Screams fill the air as a missile fires at the unsuspecting Guardian. The bullet penetrates his side, as he lets out a loud cry. Everyone on the island is in shock, staring at our enormous, statue-like Guardian fall; our God has fallen…. Then, through the clouds of smoke appears another missile, fired at our second, sole-surviving Guardian, who was trying to help her husband. She, too, takes a bullet to her side and lets out a tremendous shriek and doubles over in an instant, shrinking from over a thousand feet tall of marble to what seems like a mere 300 feet, then to nothing more than rubble. Our beloved kingdom, Liberty, is under attack. Panic spreads through the streets. As I attempt to run off the island, I am only able to take one more glance backward, before the air thickens with acrid smoke and debris to the point that I almost become asphyxiated. Coughing and breathing extremely heavily, I continue to run as quickly as possible as visibility decreases. Meanwhile, the earth trembles and quakes beneath me from the constant pounding of bombs and missiles that are silencing screams and pleas for help. I try not to look around me, afraid of what I would witness and could never erase from my mind and from my heart. I then lose my balance from an explosion nearby, and my face hits the shell-ridden floor. Running on pure adrenaline and instincts, I regain my footing and continue to make a dash for the coastline, oblivious to the blood trickling down my face and hands. Upon
I jumped into action and had no choice but to start running. My heart skipped a beat as a bullet whistled past my head and thudded into the wall behind me and I knew I couldn’t stop running. I heard thousands of footsteps in pursuit and I needed some place to hide. I flew through the first door I saw, ducked down and cowered behind a desk. I hid and waited to hear the footsteps pass by. My heartbeat was banging as loud as a drum as I breathed a huge sigh relief only to jump out of my skin as I felt a hand reach out and grab me from
1. Everyone on the island begins to lose their minds once people begin to die. For example, General McArthur begins to speak to Vera about, “waiting for the end” (pg. 81) and, “No one is leaving the island” (pg. 82) once Anthony Marston and Mrs. Rogers die. He is coping with the terror by trying not to care, and thinking about his dead wife Leslie. However, he is finally killed when sitting alone, watching the waves. His death causes even more chaos and terror among the remaining seven. Dr. Armstrong does not cope well either, and “breaks out into nervous torrents of speech” (pg. 136) and was a “pitiable condition of nerves” (pg. 136) until he was finally killed. He is pushed off a cliff and drowns.
For those who have not been caught in a natural disaster, this short story would provide a window into the true horror felt by those involved. Seeing pictures and seeing news footage of the carnage can not begin to accurately depict the experience. Hearing interviews can’t express the horror of finding a body torn and mangled under a tree that has stood resolute for hundreds of years. However, this story allows one to enter into the psyche of a survivor. It is a much more realistic experience in that way. One can feel the same emotions, if they are so inclined, and thus better understand the true horror of
Think to yourself. If you were offered a trip to a Island, would you take it? But what if once you got there, it turned into your worst nightmare. Everyone there is starting to be murdered. What would you do? How would you handle it? This book had readers on the edge of their sit the whole time.
Moreover, the presence of the dead parachutist on the island serves as a haunting reminder of the outside world's ongoing conflicts and the destructive consequences of war. It prompts the boys to confront the brutal realities of human conflict and how violence and chaos can permeate even the most seemingly idyllic environments. Another layer to consider is how the dead parachutist represents the intrusion of the adult world and its influence on the boys' isolated microcosm. The presence of the parachutist disrupts the boys' attempts to create a new society free from adult authority,
In a world where a mysterious alien race has besieged Earth- survival is the ultimate goal. 95% of the world’s population was not able to achieve this goal; Cassie Sullivan is one of the “lucky” ones. The “others,”as the humans call them, set up five waves to eradicate the human race. Surviving the first wave wasn’t too difficult, it was, after all, just an EMP strike. The second wave really shook the world, literally. The aliens set the Earth’s tectonic plates in motion, causing thousands of off-the-chart earthquakes. The tsunamis that spurred from these quakes were detrimental; killing about 50 percent of the world’s overall population. The third wave proved to be the most emotionally devastating. A gruesome plague- created by the aliens
Even after days, months, and years our six survivors struggle to get back to the life they once had before the terrible disaster. Through all the forty years after the explosion, they had to deal and cope with the terrible flashbacks of the bloodied bodies and corpses. They will had to deal with the empty space that was left in their hearts made by deaths and of many close family members; and although many family members didn't die immediately, many died in the months and years following. Also, the bombs did not spare much or any money, shelter, and provisions; meaning our survivors had to endure poverty and homelessness. The novel comes to a
Masuji Ibuse’s novel of historical fiction, Black Rain, about the after affects of Hiroshima, has many images that are used to convey the reaction and mindset of the survivors. I will be focusing on three particular images; that of the stunned fish (86-87), the burnt rock (103-104), and the bodies at the First Prefectural Middle School (154). When discussed using aspects of the plot and descriptions of survivors and their actions, these images suggest that the survivors were changed not only physically via injuries, but also mentally— so much so that they seemed to be devoid of hope (181-182) in a burnt-out city (18) reminiscent of hell (98, 160) that was ruined with death and destruction (18).
