My Name Is Frank Millers

When I almost reached the door, I felt something at my foot, a broken hourglass, that had ran out of sand. Shaking and suddenly bursting into a cold sweat, I furiously jammed the key in. It felt like an eternity, but finally I succeeded. Pushing the door open, and wiping a faceful of sweat from my face, I felt this wave of aromas crash over me. Putting the key in my pocket(FORESHADOWING) and then entering the cellar I tried to calm down. I tried to look for the cask of Amontillado that I bought several weeks ago. There were millions of wines in that cellar (HYPERBOLE). But at last I found it. It felt, lighter, and after opening it I realised that it was empty. I wasn’t enraged, just tired. I made my way to the door, suddenly feeling drowsy. Then I became a little bit nauseous and shaky. Looking into the darkness, I saw, darkness. So I picked up my dying torch and put it up and almost yelled “Who’s there?”. There was no reply but a figure seemed to appear in the darkness. It was carrying a scythe and it started towards me. I fell back, and was caught by the wall, slamming my head against it and dropping my torch. The figure whispered in the dark, “Free the fortunate one, for be warned fate will find

He is tall, his face white, and hair dark as coal. His eyes are tiny and mischievous but see everything with deep dark circles underneath them. Two small nostrils lay on his face.A horrible largemouth, two sets of jagged teeth, both at the top and bottom, all aligned by pale thin lips. At the top of his head lays a black top hat, where he tries to cover his devil horns. He fails to cover them as they stick up on top of his top hat. Dirty jet-black hair stick out from underneath. A big black coat that drags all the way to his claw like feet cover his body, in attempt to look more human. The arms lay low on him down below his knees. His other claws are at the end of the sleeves. With that it makes it easier for him to reach you, even

“I’m sorry, that I scared you. I will make sure that the next time, I approach people in a different way.” Then he just walked away and I saw him walk over to two kids and his wife. Then knew he was telling the truth.

I awoke from my nap with a jolt. There was a man stabbing his sword over and over again into my belly. What is with these people and swords? He yelled out that his name was Beowulf but all I could do was howl in pain. “Please stop!” I screamed but he didn’t stop. That made me very angry and so I pushed him off and prepared to fight. We fought for a long time before he finally defeated me and as my world slowly went black all I could hear was the tapping off claws and then my mother’s

I have always had a fascination with fire, and like you can guess, that particular fascination has gotten me into trouble with burning myself, my clothes, and in this particular stories my neighbor’s lawn.

I wait for what feels like forever until the door opens again and red light is welcomed in once more. Someone new enters the room from behind me. It sounds like my father. The boots are wet and make a sickening slap each time the contact the ground. He takes incredibly slow steps to make his way towards his me- his lowly subject.

Grendel approaches the mead-hall very silently, Getting ready to attack my men violently. However, this shall be his last evil feast, For with my bare hands I shall slay this beast! The monster devoured the first man in sight. I lay awake in my sleep preparing to fight, Yet Grendel continues to feast without a clue. Suddenly, my hands grip his claws like glue, And around the mead-hall we dance. Grendel is not willing to give me a chance, But I know he is cowering in fear. The end of this fight seems to be near; Therefore, I can feel his power waning. With my great strength and training, I rip an arm off of this ugly spawn of hell. Grendel’s overwhelming fear is easy to tell; He cowardly flees back to his wicked cave. Since this job was done

I pulled out my teeth; it was agonizing pain with a lot of screaming, “ekohaghekohagh”. The goblin then told me to, “imagine the boots in your mind”. After a minute or so, I opened my eyes and there were the green leather boots. The elf then teleported me to the castle of the humans. Once I got there was a beautiful girl with wings going into the castle, I followed her into the castle, but then I saw she was not going to the castle of her own free will. She was being pulled by black chains .After following her for an hour I saw her go into a room. The room was filled with jewelry, paintings, and had two thrones. Once the chains reached the thrones I saw a quick flash, and when I looked again the beautiful girls head was chopped. As I stood there I noticed something about the people on the thrones they were my mother and father. I started crying like a little baby who could not find his mommy. On instinct I ran to my parents, but when I was in the midst of running I just remembered that my parents just chopped someone’s head off I stopped and thought to myself, “should I go or run”? I chose to run because somewhere inside of me, I knew that those people were not my parents, they were wearing the skin of my

