathers that represented a rainbow and ornate with sheets of gold and silver. It was our job to protect him, to make sure that the peculiar foreign white men did not cause harm. By nightfall, it was clear that we had failed in our duties. Atahualpa was captive in the hands of the Spanish.

So his decision was made. He found his way into a bush, away from the eyes of anything that may have seen him otherwise. He lay down after making room for himself, and rested his head, closing his eyes.... And while his hearing was still in perfect order, he would not wake for the next few

He realized he must be starting to go delirious he needed motivation. His mind felt so clouded he was struggling just

There was no time for thought. Brand leaped to meet them, stepping between the creatures and Kareste who seemed transfixed. He held both staffs upraised in defense. And then he yelled the charm.

These thoughts weighed down on him like a concrete coffin crushing his fragile body. No matter how hard he tried to fight his way out, he would forever be captured. No hope to ever see the light again. He was roughly pushed down a spiraling hole of depression by his own accidental

He got up on his feet. That was very difficult. He must have been lying as a corpse for a long while. It was night, too. A fire was raging out there, and it was all very noisy. Human beings shrieking.