Short Story Of 'The Boy'

results of that was the greatest death ratio on any ship that day, the igniting of the

4:15 Guns and hulls blazing, blasting through the very ears of its crews. One FTL after another, beacon to beacon, the little cruiser fought through the sectors...

As this soldier stood there when the explosion went off, seconds later “the lights went out and it was pitch black.” Almost immediately “a thick acrid smoke filled the [room] … and the metal walls began to get hot.” From this illustration, his use of descriptive details of a “pitch black” room and the “thick acrid smoke” filling the room incites a sense of panic in the reader through his harsh descriptions and the realization that he will die if he does not get out of there. Additionally, when the author was “deep below the water line in part of the ship” and suddenly “a deafening roar filled the room and the entire ship shuddered.” Yet again, George Phraner exhibits his effective use of vivid imagery by selectively describing what he felt, heard, and saw when the explosion happened, rather than just blatantly stating that there was an explosion, with the result of putting the readers in the perspective of the sailor. Likewise, the soldier made his way up the ladder and himself shrouded in “nothing [but] darkness” with the sounds of “moaning and the sound of falling bodies,” This extremely graphic description implants a sense of helplessness between the reader and character. This ultimately increases the tension in the story as the author is brought even closer to death. Furthermore, as his brush

Either it was the bike’s twin-linked bolters barking their hate filled pejorative, or the promethium inferno of the engine that thrummed to action first; it was impossible to tell. The fires of blasted street became blurred neon amber. The Nob’s eyes burned in exhilaration, abandoning his grenade and raising the massive weapon to deflect the barrage in unison with his tank like armor. Anticipation at the helm, he stepped into a devastating blow which meant to break the bike in two.

Before long, the jarring roller coaster ride started as the Odyssey rotated a full three hundred and sixty degrees followed by a series of precipitous repetitive descents and ascents. Surina’s heart leaped into her throat even though she remained transfixed by the view of the ancient boulders hurtling past. Quickly stealing a glance at the other passengers, she noticed a few kept their eyes shut while clutching the armrests of their chairs. However, the majority, including the Ellison children, continued to stare out of the portholes at the asteroids whizzing past the Odyssey. Miraculously, the starship escaped from several potential collisions by only a hairbreadth. After a temporary lull, they resumed the tortuous ride for what seemed

His ship fires again, and again, and again, missiles this time, one for each major planet in the system. Each a weapon of awesome and terrifying power, collapsing each planet into a stellar mass black hole. Then a final missile, dooming even the star of the system to the crushing destruction of becoming a black hole. The ships jumping clear of the system, watching as the now system of black holes collapses and coalesces into a single black hole.

I stared at her for a moment. It took me two seconds to get it. “Oh. Could we… could we trigger a halo event big enough to destroy the fleet?”

Shortly before 9:00 am two ships began their journey in the harbour. The Mont Blanc contained highly explosive picric acid, gun cotton, dynamites and many more explosive for the war. It was headed towards the harbour. While also the Imo, the Belgian relief ship was heading out of the narrow Halifax harbour for New York. For some reasons, both ships headed for the same point in the crowded harbour. Both ships were unable to correct their positions in time to avoid the disaster. All of a sudden imo collided with the mont blanc. The collision cause the ship to start spilling

The craft began to emit and cloud of smoke as its newly modified thrusters began to lift the sleek craft into the air. It finally was out of sight and out of the atmosphere. Brendon couldn’t sleep thinking about the craft. He lay in the control room watching the monitors and keeping a sharp eye out for any suspicious numbers that may pop up on the main screen. One alarming number jumped out at Brendon which he pointed out to the “head honcho” in the room which turned out to be a time in minutes. Brendon felt stupid but eventually got over

“Right. Moles, superheat the engine. Comstock, direct all power not going to the engine to the shields.” Jans ordered.

The Vex Forge Mind has been awoken, its hateful minions rise to destroy Noske, Morency, and Skinner. The trio split up, everyone dove behind some cover, Skinner and Morency behind elevator rubble, Noske knelt down next to a weapon assembly table, The lonely ghost floated frightened under the table next to him. The outnumbered guardians opened fire on the Vex horde, The Vex weren’t like other enemies, they were unrelenting even in the face of certain death, they march forward unflinching, driven in their purpose, Their march continued even though the guardians had mowed down several of them, the already difficult situation got worse when the Forge Mind began moving forward and firing its Torch Hammers at the guardians.

A flurry of space debris and tiny meteors caught in its wake passed the stationary vessel. Like a Guy Fawkes display, they flared on The Hub's shields, casting a rainbow of colours amidst a harmony of gentle, popping vibrations that lacked depth, but hid an evil presence. The display was brief; a thirty second barrage. But long enough for the Peacemaker to swing

"Sir!" John was startled by the paper boy. "Sir are you alright?". John took a minute and said, "Of course! Never better! I have to go now young man. I'll see you ina jiffy.". John ran off from his house and into a place he thought he'd never go to. Things were about to get interesting...

The slexthians fired on the other morgloths ship’s last location a bright light then nothing "fire again" The over officer ordered

"A-just a small engine fire! Shields barely stable. Hull is holding," Vermarine shouted her answer from the reactor room toward the back of the ship. The inner framework of the fuselage violently creaked and the metal plating rattled. On the outside, plasma marks littered the armor, and the right thruster had been blown off center.