Carole and I were fleeing with urgency down the steep driveway, arms and legs pumping with fear. Which way to go? Down the reedy river path with potential snakes and the risk of being seen or the creepy drainage ditch? Looking back toward the house with rapid fire beats in our hearts, fear drove us forward. We searched to see how far ahead we were. Not far. Not as far as we needed to be, but he hadn’t appeared yet. The only logical way was through the rusty damp and dark pipes so we wouldn’t be seen. Our noses wrinkled with the disgust upon entry, filling our nostrils with a strong smell of mold and crud collected from storms.
We were frantically doing everything in our power to contain the fire. Chainsaws were buzzing, fire lines were being dug, and I could hear Eric screaming into the radio for the VLAT to, in his words, “Hurry the **** up and drop the retardant to try and keep the fire at bay!” Never before had I ever been this close to being burned alive – a close second would’ve been when me and Chris had been trapped in the brush and just barely had managed to escape. I could feel myself sweating like a dog, and I inferred all my brothers were too. My hands were shaking uncontrollably, my knees felt weak, but I pushed on, maybe out of desperation for my life, maybe for the lives of my brothers, maybe even both. It wasn’t looking good, though.
I look at the adults to see what's going on only to see that they're shocked. The group immediately run towards Henry, who is on the edge of the Pier with his two kidnappers. Me and my sister follow them.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” I chanted as the world's colour was seemingly leeched away around me. I glanced down and saw an array of ghastly faces all moving towards me. Beneath them a lone figure was surrounded by another bunch of reapers. A long sword was arcing through the air slashing at his attackers.
Volunteers kept lists of every dead child’s name that was confirmed by the rescuers as they emerged from the wreckage. Frenzied parents paced the scene, wondering about the fates of their sons and daughters or screaming in agony upon seeing their bodies.
I scream. There are people sobbing in pain. They lie spread out over the floor. I can tell from their transparent glow, and their chilling presence, that they are ghosts. They are
The main room is filled with members, unusual for a weekday. You feel their eyes on you, noticing how a few even smirk, probably hoping for a show. You pray Calum isn’t about to give them one. Michael lags behind you, probably already in the know of what’s about to happen. Ashton and Luke stand off to the side and you quickly look away from them, still embarrassed from what happened last night. And that’s
Our story starts off in a small, war ravaged greek village. It is not technologically advanced, nor do they know a lot about science and how the world functions. Here, we find Ventra, a young teenage boy, using his wind powers to destroy a small market to steal the delicious fruits. As Ventra is on the run, he bumps into a middle aged woman named Brite. She thought he did it on purpose, so she blinded him with her light powers, knocked him out, and took him to her hideout. When Ventra woke up all he could hear is a woman walking towards him. The room was pitch black, until many torches were lit to light up the room.
On an early Monday morning the sun rises over a small house located in a quiet town by the name of Old City of Rhoads in Greece. When the sun hits the small house, the house looks even smaller and the shadow of the house outlines the old looking torn apart boards holding the roof together. Even though this house looks old and small everyone in the town knows the story behind the man who used to live there, and the family who lives there now. The man who build and used to live in the house went by the name of Floyd Blackwood. Floyd was a master fisher man and would bring food to the town for family’s to buy and eat, because the town of Old City of Rhoads has always had a shortage of livestock. Floyd was basically a hero. He would spend his nights fishing, and his days building a house for him, his wife, and son. One day Floyd finished the house. And while his wife and son were settling in he decided to go fishing on his boat. Floyd went out to sea and started fishing but, before he could even realize how late it was and turn around he was trapped in a sea storm and did not make it out alive. The small house is now owned by Floyd’s wife, violet who lives with her now 17- year old son John.
"Okay, so because Dak has the power to transform shapes of things and people, he has made each of us a tent in a part of Washington only we know about. We're going to have to stay here and plan until we stop Cassius because this is the most vulnerable part of the nation: the country's capital," Violet explained as she lead me to my tent.
“When she finally felt she could prove her worth she returned to Danse Macabre. She heard the news of her father's death and of the crown being passed to her brother. Her brother had wed and had three sons by the time Sinata returned from her journeys. Even if she killed her brother, there was the matter of her nephews that stopped her from having claim to the throne.
It was a dark sunday, jonathan was unpacking his items in his new house.”uhh, this weighs a ton.”, he said to himself. When he finished everything he sat on his couch and drank a glass of coke. As the day got darker he went to kfc to get food, he arrived home and took a bite he kept chewing and chewing but he couldn’t swallow it, it was as hard as rubber. The next morning he woke up feeling week as if someone was on him. He thought it was from all the moving. He invited his friend alex later that day, alex walked in feeling sick. They talked and went out to eat. They both went their separate ways after the day.