On The Crest Of Othrys: A Titan's Curse Fanfiction

I woke startled, dazed and confused basically drowning in my own sweat. Where on earth am I. I got up and spun around and all I could see was four blank walls that seemed like they were closing in on me. The only thing that stood out was a lone door placed right in the middle of one of the walls. Without even thinking about it, I started to carefully creep forward towards the door, but as I did this I could hear movement on the other side and the door began to open. I was lightning quick to react and rushed up to the wall right beside the door and nervously watched as a large figure began to enter the dimly lit room. He looked around and noticed the empty space and shouted out in surprise, but I was quick and without a second thought grabbed him and slammed his head against the wall, knocking him out cold.

My feet, without any cloths to protect them were bloody and covered in sores from rubbing against sharp stones. Like some of the horrible bed sores one of my many brothers had gotten years ago. At least that is how I am picturing them in my mind, as couldn’t see them in this light, or lack of. My feet ached, hunger pains were beginning to rise, my head, with such intense pain and that awful, awful feeling that I was not alone. I could feel the hairs on my neck stand as the eerie buzz of silence screamed in my ear. Unconsciously my slow pacing of the perimeter broke into a full speed run.

Zeus was the youngest of the children born from Kronos and Rhea. Kronos swallowed all of the his children one by one because of an old prophecy he had heard that one of his children will overthrow him. When Rhea found out she was pregnant with Zeus, she was not going to let the same thing happen to him, so she gave birth to Zeus in Crete, and tricked Kronos into swallowing a rock, leading him to believe that it was the baby, making all of the other children come back in reverse order, so now the oldest one is the youngest. This made Zeus to now be the oldest, and the strongest, of all of his siblings, being that he was never swallowed. He is the God of the Sky, and also controls thunder and lightning, which he often uses to his advantage. Zeus plays a huge role in Hesiod’s Theogony, as he is portrayed to of been riddled with bad temper, and we see that a lot in some of the actions he takes through it.

So much pain, so much blood. Everything was fuzzy, people looked like splotches blocking my vision. The yelling. It’s getting louder. I look for light, but only darkness is here now. There. Under the door. I try my hardest to lift the fallen door, but a shooting pain propels up my leg so I stop. “

One of the guards rounded on Willow and hit her with the shock baton. She fell to the ground, every nerve feeling fried. By the time she gained her composure and was able to sit up, they were gone. Tears welled in her eyes as the realization set in. Clarke was gone and so was Jake. Her best friend and the man who she had looked up to for what felt like

For once I felt the sudden need to be near other people, so I headed for the door quickly. The street was deserted. Strewn across the road were all my belongings. Why were they here and not in my cardboard box where I slept in Well Street? Who had done this? Were they thieves? Not that I had much to steal. I began gathering everything up. My blankets had been shredded. There were dents in things, bits pulled off other things and generally messed with. Even the things that used to be usefully were destroyed. Why would anyone even bother to do this? As I looked at my surroundings I began to feel a little disorientated. The ground seemed to move. Then I felt distinctly uneasy. Was he back? At a distance I thought I could see people so I hurried in their direction but they never seemed to get nearer. At once, I was then surrounded by them! No faces! They’ve got no faces! I closed my eyes and when I opened them the people were gone. I suddenly felt as if I was being watched. I glanced around furtively and out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a lion! I screamed but it was gone. As I again looked around I thought I could see dozens of pairs of eyes behind every window staring at me malevolently. I turned and ran. Breathlessly, I re-entered the church and slammed the door behind me.

I walked to it and tried prying it from the ground with my fingers. A twig broke behind me and I jumped and spun around. It was dark now and the only light was from the full moon. I had a bad feeling start to pump through me. I turned and ran trying to evacuate the danger I felt nearby. I ran through brush that looked like claws trying to grab my ankles. And as tree limbs came down snatching at my skin I tripped and fell. I saw a tree nearby that looked welcoming and I tried to use it as cover. Black wings busted through the trees and run started echoing around me in a croaked out a raspy breath.

Now, I faced a different darkness. Looking down, there were puddles of sewage water below. We tried to scale the wall with our feet grappling each side and rocking side to side, trying to do more than inch our way. Splash, falling right into the puddle, we urged through the muck. This place was eerie with slimy things clinging to the side walls and garbage and litter below. Sometimes a spooky wind raced through. This is the stuff horror movies are made of and we were living it. Dangers all around. Certainties nowhere.

Staring up at the dark ceiling, I lay on my bed, my body aching from yesterday’s fall. I really don’t want to move, my back hurting the most. My mind continues to wander back to the strange book. I was so close to maybe finding a way out of this place and now I’m not. All I had to do was just grab the book, but instead I dropped it.

Where am I? I open my eyes to slits and see blurry figures in front of me, chattering away. I can't quite make out who these people are because I can barely open my eyes fully without feeling like I'll drift back into sleep. After a minute or two, my eyes and ears begin to adjust, and I found myself lying on the grass.

Drugs are a serious problem in today’s world; they are becoming more accessible and increasingly affordable to everyone, including teenagers, who seem to be especially vulnerable to falling into this endless pit of doom. In order to reduce drug offense rates, there need to be firm laws that dictate the consequences for major offenses. Mandatory minimum sentences effectively fulfill this, by instilling fear into those who contemplate abusing or selling drugs, and they make sure drug offenders are held accountable for their actions by punishing more reprehensible crimes and decreasing bias in the court setting.

He knew he had to leave, to run, if he wanted to stay being himself.

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

I jolt awake. “Must have been a bad dream” I thought to myself. I looked around and was shocked at my surroundings. A destroyed hospital room. The paint on the walls is peeling and it smells like old sheets and medicine. The beds are covered in rust and pieces of the ceiling have fallen on the floor. The room is dark, but the sun is shining through the barricaded windows. I rip the needles out of my arms and struggle to stand up. I put on my clothes that were still neatly folded under the bed. I walk out of the room. There were blood stains on the wall and random hospital supplies thrown on the floor. My heart starts to race. I try to think of what could have happened. While I was thinking I was snapped out of my thoughts by a banging behind me. I turn around to see a door, bolted shut. I decide not to open it. I begin to walk

Hester Prynne lived in a small cottage on the outskirts of Boston, Massachusetts in 1642. The Puritan society was a group of people that lived in this village and town. They are very religious and use the Bible and God as their standard for behavior and punishment. This group of people, especially Puritan women are very intimidating and ruthless. They love watching people be punished and embarrassed when they committed a sinful crime. Hester Prynne is one of the first characters to be introduced to readers. Nathaniel Hawthorne describes Hester Prynne as a tall woman “with a figure of perfect elegance on a large scale. She had dark and abundant hair, so glossy that it threw off the sunshine with a gleam, and a face which, besides being beautiful from regularity of feature and richness of complexion, had the impressiveness belonging to a marked brow and deep black eyes” (Hawthorne 60). Hester was the lady every guy wanted. She was stunning and so graceful. However she had committed one of the worst sins.