go forth into the underdark!”“I know.” She said in a disputed voice; I replied in what I hoped was a happy tone. “Do you want some ice cream?” She flared up, and asked “What flavor?” “Your favorite Cookie Dough!” I relied. When I swept into the kitchen, got the ice cream I cept in the back of the fridge and grabbed two spoons. Then went back to the living room, and sat down on the couch, handed her the spoon and opened up the ice cream. We finished it of together. After we were done we both head off to bed we laid down and went to sleep. Capture 2 I woke up to a banging at the door, I got dressed quickly and ran to the door. A city official stood before me, said in a rather proud tone… “You have been selected to participate in the …show more content…
She looked on her wrist wear a watch law she then looked at all the crowd went silent and then she shouted so if you were standing next to here you would have gone deaf “You have been selected to go into the underdark and cleact artifacts once you have collected ten you are prompted to exist and become a soldier of the telisvaniln army if you refuse you will be executed now go forth into the underdark!” The crowd started to surge forward in the direction I hoped was the under dark after a bit we were there once everyone was inside a stone closed everyone in I cast a manor light incantation which a couple people also had some sort of incantation or spell that cast light I started pushing through people to get to the front after a couple seconds I got to the front along with the other people who knew it one said as I armaged “ So you were the other guy who has some level of spell casting any way as is right now only three out of the six of us now how to cast combat spells do …show more content…
I responded with more or less gees I started and the door opened after I said “the green hunter” I entered the room and it was a what had to be at least a hundred leavers and spear in the center of the room was a spear which had sun shining down it looked it had blasted through over one thousand feet of stone I muttered to myself “holy shit I didn’t realize we were that fair down” the spear was mostly blue with there bing silver wrapping around it kinda like a candy cane and with the spear head also being silver I pulled it out of the ground feeling the raw electrical energy it was huge and the weapon felt as if it head been drained of most of it’s energy and also like it was going to replenish over time I looked at the letters and said fuck this I'm going down the path of stragath I headed to the other side going through the door on the other side there was what looked to be an earth golem and as I entered the room the door slammed behind me and the golem came to life rushing toward me in a panicked movemen I ran toward it and spun the spear around to land a hit on its shoulder and unlike I had expected instead of making a dent it cut its entire arm of cutting through the steal like it was paper it stuttered back and from where the wound it had received the strict vines and branches lanced toward me if I haded ducked they would have impling me but instead they sailed by smashing into the rock crushing it after that I spun on one heel spring around slicing through it
“The men we sent to aid you said when they got there; the entire village was destroyed, still burning in a white fire. When they found you, you are standing over his body, your blade glowing a brilliant radiance while it was still plunged into that creature, and you unconscious still gripping the blade as if you’d die if you let go it,” explained High Marshal Macharius, as he strode from his sentinel position to the edge of Agernath’s bed.
I ran out of the cave with everything I had while wads of what looked like mud landed with a thwack all around me. My confusion didn't last, as a wad smacked into my leg. The burn was intense; It was spitting flesh eating bile at me.
This is Abdulftah Yahia. I want to let you know that I have completed my student teaching and will complete my degree by August. I will be a certified teacher in Social Studies by the upcoming school year. As you know, I would love to teach at Strong. I believe my connection with the students and parents makes it an ideal situation for me. As a person who grew up in Yemen and in Melvindale, I could help the students adapt to their new surroundings. In addition, I am familiar with many of the Yemeni families living in Melvindale. I would love to help in fostering our overall development as a community in terms of education and assimilation. All in all, I am confident in my abilities to work with students and find myself to be a strong candidate
As I stared into the raging fire I felt the pulsing heat of it on my skin, patiently waiting for the metal to get to the right temperature, after what felt like hours I started to hammer out the metal but with every strike sweat poured out of my body the weight of the hammer felt like a ton when it was only 10 lb, then I looked up to wipe my brow of sweat, now realizing it was the middle of the night so I set the next iron bar in forge and added some coal then turned back to my work, I picked up the sword and set it in a pot of oil for a split second hardening the metal as I poled it out the blade was on fire at first I was a little spooked but then as the flame burnt out the sword was a tinted blue the and wondered what is the king going
Before I knew it, his chest was against my left shoulder. This time hurt more than the last. It stung, it burned, it made my chest ache and ache, but it was not nearly as painful as the ache I felt knowing I was a puddle. My breath was knocked from my lungs in a haze of onyx, swirling smoke, engulfing my vision before dissipating and leaving me to deal with the aftermath of his attack. I was forced backwards again (again, again, time after time, my life was running in circles, I was a broken, repeating record, again, again, AGAIN). I felt his teeth on my neck again, multiple bites, some stinging and some bruising. But after having felt his teeth before, they did not hurt as much as the second time. I figured this attack would be a rehash of the one that preceded it, but Volterra proved to pull a bit of creativity out on me. The earth beneath my left hind hoof moved up and sent the rest of my body falling to the right, the force of his chest aiding my
“I dare you to run through the labyrinth wearing a dress!” Next to me my friend Sophia started laughing so hard that her wings started flapping and her lion's tail patted me on the back. Carl’s nostrils flared and he started breathing hard. His horns turned bright red like they always do when he gets angry.
