Short Essay On The Lincoln Lost

neck; a blinding white light blazes all about him, with a sound like a shock of a cannon-

He approached the door and looked inside. A single dim light illuminated a long passageway.

Notably, The giant fireball began to crack with a white light all around it, making the ball of fire shine

James swiftly crawled his way over to Frank; trying to stay low and not attract attention. He immediately saw Frank's crimson boot” I'm not gonna abandon you,” James told Frank” I'll get you to the medics.Frank overwhelmed with pain managed to nod.James slid down the wall preparing to catch Frank when he came down.James threw his arm around Frank's shoulder Frank did the same. They shuffled along the narrow path: step-step, hop, step-step,

That night, while the play was being enacted on stage, Booth entered the theater, and made this way towards where President Lincoln was sitting. He came up from behind him and shot him in the back of his head. Booth then fled from the scene, leaving the President unconscious. Several doctors were on the scene and they tried to revive Lincoln but failed. They moved the injured President to a nearby house, where he lived out his last hours without ever recovering from the bullet wound. According to Bill O 'Reilly, President Lincoln passed away the next morning of April 15 at around 7 in the morning. 2

The crack between his door and the floor. He was solid, yet travelled along the walls, only peeling off to experience flying through the air, dulling photons and riding the wind. The only problem was when it got cold.

The blinding light advanced with terrifying speed. Like a massive wave that would soon overtake him.

Upon taking a flashlight, brand new with full battery life, into the tunnel, I found the fuse box that controls the lights overhead. After opening it, I found all the fuses were in perfect condition and functional, once confirming this fact I proceeded to move the switch into an upwards position to test if power was still coming in. To my surprise, the light came on without hesitation, save for the few that blew out instantly. With the lights now on, I ventured farther into the tunnel to record its length and depth. At around one mile in, the smell of decay and old blood was becoming stronger and the walls were beginning to turn red from what I can confirm to be blood, purely that of a

Marc Sarcolo awoke with a start. Rising up, he looked around the room. A lime green, slimy, shining substance happened to be scattered around his once dark room, lighting everything up. While wondering, it took him a brief moment to realize it, but that whirring noise to the left of his head gained his attention. Slowly turning his head and directing his piercing navy eyes to the left, a sky blue light in a cylinder circle shape shined onto his wooden floors. Unfortunetly, the darkness prevented him from noticing anything else. Unconciously jumping out of bed, Marc found himself walking right under the bright light like some invisible object was forcing him too, pushing him. Taking that last step into the beam of light, Marc felt squeezed like

Landers was not so lucky. He pitched sideways onto a neighboring table, upsetting it. Money and cards flying off it danced a midair jig as he crashed to the floor on his back. He lay there in a groaning heap with eyelids fluttering and blood seeping under his head until his eyes rolled back and he gasped and fell into silence.

The darkness is visible not because there is no light, but because there is so little light. It is like the darkness of night, where there is just enough light to see the darkness in contrast. The only purpose of the light is for them to see how miserable the place was. They could not rest, because of how bad the place was, so it was like torture. “A fiery deluge”, there was fire everywhere like there is water

Noticing a small bit of light in the opposite direction, he raced out, finally feeling free. As soon as he breaks through the other side, he falls face first with purpose. Rolling

After several hours of scouring the caves, James came across his goal. Another concrete structure was embedded within the cavern wall. Examining the fossilized remains he found a door. IT was a struggle but eventually, he could push it in and enter the decrepit

The Bum Hole will drown you in darkness. The open field was muddy and stamped in tracks from past visitors. The overpass of 595 casted a shadow over the defoliated area. Not only enclosed in shade, but confined with the feeling of a dark presence. Underneath the highway, walking up the ramp of a cement support beam. We came up to a small enclosure where we had to squeeze through two cement walls, two feet apart. After 10 minutes of struggling to fit everybody in, we were now in view of a pitch black tunnel entrance. Entering the hole was another level of intimidation, that we were not ready to participate in just yet. That being said Khazi, Conor and myself were still hesitant about going in without the assurance of each other. This became an opportunity for our minds to create impressions of things. What if we actually ran into

As I shouted in pain and held my foot, hopping around, unbalanced, I glanced at the tile, and was astonished to see a dark hole under the floor. Forgetting my agony, I crouched down and pulled the slate away, revealing a passage just large enough for a person about my age to fit into. Amazed by the discovery, I peered down into the hole, making out a tunnel leading in the opposite direction from the way I had come.