Ruby Dream Storm : A Short Story

I was trapped, and for a time there seemed to be no hope for me. But you changed that Olivia, you freed me from my prison I had created for myself. With your help I opened up, smiled and laughed again and branched outwards. You saved me from the dark tunnel I was headed down. For a time I was happy, made new friends, and grew closer to those I cared about most. It was the best time of my life. Then the Darkness returned to our world and that happiness began to fade. We fought against the forces of the dark and emerged victorious. Together we pushed back the evils of this world! Then we took on the Lord of the Night. We mere ants challenged a god! But how could we have known. His power was too great for us. In the end, our struggle was hopeless. When you went down, I knew I couldn't just stand by and watch you die. I thought the only option was to throw myself in front of the blade that was meant for you. How foolish was I. In the moment that seemed like the only option. All I did was leave you even more vulnerable. I shudder to think what would've happened if Al had not shown up. In the end he saved you, and I was useless and weak. Lucky for me you got me back to Andura and by a miracle I was

The devil, your master, makes his appearance throughout the novel, as a man “...about fifty years old, apparently in the same rank of life as Goodman Brown, and bearing a considerable resemblance to him, though perhaps more in expression than features.” , but revealing his nature through the knowledge of

Ruby Bridges is a true story of a first-grade girl who became one of the first African American students to attend an all-white school, William Frantz Elementary School in New Orleans. Every day as she walked to school, she faced an angry white mob who also kept their children from attending the same school. Ruby bravely walked through the crowds every day and her teacher discovers the incredible strength of this little girl. Students who read this book will understand historical inequalities and about Ruby Bridges brave fight for equal education. This book can be read for grades 1-5. I would read this book during a social studies unit about black history and famous Americans that changed society. Activities would include a bubble map to describe Ruby and write a friendly letter to Ruby stating if they thought she was brave for what she had done. This book draws an emotional and personal connection.

When I finally got my vision back I couldn’t believe myself, a shudder of fear travelled through my body, as I realised that the creature in front of was real, more real than the reality of my hunger. My sight was disturbed by an ethereal creature that looked like the devil in the form of a ghost, a glowing red ghost. All the adrenaline my body could generate surged through my casket dense body, giving the energy that I had been missing for years to run. But even that surge of energy couldn’t take me far enough, my body stopped moving and I collapsed my own body taking a toll on what was left of me. The creature appeared again, coming closer and closer, until it faced me, every part of me wanted to run as fast as I could but I couldn’t move.

I reached down deep into my mind and dragged myself into reality. Back into this hell hole. I focused on my surroundings, i saw the soldiers loading the injured man onto a stretcher. I looked around and my gaze was then abruptly locked on to someone. He was staring in my direction, but it was like he was looking right through me at something behind me. His eyes were full of madness, like he'd had seen the devil. His smile.. It was unusually wide and his teeth were stained with brown and black muck. His expression was so animated like a cartoon, he didn’t move, didn't blink. His breathing was light but it hissed through his teeth. A soldier picked him up and guided him somewhere with no resistance. A soldier must have seen the confusion on my face.

Inside was very dark. There were about 70 people already inside. After my father got in, the door slammed shut. Darkness overcame all of us. All openings were sealed off, and we were only able to breathe from the tiny holes on the side of the cars. We were unable to sit, or there would not be enough room for everyone. So I stood with my father beside me. There was no food or water, but I wasn’t hungry or thirsty. Though, many people did have hunger and thirst. The only thing given to us was a bucket for human waste. There was a loud whistle, we started to move, and we never saw our home again.

A small raindrop not only accumulating speed and density but also dirt as it slid down the window of the incredibly tiny four-door that my aunt hadn't washed in a while as it seemed. The drop had reached an ample size and had a plentiful amount of dust and grim as it glided on to the front side of the handle and finally came into contact with my hand in what seemed like my last moments of freedom which I had only attained after leaving my session. The cool air from the vents was blasting powerfully against my cheek as I checked what my Aunt Avery was doing and of course, she was staring directly at me waiting to see what I had to say about my experience.

This devil might seem powerful, but finally I had a power stronger than his. So I used it. Loading up my heart with prayer, I aimed it at the lost soul before me… Maybe because I was watching him so closely a funny thing started to happen. See devil I was so used to disappeared. (216-217)

John searched for hours and was getting very tired. It was cold and frightening in Purgatory. But suddenly there came a male figure walking toward John. He was tall, skinny, and had short hair. John felt so fatigue from searching. But he stood up strong and looked what seemed like the devil

The only way I could go now was forward and if it didn’t lead anywhere nothing could be done and I will have to save myself from this living nightmare. The room ahead had old writing and painting on the wall which told a story. First there was a man laying on a table and there was people surrounding him with their hands raised to the sky. He seemed to be struggling on the table and then words were written next to it but it was a strange language I had never seen before. The next two were very faint and couldn’t be seen. Finally I came upon the picture of the man on the table but he had endured a great change. He was just like the creature that was hunting me as I read the last words on the wall which were in english. Wendigo. Long ago there was this old show that told me about a whole bunch of Native American myths and the Wendigo was one of them, I had heard of this creature once before. Chills flew down my back as the soft touch of someones breath went down my

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

I promised myself that when she woke up the next day we would start our new life without fear of the evil creature ever being in our lives. I knew he was going to show up, he made a promise when he said he'd be with me on my wedding night. So there I was pacing up and down the lonely halls of the mansion. Inspecting every corner that might inhabit my enemy. Taking meticulous steps forward, peeking out the windows to see the faint images of trees covered by the thick fog. Looking over my shoulder now and then expecting a surprise attack. The fiend was nowhere to be found, I began to assume that some fortunate chance had intervened to prevent the execution of his menaces, that's when my heart dropped, my breath and very muscle suspended.

The man then suddenly glistened with joy as he thought his efforts bore fruition. The joy was short lived however as The Shadow began to speak with a thunderous voice and said, “you have become the embodiment of the crass blob like creature that tried to kill you once. You are now a creature of the night as your heart is foul and forever wretched.” And just as The Shadow said his final word he melted into the shadows and back into the shadowy dominion in which he reigned. The man apparently took no heed to The Shadow’s words as all of the guilt and regret he had felt earlier had just washed away like a shell on the sand of a shore. He laughed hysterically and madly as he planned to meet The Shadow once again and again. The Shadow now aware of the man’s sinister future efforts decided to take matters into his own hands. He arose once more from the shadows and confronted the man just as he was about to reach for the door handle which led outside and towards his next victim. The Shadow thunderously said “I have vowed to never harm or kill a human being, however you are no longer human and must be stopped. I regret saving your life.” The Shadow then proceeded to raise both of his hands and grip the man’s neck with enough force to easily break his neck and drop his already soulless body onto the hardwood floor. After that incident The Shadow hasn’t mentally been the same and is now referred among the darkness and its abominations as the Grim

“Yes you are, even if I have to kill you.” He slammed his staff on the ground. His hellhound stopped and looked at me. One of them started moving toward me, slowly. I started backing up. Then almost a quick as lighting it jumped. At the last second I slammed the door in its face I turned around and realized I was in the bathroom. All I could hear was the hellhound scratching at the door, the fire alarm still going off, my parents screaming, and the master trying to get them to shut up. Then suddenly I heard the master shout to me.

I wake up hearing screams and feeling heat all over my body, the fire alarm is blaring and i run to my father. He tells me to keep sam safe and out of the corner of my eye I see my mom on the ceiling engulfed in fire. That night was the last time I saw my father and where I embarked on a journey against demons and to get vengeance on whatever killed my mother.