I always say to my family, “One day we will cross la frontera!” Living in Guadalajara, Mexico was not for the faint of heart. My family didn’t have much money and it was hard watching them sleeping on dirt floors. Mama, Roberto, and Francisco deserved better that what they had. I always imagined us crossing over to the beautiful United States. I knew one day we would cross that border so my family could have a better life.
I like to think there are four levels of procrastination. The first is false security, the “I still have plenty of time, I can finish this later.” The second is laziness, the thoughts like,“I should probably get this started. Nah.” Next comes denial and excuses such as, “I would start this, but I’m doing something else right now.” and, “I’m just taking a little break.” Then finally the crisis stage, the stage during which you stay up all night long in order to finish the homework assignment you had all day to do. Because of this, the hardest part of my daily routine was the time when I knew I needed to start my homework, but I truly wanted to keep watching shows on Netflix. This wouldn't be as difficult if it weren't
I listened to the weapon’s high pitched tone lessen as it discharged behind me. It didn’t take long before I heard the familiar beep notifying me that the weapon was harmless once again. From what was standing before me in my doorway (at that particular moment), I was happy one part of my body could still function. although, breathing was necessary, what was between my ears was what had more importance for now. What was standing in front of me had instantly froze my feet in place, had widened my eyes as far as they could go, and stopped my heart. I didn’t know what to say, let alone what to do.
After visiting the courthouse and checking up on new leads, Iris finally had a moment to sit down at her desk. She was finally feeling like her old, healthy self. The cold was officially gone. As she opened up her notes she began typing vigorously. The current story was a high school student who had just passed because of a h*** overdose. She could not believe that such young kids in her city were dying at the hands of drugs. Moments like this made her appreciate Joe's strict parenting and the absence of her drug addicted mother. As much as Iris liked to keep an objective perspective when it came to her work, sometimes she could not help but get attached to the personal lives and stories. Today for instance, she visited the courtroom for the
It was a bright hot summer day here in Little Pine First Nation, where the events took place. The chief and councillor’s had organized a fun filled day with family and friends spending it with one another. As the hot dreadful heat of the day goes by slowly the community is together as one enjoying the music blasted. The bass was pounding on my concession booth the good old country music that everyone likes. Kids are screaming, parents are cheering, cars and trucks are ramming, horses are stomping as they too are getting excited for the big day to start.
As I sit on the floor of my bedroom, I prepare myself for a life changing week. My dark black suitcase is right next to me. I have my packing list in one hand and a red pen in the other. I cross out the items that I already have. I make sure that I have everything I need for a week at summer camp. Every summer since 5th grade, I have gone to Skyview Ranch in Millersburg, Ohio. It is a week of laughing until my stomach hurts and powerful words that change my mind forever.
The movie, The Mask You Live In, brought up some very intriguing points regarding gender roles in men and its effects. In the beginning the speakers in the movie talked about how the use of words and phrases: such as “be a man”, “why are you crying”, or “grow a pair” has a demeaning effect of today’s youth. I find it may not affect all children, or not even a majority of them, however, it does have an impact on the ones who are more sensitive. These select few may feel like they will never live up to the expectations of society. More importantly they may feel like they will never be as good as their father, who is the ultimate measuring stick as to what it means to “Be a man.”
Everyone, at some point in their life has been exposed to or; witnessed some type of bullying. Since this type of behavior is traditionally witnessed, victims has a means of accusing the other student. Technology is undeniably apart of everyday life, especially in that of today’s youth. Cyberbullying has become a nationwide epidemic due to the dramatic impact technology has on communication in our society.
It is also assumed that the act of telling a story can provide insight into past, present and future events (Espinoza, 1997). By going through this process, individuals can find the importance of certain events and assign roles to people who are a part of their story. This act can allow a client to find new meaning and understanding to their reality (Espinoza, 1997). Not only is a