“What you fail to understand of the economy of freedom,” I charged this man with murder so loud the Pine stood witness. “Is the failure of man’s ability to carry it out? Don’t you know, when you kill a king, you create five more in his stead, multiplying chains, creating civil war?” My hands extended over the flesh of his pulse, digging into the epicenter of his warmth. “All kings must die so man can live,” Nico breathlessly muttered, spitting in my direction. “Isn’t that what this night made you?” His eyes flashed. “The king of freemen is just another king.” Throwing his weight into the pine, the branches took notice, entangling themselves around him, binding to his throat. I listened closely for the screech of torn flesh underneath the …show more content…
Woman, please…” With the measurable grace of a great beast, the fallen approached me sincerely—removing his blade, thrusting it in the snow. “It is her burden. Everything is,” the fallen professed, removing his armor slowly. There was no telling what this man was thinking or doing, but my heart was compelled to allow such things to continue. Kneeling in the fresh powder, The Fallen washed himself in the blood of the north, pressing the sterling powder deep into his veins. Small flecks of whispers blew into the mountainous breath with praises and prayers being lifted overhead. The forest began to quiver with each syllable of breath, swaying in the affirmation of life. Greens danced, shaking the ashes into the wind, burying them as golden birds sang to their motion. The louder The Fallen’s cries, the louder The North became—as ever vibrant as she was before the darkness charred her skin. My eyes pressed against the soft light dawning over The Furies, seeping in the glory of the morning as if the darkness never was. “All things are born in fire,” The Fallen stood before me, cloaked in armor woven from the crust of the adjacent pines. Not even I could touch him now! He had been claimed. “Even Daughters of the
“How stand I then,/That have a father killed, a mother stained,/Excitements of my reason and my blood” (4.4.56-58)
Prince Oberyn spoke up from behind him, his voice filled with anger. “A sister for a sister, I guess we are even now my
In the beginning of the war white southerners reject black men joining their army whether they were slaves or a free man. In addition, confederate leaders and soldiers would not recognize black men as legitimate soldiers when they captured black soldiers they would abuse or murder them, rather than treat them as prisoners of war. However, the confederate’s perspective of black men joining the confederate army changed, when they needed more troops and laborers In addition, the chance of the confederacy winning the Civil war became grim. Therefore, they allowed black men to enlist and promise them freedom, if the remained loyal. Furthermore, the confederacy did what they thought was necessary to save the white
The night’s sky was a foreboding glow, displaying the remnants of the chaos that proceeded on that very night. The air was calm and still, leaving no trace of the strong, mighty wind that had once seized it. Seeker Gawin and Annabelle emerge from the Great Fall forest, heading in the direction of the marketplace of the Masonburge Village with a bewildered first commander, who was heading back to the castle, passing them with his men riding a few feet behind. The people of the village have gathered in a somber mood, watching the last of the king’s men carry away bodies on one of their horses.
“It was dirty that’s for sure. The rats ate at your toes and the smell was horrible.”
“The crews walked the blocks of their neighborhood, loud and rude, because it was only through their loud rudeness that they might feel any sense of security and power” (Coates 22). Coates stated that these groups of people used their loudness and rudeness as a façade in order to feel powerful, because just like Coates, they feared for their bodies. This did not surprise me because people everywhere use this tactic in order to feel confident and powerful when they are scared; similar to the phrase “fake it until you make it”.
The howls of swaying leaves cut through the grisly night. The only light ascended from the moon, though it was barley visible amidst the trembling towers of trees. Branches of wrinkled wooden limbs creaked and groaned as they swayed to the sound of the wind’s whispered secrets. Exposed, contorted roots sprung from the ground desperately trying to escape from the ravenous demons that dragged them down to a more hellish fate. Tortured screams of those doomed to a punishment of fire and brimstone erupted from within the deafening quakes of the woodlands, and the deep cackles of a hag could be heard faintly after.
Tomorrow When the War Began is a fist-pounding action shocker, that follows the journey of eight teenage friends in an Australian seaside town. Their lives are suddenly upended by an invasion, that not a single person saw coming. Seventeen-year old Ellie Linton, the main character, guides her best friends to a secluded sanctuary, deep in the woods, called 'Hell' that they come to use as a campsite. Upon returning to Wirraree, they discover that their country has been invaded. This monologue will be presented from Robyn’s point of view, the scene when they initiate their plan to blow up the bridge to Cobblers Bay.
I lived through the end of the world. Quite the conversation starter isn’t it? It came fast and quickly, wiping the human race out in huge numbers. It snuck up on us like a dark shadow and no one saw it coming. Most people reading this would think that aliens invaded, or a huge disease spread throughout the world and knocked us all out. As cool as that would’ve been i have to admit, that's not what happened at all. We ended from our own destruction.
“Thy king has been slain, betrayed! Take care that you cut off the source. Murderers must meet your blade!”
Whether Faith obeyed, he knew not. Hardly had he spoken, when he found himself amid calm night and solitude, listening to a roar of the wind, which died heavily away through the forest. He staggered against the rock, and felt it chill and damp, while a hanging twig, that had been all on fire, besprinkled his cheek with the coldest dew.
The Civil War was all the Northern States’ fault. The “issue” of slavery should not have bothered them in the first place. If someone had a problem with slavery the solution was simple: don’t own slaves. Instead, they tried meddling with slavery which lead to the Southern States’ secession and eventually, the Civil War.
The enchanted forest pulsed in, it’s ancient heartbeat, the deep, haunting song sweeping through the swaying leaves. The woody incense of thousands of leaves and branches matting the forest floor filled the air and dominated our nostrils. Soon, the branches will bend to the will of the whispering wind, allowing the sun to fill every nook and cranny with its the lustrous, golden light, illuminating the full grandeur of a forest that is steeped in plushness and opulence. But for now, the sprawling limbs of centuries-old trees still guarded the darkness, blotting out most of the gentle rays of dawn’s light.
Trees. So many trees surrounded me as I wake up inside a forest that has been engulfed by the dark and dim fog with nothing but the sound of an unkindness of ravens and the wind growling toward me. Like Dante, I walk aimlessly in search of salvation in terms of state of mind. Suddenly, whispers grew louder and closer until it became the only
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.