Kareste: A Short Story

Eamon lumbered home with the carbon inside him starving even after eating a whole T-Rex. He arrived at his old stone cave to have his wife Ishkakfae make him some food. Eamon walked inside and yelled at Ishkakfae to make him some dodo bird pie, and stegosaurus soup. Ishkakfae was enraged at this statement for some reason and ripped a stone from their house. Ishkakfae approached Eamon with the rock in hand and beat him in the head with it Eamon is dead before he hits the ground but Ishkakfae is relentless and keeps smashing his head in. The blood starts splattering everywhere on the stones of their house. By now if you walked in the house you would have thought the house was painted red. If you had known Eamon you're whole life you couldn't even recognize him

“I dare you to run through the labyrinth wearing a dress!” Next to me my friend Sophia started laughing so hard that her wings started flapping and her lion's tail patted me on the back. Carl’s nostrils flared and he started breathing hard. His horns turned bright red like they always do when he gets angry.

Slipping smoothly through the water came naturally to Duncan as natural as taking his next breath. He detected Adaira arms started to lose their grip around his neck; he realized the over seven kilometer's through the water had been harder than she would admit. She turned out to be a trooper, not one to complain. He would’ve never guessed her mettle from judging their first encounter at the nightclub in Hollywood, all dolled-up ready to hit the club scene. This was a woman full of surprises. Definitely, a female a male would need to keep his attention focused on, to stay at the top of his game.

“I think that I am going to like you after all. Once I have taunted, teased, and tortured you for a while then you’ll tell me where the staff was hidden.

With an evil grin Alexis Haeshoru reached down and lifted ye sword, tossing it from hand to hand as though it weighed no more than a feather. "Pretty," she said sarcastically. "Which is exactly what I told

“ Yes, that Ezra Miles kid will go down faster than the ball on New Years Eve.” Coach Dmitrei Simon said.

“We are under attack. You have heard of the Ethynnian Empire in your studies, right?” I nodded. “Well, they have decided it was time they invaded Mendos. They came from the sea, and are now entering the city.”

Poised in evenly imposed exhalations in the placement halving his presence, Darbai kept his lower regions engulfed by the shady stalks yielding lasting heights traced by the male's midsection, or stomach. Currently, hazed, rusty-colored irises grew clouded by a layer of lustrously-rich substances that deformed his visionary capacities, and ultimately blinded the colossal wolf. Since stopping to brace a fleeting flick of malfunctioning pupils across the blurry green blobs of terrain, he'd focused on reclaiming clarity in his sights with several repetitive blinks dubbed as a distraction. At times, the Fighter's eyes breathed lucid moments as he raised his head atop its provocatively-tended vertical lengths, extremity-wise with the outstretching of one's slumped posture to capture deemed advantageous, elevated viewpoints as he searched.

We paused just long enough to hear any movements. Silence was the only sound we could hear.

The dwarf raises his hands in defence, “hey, I believe you, I’m just saying the rest of Thedas won’t take the amnesia reason so easily a second time. Some people still blame you for Divine Justinia’s death.”

"I know there are things you aren’t telling me. Big things…Sir, I will find out. I only hope your reasoning is good enough for me to forgive you.”

Anzlee is A sixteen year old girl who has skin the color of caramel , with long brown, wavy hair and dark dark browns eyes that fade into her black lifeless pupils. She dreams of looking and being someone she is not, because she doesn't like herself. When she looks at herself all she can see is a mistake.. Each day she sees the world in black and white. Her life is life filled of depression and self harm. Little to no people know about the scars upon her legs. The faded marks that once let her forget her pain, that distracted her from the sadness for a few seconds. A punishment Anzlee believed she deserved for just being herself. A product of two people who were never meant to last, who only brought her damage, taught her the wrong definition

In the award-winning film Apocalypse Now, Coppola explores the recurrent themes of civilization and war as a moral and political struggle. Through a series of episodes up the river, Coppola brings us through an intentional sensory journey where we as the audience is left with the ultimate unsettling aftertaste, witnessing the struggle of the protagonist. In the film, Coppola raises issues from the social-historical context of the Vietnam war, debunking myths of heroism and victory, tearing it down into its raw form of what war is truly about and its impact on the world. As said by Rich, ‘Coppola is bent on a quest for essence of individual morality, an essence that by its very nature cannot be found in a social scale of historical events, but only in the private moments of tragedy.’ (Rich, 1980) In that light, this essay will explore the relationship between civilization and war, the portrayal of its brutality and effect on civilization, the ironic glorification of war and treatment of the Vietnamese civilization and the degradation of the soldiers’ moral sanctity as they move further into the war and away from civilization.

“Uh, yes. That would be me!” Aeris announces, standing up and grabbing the staff from beside her. “And I’m getting pretty impatient, so let’s cut to the chase, okay? I’m sure you want my staff pretty badly. Not that you’ll get it, of course.”

But look! Twin serpents from Tenedos by the immense coils, (I bristle up retelling) through the calm deep, lay themselves upon the sea and they advanced side by side to the shores; 205