The silence in the basement was disrupted by air raid sirens which roared out in the distance. Anna gritted her teeth and rehearsed acting brave and Willy sat still, not wanting to move. They could hear the deafening bombs being dropped from planes overhead and carpeting the city. The air in the basement became thick, and they, both began to cough and gasp for air. Miss Margot and Miss Muller rushed into the tiny room and frantically handed them their shoes and shouted, "We have to get out of here, hurry, follow us!" The children fumbled with their shoes and as Anna clutched the stars they chased after the ladies through the dust and finally surfaced into the hazy afternoon sunlight. As everyone glanced about in confusion they noticed that there was scarcely a building left standing. Miss Margot was the first to speak and yelled over the bomb blasts, "We have to head for the shelter!" Miss Muller and the children followed her around piles of debris, through the twisted rubble cluttered streets, and down the bomb shelter's stairs. Inside everyone sat quietly against the cool cement walls on hard wooden benches.
It had swept through Knossos, smashing buildings and drowning people. The king’s fleet was mostly destroyed. At some places, the ground had split open. I watched in horror as the last ship was split in two by the tsunami. I sprinted up the hill and climbed it. For two days, I watched as my home was destroyed. Soon after the tsunami, the volcano nearby had erupted, blanketing the ground in ash. I was sitting alone, when my son emerged from the forest. “What’s that?” he said pointed at a Mycenaean ship. What are they doing here? I thought. “What should I do?” said my son. “Here, this will tell you what to do.” I handed him a circular tablet with Minoan symbols on it. I walked down to the ruined city. The Mycenaeans had killed any survivors. “Hey, what are you doing here” inquired a guard. I cut his head off with my sword. I hit another in the heart with a spear. Two guards came from behind and stabbed me in the back of the head with a spear. All went black. I’m dead I thought. Then I
The thick dust rises lazily into the murky,lifeless sky as chaos ran rampant in the kingdom below. Distant shouting,metal clashing on metal, and frightened screams are the sounds made by the thousands of men,women, and children caught in the crossfire of an attack by the Ayrurouver kingdom or the defense of one of the most powerful kingdoms in the hemisphere called Aramoor. Among the distant yelling and frightened shrieks, a lone hooded figure let out a battle cry and begins to cut down a path of men to reach the castle. The mysterious figure reaches the castle with only a couple of minor to moderate wounds that could be tended to at a later time. The silent figure stalks into the Queen’s room and goes inside. When inside the room, the figure
What happens next is but a mystery to me, because though I had imagined myself to have perished at the depths of the sea, instead I ended up on what seemed like a beach on a deserted island. Presuming
Quietly, the waves started to disappear from the ocean. Ruslan began to run away from the sea. Lots of people started to stare at him. Violently a tsunami strikes and Ruslan manages to make it out alive. This action of Ruslan running determined whether he would die or survive.
I don’t want to die! As I repeat those words in my mind I know help isn’t coming this isn’t unit 02 the one place I always feel warm and safe, I know I’m dying I can feel every punch even from the inside as unit 04’s pink fist smash against the metal of unit Alpha the UN’s test prototype, it feels awful every blow is utter agony. It’s so dark inside this entry plug it’s like hell I have no control over anything there are no controls anymore they vanished into nothing and my hands are not touching anything but I can see on a single screen Mari’s unit as it brings out its knife and I see it flying towards the screen. I know what’s coming before it hits and is so painful. I couldn’t stop screaming as my left eye becomes the powerhouse of pain
The landing gear was instantly ripped off and the nose of the plane crumpled like a tin can, every window in the plane shattered and as the plane filled with water alex new he had to get out some how. He unbuckled his seatbelt and as he was climbing out he grabbed the handle of something and pulled it to his chest as he climbed out the front of the smashed plane. He couldn't even think his head hurt so bad but he knew that he had to spim so he did, he didnt know how far he was from the shore but he just started swimming and it seemed like he had been swimming forever when his feet finally hit the sandy shore and he pulled himself out of the water and collapsed into the darkness.