color guard essay

The guard dumped the red liquid all over wave. The red liquid caused steam to rise off Wave and it started to burn. Her skin turned crimson red and she started to spit blood. Though she was spitting blood she could still scream. “Fire water, the greatest torturing device ever.” said the guard almost laughing. Soon she stopped spitting blood, but her body was blistered. The guard who is called the torturer throughout the two kingdoms left her

“Well, here we are,” he said at last. Yuki was afraid. Afraid of what might happen if her frail limbs couldn’t drag her deadweight body another inch. But, from the loud silence of the barren land she was lugging herself across by the direction of a boy, she heard a shout from ahead of her. They had finally arrived. Where exactly, Yuki had no clue. Their tour guide eventually led them to a large building covered in rough-looking black tarpaper. Yuki then realized they had finally arrived at Barrack

Joseph sits in his alleyway as the parade goes by. He slumps back as the entire city celebrates an opportunity that won’t affect him. The city was celebrating a day that came once every hundred years. They current royalty would pass down their crown to one person in their capitol. The winner of the drawing that would take place would step up as the new royalty. Every citizen of the capitol received one ticket, and richer citizens could purchase more if they wanted to which usually caused them to

were all so dizzy we decided to go down to the dock to chill in the beach, but before we could get there a Hawaiian guard stopped us from reaching the beach. “No one is allowed on the beach at night,” said the guard with a fierce tone. The words struck me like a spear going through my heart. I was super pissed at the guard for stopping us, so my hands just started to fly and hit the guard. My crew and I got mad so we decided to set fire to the town. Nobody stopped us at first, but when we lit one of

“Wake up,” said the mysterious voice. “Riku, wake up.” “Who are you?” Riku yawns while he slowly gets up. “Wake up, young hero, it is time for you to stand up to darkness one more time. You have been in deep slumber in this shrine for a hundred years. Walk out of the shrine and to fulfill your destiny,” said the mysterious voice. After the voice stopped, Riku got out of the sleeping chamber he was in. He walked out of the shrine, and the first thing he saw after a hundred years amazed him. The

cafeteria and saw the night guard laying their unconscious. “What happened here?” Victoria said before, being cut off by James. “I just knew something was happening here.” James says in a duh tone. “What now ”,says Nicole “we can’t just leave him there on the ground?” The four of them decided to leave him in the staff room and go and do what they were first trying to find. But in their mind they knew that someone was in the school that was sing but was not the guard and stared .And no one

the leaders of the Scarlet Guard. His companion Holland, an aging Red servant with years of service behind him, seems to swell with pride. She steps toward us, gun in hand, but she’s just as nervous as he is. Still, her voice does not shake. “I want to hear it from your lips, little prince. Tell me what you told him,” she says tipping her head toward Holland. Maven sneers at “little prince,” his lips curving in distaste, but he doesn 't snap at her. “I want to join the Guard,” he says, his voice full

and she immediately poured tears. The immigration security guard glared at Juana and asked, "Why are you coming to the Unites States?" Juana looked at him with innocence and spoke, " My parents are going to visit some family members." The guard looked at her parents and said, " Okay, let me see your visas" in a vociferous voice. Juana stared at the guard and her heartbeat began to increase, not from running but from the anxiousness. The guard looked at Juana in the eyes and spoke with confidence, "

any approaching figures that might alert the sleeping castle to her presence. She slowly rounded the corner, still shrouded in the shadows, ever vigilant for possible guards or servants passing through the drafty castle halls. She approached the heavy, oaken door at the end of the corridor that was surrounded by six attentive guards all dressed in the Black Crescent Kingdom’s

The evil step-vultures laughed as Cindahen fell down the stars carrying a big bag of soot, they all laughed harder as one of the vultures kicked the soot into her beautiful honey-gold feathers. The soot reduced Cindahen’s beautiful golden feathers to a grey smudge and made her beautiful iridescent outline, dull and dirty. “Go clean our phones. NOW,” demanded one the vulture in a tone that tried to relay self-importance but failed miserably. Cinderella barely concealed a sigh, the vulture’s eye’s