Short Story

After beheading the Green Knight, Sir Gawain is depressed by dark thoughts of what lies ahead for him and all while everyone “danced and sang till the sun went down that day. But mind your mood, Gawain, keep blacker thoughts at bay, or loose this lethal game you’ve promised you will play” (485-490). Of course, one would have anxiety of waiting for a year to come. The time has come for Sir Gawain to go through the unknown world to find the Green Chapel. He encounters a serious of dangers in numerous

Gawain stood there with a knot in his chest, trying to swallow his fear, not the fear of the huge green man standing before him but of the fear of death. who knows how to be manipulated, who knows how to bossed around and walked on, who can’t say no. When you’re a knight you’re disposable, just a faceless man who knows how to swing a sword. He had never really accepted the fact that he is a dead man walking whose life is being counted on the sand in an hourglass, the last few grains are running out and they’re about to be just another grain of wasted time.

Al is shaking as he stands in front of the target. I had to throw knives at him. I was really tired and didn’t want to do this. I don’t see why this was necessary, so once Eric asked for a hand I said “is this really necessary?” I tense up, because I know Eric gets mad when you challenge him. We stared at each other for a long time in silence. All of a sudden Eric starts to speak up “I have authority here, remember?, here and everywhere else.” He didn’t say it loud. I don’t even know if anyone in this room heard him, but I know i did. I don’t know what to say, because he does have authority here. I tighten the grip on my knives. I’m holding them so tight that my knuckles are turning white. I turn around to Al. Al was shaking so much,

“Twenty-one! The Chief’s vote makes it twenty-one! And by God if that ain’t a majority I’ll eat my hat!” “Yippee,” Cheswick yells. The other Acutes are coming across toward me. “The meeting was closed,” she says. Her smile is still there, but the back of her neck as she walks out of the day room and into the Nurses’ Station, is red and swelling like she’ll blow apart any second.

down. Now I can end this right now. All I have to do is pull the lid and stick this anywhere in my body according to that letter.

“The Outer-Ring,” he said, laughing at the irony as he braced for impact. “A new step for mankind.”

I walk to the garage which is giant , filled with nice cars with pretty colors.  Not me though i hop on my baby a black Ducati  since I was the leader I got choice of what car I wanted or whatever so I got a sexy beast.

The trek from Abertawe home had taken longer than expected. One of the injured men needed to stop and have his broken rib re-dressed by Merlin, and the young man got sick from the pain. They'd had to slow the pace after that, and as such, King Arthur's army did not cross the border into the Lower Town until well after the middle of the night. Normally, residents lined the streets to welcome knights home from battle, but this time, the streets remained silent. However, the people had left candles and lanterns outside to illuminate the steep path to the castle. To Percival, that act had been just as meaningful as waving banners; it was a way to guide them all home.

Mh'ale wasn't like the other stars. He was dark, cold, with no light of own to brighten his way through life. The others, so beautiful and radiant and brimming with energy, had no love for the freakish thing that inhabited the Nothing with them. Mh'ale envied and despised them in equal measure, and would weep and wail miserably when they taunted him, the tears puddling and pooling all around. The stars paid no heed to his misery; they were too perfect to cry, and didn't understand why the ugly little star was drowning himself. He only ever felt happy when he was bathed in light, but no matter how hard he begged, the stars refused to share the gifts that came to them so naturally. They teased and taunted him, allowing slight flickers

All of their corpses lay upon the ground. At eternal rest they lay silent. The remains are bloodied and sliced to the point of no recognition. Time is still, and I stand in the room adjacent from the carcasses. My head is spinning, my breath is quick. The knife in my hand suddenly feels as if it’s one thousand degrees. The smell of iron creeps into my nose and shakes me to the core. I become so shaky that the seemingly ablaze knife comes loose and falls to the ground. A crisp three clicks fills my ear, and I suddenly am standing with a revolver to my head.

Roman slumps into the bedframe, retching out a sigh that carries through the room. I remain still by the door, ever so slightly tense with anticipation. My eyes flick to the walls and the tables. There are cigarettes haphazardly scattered across the coffee table by the window. Godammit.

“Move it Shimmer!” someone says before roughly shoving me out their way in the hallway.

NUMBLY, she walked over to the mirror and smoothed over the outfit she wore. Another reaping, except now it was she who was being reaped once again.

It tempts her everyday-it has for as long as she can remember. It glistens in the sunlight, ripe with morning dew. The silky threads beckon. She inches toward the web, crossing thresholds she hasn’t dared to before. Surely just getting a little closer won’t do any harm. Suddenly, she finds herself at the foot of the intricate network of fibers. She begins to climb, relishing in the soft strands that caress her, oblivious to how tangled she’s getting.

There you are Fluffy, cm’here, you know you’re not supposed to be running into this area. can’t be out longer than an hour in this heat. Don’t make me sic Basi on you.