We Didn 't Get Me Wrong?

My mind began clearing and I realized what the captain had just asked of me. I knew what I needed to do to try and save the ship. I don't what made me, but I bolted towards the masts. I’m not even sure how I made it there. The constant rocking of the ship threw me off balance with almost every step, but still I powered on.

Seeing as there was nowhere else to go, you shuffled over to the opening and frowned. It was dark and you could just barely make out a doorway to what was most likely another room. What really threw you off guard was how nicely the doorway was carved. An intricate pattern wove itself around the exit. Did that mean… someone else was here? At the thought of possibly being able to get out of here with the help of another person made you scurry over to the patterned doorway with little hesitation. The sleeves of your two-sizes-too-big sweater fell down to wrap loosely around your forearms when you reach over and grabbed the wall to peak around into the next area.

“At dusk, we approached a bend where hand-painted signs advertising auto repairs and coal deliveries had been nailed to trees along the roadside. We rounded the bend and found ourselves in a

On the way back to the main island, we were riding in the boat when all of a sudden we saw

I was about to take my final breath when Pi started to wave something bright orange from the boat. A bright orange disc with a hole in the middle. He threw it at me. I was too far out to reach but the sight of the disc floating gave me a rush of hope. I used up what energy I had left, which was not much, to push myself towards the boat.

“I bet he’s back at the row boat where we were going to meet. Come on.” Matthew trotted off toward the beach side of the island.

Under President Bush’s command, the U.S government did a number of things in response to the attacks. They tightened up domestic security in airports and in public places. And they also created a “War on Terror”, accusing Afghanistan and Iraq of supporting the Al-Qaeda operation, invading their countries, and also bringing down and replacing their governments.

The streetlights flickered every other minute, as the sun hid behind the clouds, keeping the town a bit gloomy. I continued walking, unsure of where to go, but desperate to get back home. As I walked, I could hear laughing children echo all around me, and then the indistinct sound of the melody of the song echoed along with them. Looking ahead, I saw something, or someone standing off in the

When I finally reached him, I started to tell him my story; at first he didn’t believe me but as I went deeper into detail, he became serious and aware of the danger we might be facing. He gathered a group of the fiercest fighters the village had and asked me to lead the way. In a matter of minutes, we had reached the shore and

A pale hand overhead obscured the light. My almond eyes focused on the sculpted lines of the face of a man. The sunlight formed a halo around his head. His set of cobalt eyes gleamed like flames of fire. Despite the horror of our first encounter, witnessing him in the light purged my fears.

It was a no-holds-barred fight. All the major players hit one another with everything they had, and everything they had worked well. The devastation was complete. Several cities across the globe were bombed—either conventional or nuclear, nobody knew for sure. By the end of it, well-nigh all—life and material objects alike—on the Eastern hemisphere had turned to ash. We also, suffered the fallout on the west side; the sky got dark, the air became frigid, winds howled day and night. Everyone acknowledged it to be the end of the world. By now, nobody—not even the most passionate non-believer—could deny what had just occurred. But there was nothing to do for it, except to keep on moving.

The creature is standing above me, its mouth gaping open and drool dripping down from its tongue. I quickly scramble back and put my back against the door, letting out a small shriek as it hunkers towards me. Hooves clop on the ground as it moves, making me really look at the creature before me. From the soft glow of the torch, I can make out the build of a person, but the creature before me was not human. Half-man and half-bull, the creature has the muscled chest of a man and the legs and head of a bull. The

People began to flee in mass panic. No one calls the first responders, who do not have a plan in place anyway. Some people die by being crushed. No one knows if it is better to stay

The war hit the world during the most vulnerable time. World War Three was the result of the USSR rising up to power. The Soviets after World War Two had made monumental steps in science, math, and technology, which made them several years ahead of their time. Yet this led and made the corrupting government of the USSR modify all of the science and technology, which could have saved thousands of lives. While the Soviets modified their new technologies, the rest of the worlds were on the “road to peace.” After the end of the World War Two, the world came up with the AOW, the Alliance of the World, where every country joined but the USSR. This Alliance ended most of the feuds between countries and led to a better world for the future, but once the USSR requested to join the AOW, everything went south. When the AOW welcomed the new country, it fought back and disrupted the new sense of peace. It started with the Global Assembly, when the soviets were found with fully loaded guns and when they had snipers pointed at the world leaders at the conference. The trust between the country and the rest of the nations was final when the soviets were found planning to blow up a bomb during the meeting with the leaders of the world, yet this was a distraction for the bigger plan where six leaders of the world were killed. The British Prime-minister and the German chancellor were both killed by a sniper. The French president’s daughter was kidnapped and he was blackmailed to

As we get closer to Jack's house it starts to rain, the grey worn out asphalt that disappears under the car, is now a glossy black. The heavy rain that falls from the navy sky blurs whatever lies in the distance, with the windscreen wipers as broken as jack’s bike, it makes even seeing the road in front of the car difficult. In the blurry void there are frantic swaying lights. “what are those?” Jack asks, “what the hell they look like headlights!” I confusingly add. Now on a bridge with the car that belongs to the crazy lights, as it creeps closer we can see that it doesn’t have any control we’re going to collide! Jacks the first one to scream “mumm!” I don’t know why, but Mrs. Archer's instincts were to swerve, ultimately sending us flying off the edge of the flimsy wood bridge. It doesn’t feel real I glance at Jack, everything slows down. the sandy blond hair