You created hell in my world as you threaten my wife that you would murder her if she told anyone and to force my children for slaves for your ostentatious lifestyle. Hell be with you, you sinful coward. HELL BE WITH YOU!” Those were the fiery and intense worlds that rushed out of the man's mouth. As the aggressor processed once again, what the man had done, I saw him get even more angry. The attack pulled out his sword again and stabbed the slowly decaying man one, two, three, so many times I lost count. I’ve never seen anyone be so brutal. I can hear the attacker clench his teeth and scream with anger. The entry wounds on the now dead man were endless. It was not a murder anymore, it was overkill. It was satanic. Out of frustration and fatigueness the aggressor threw the sword besides the body and fell on his knees. I was scared and confused on what to do. The aggressor had greatly suffered because of this man and I’ve seen him around town and he didn’t disclose anything to anyone. He did kill a man on the other side and justice will take place of the dead man. I stuck in between reporting to the authorities what this individual has done or keep it a secret for his peace. I glanced one last time at the scene.

The same moment I decided to quicken my speed, a deer burst through the night. I screamed, stumbled and hit the ground with a loud thump. I sat on the moist ground for a moment to try to recover but my heart began to throb as if it was beating within my throat. It was just a deer I told myself, I had to be brave. Trying to get myself together I began to feel this hot puffs of air on the back of my neck. “It’s the goblin!” I screamed as I rapidly rose to my feet. My head spun like an owl as I went to look for what was behind me. I looked to the ground and discovered a little white dog. “You scared me to death little guy. What is a cute little puppy like you doing in a dense forest like this?” I said to him. I was relieved it was only a dog instead of the ghastly goblin, but I only made it half-way home by then. As I proceeded on the white little dog followed me. I felt more at ease now that I had him following me but he would not be considered much of a watch dog to most

It was behind me. HE, was behind me. Chasing me with a dull, rusty dog-blood coated knife. MY dog's blood. I was just getting into bed when my dog started barking. Then it whined, and then he stopped. My dog never stops barking when there is someone at my door until I come to the door. I had gone just outside my bedroom door when I saw my dog, headless. They next thing I saw was a man dressed in complete black, with a cleaver, covered in blood. He ran after me. I went into my bedroom and locked the door. I tried escaping through the window but there was some creepy lady standing in the drive-way. Probably an accomplice, I was a sitting duck. Then I remembered the secret passage way my great grandfather had installed, but when I opened

“Okay.” he said timidly as we arrived at the top of the driveway. Walking closer to the house I could hear the yelling that always went on there and I cringed. I didn’t want him to have to hear that, it was embarrassing. But we headed into the house anyway and quickly slithered into my room before we were notice by the arguing monsters in the kitchen.

Your word's and threat's were nothing new, but I am still afraid. To be next a rope or a knife. To many times you pulled your superiority you did not expect the lash back you felt threatened on that last battle didn't you? so quickly you reacted by grabbing my throat but I gave you a gift that you helped create. Now I ask you how does my spit taste.? Now that there is nothing left of you in life, but even gone you are the demon who is alive and well in my dreams.

The light of my glorious power shines through my claws onto his fingertips, taking him with me. My power is taking us in and spitting us out. Open the door, go through the door, close the door, and lock it well.

I responded with more or less gees I started and the door opened after I said “the green hunter” I entered the room and it was a what had to be at least a hundred leavers and spear in the center of the room was a spear which had sun shining down it looked it had blasted through over one thousand feet of stone I muttered to myself “holy shit I didn’t realize we were that fair down” the spear was mostly blue with there bing silver wrapping around it kinda like a candy cane and with the spear head also being silver I pulled it out of the ground feeling the raw electrical energy it was huge and the weapon felt as if it head been drained of most of it’s energy and also like it was going to replenish over time I looked at the letters and said fuck this I'm going down the path of stragath I headed to the other side going through the door on the other side there was what looked to be an earth golem and as I entered the room the door slammed behind me and the golem came to life rushing toward me in a panicked movemen I ran toward it and spun the spear around to land a hit on its shoulder and unlike I had expected instead of making a dent it cut its entire arm of cutting through the steal like it was paper it stuttered back and from where the wound it had received the strict vines and branches lanced toward me if I haded ducked they would have impling me but instead they sailed by smashing into the rock crushing it after that I spun on one heel spring around slicing through it