Crimson

Theo of the Four Tribes Alberic’s figure, at the other side of the flames, perturbed Theo. He did not seem to be the traitor who had deceived the ethnic groups. His image was one of the benevolent mentor who opened his house to welcome Theo the first time he visited Arazi. “You doon’t understand, either?” Alberic asked with a tone of defeat and frowning. Theo shook his head. No, he did not understand. What Alberic had done was not right. He wished to give life to a frightening army. He put

Bullets shot, hearts broke, tears fell and life surrendered. This was one of thosedays. Memories clouded my train of thought, with the vision of metal fragmentspiercing his fragile, limp body as he was immersed in a crimson liquid. Thethump of my body echoed in sync to my younger brother as my crippled bodylay sodden in tears. I obtained a ragged, white scar which indicated my fairshare of horror that day with despair growing on me like fungus. Death's open arms welcomed

inability to wait out his banishment and so fakes her death to be with Romeo. Romeo hears that Juliet is dead and goes to see her, Juliet does not realize that Romeo cannot read signs that her death is fake and so Romeo says “Beauty’s ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, and death’s pale flag is not advancèd there” (Romeo and Juliet, Act 5, scene 3 line 103-105). Romeo does not realize that Juliet is still alive and kills himself because he does not want to live without

As everyone gazes at the crimson red and snow white stripes on the flag, we all know our founding fathers have done us well. We look at the flag with happiness and gratitude, always taking our hats off in its presents. Americans show much appreciation to the flag and most everything we have accomplished. America means so much to us, more than practically anything else. America means three things to me; freedom, beauty and farming. The first thing that comes to mind when you say America is freedom

I begged but I saw no mercy in those cold black eyes. As I stumble backwards I could almost sense the twisted pleasure radiating off her skin with not a flinch of guilt. It felt like needles and burning irons were scalding my body. Then a rush of crimson tincture flooded through me, slowly, drowning my nerves leaving no trace of human trait, Until finally, I was called a

The newborn snow is stained crimson, and in the center of the small clearing is a wounded fawn. With each attempt the creature makes to stand, its trembling legs give out and it falls once again into the cold. I remain behind the treeline for a moment longer, for fear of frightening it. Then, I step out from behind a pine’s shadow into the pale light. The fawn’s head snaps to the side, its wide eyes locked on me. My every movement towards it is cautious, and when I reach the little being, the small

“These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die, like fire and power, which, as they kiss consume”- William Shakespeare; this quote only highlights the tainted fate of this tragic love story.Love at first sight does exist; it’s naive but possibilities are always endless.It can be seen all throughout this play,whether it be mocking,or truly indulging into their love. In the beginning of this play, Romeo is first know for his love swayed; yet beaten for dead by a woman named

Soviets during the Cold War, he is forced to build a super machine that could defeat America. Instead he builds his first Iron Man suit with the help of Professor Yinsen (O'Neil, T.) and as the Cold War continued, Iron Man fought villains like the Crimson Dynamo, Titanium Man, The Mandarin and even the Black

They 're bottomless and Grimhidle releases a delightful shiver, anger dispersing like a soft mist. "Yes." He answers smoothly, a lie of loyalty sticking to his voice like honey and the Queen strokes his scruffy hair, caressing the scalp with long crimson claws. "I 'll show you what you must do." The Queen

cautious brother time and time again. Their parents wrapped them in large cloths that became their…baby blankets, you could call them. The boy’s was as dark a blue as the sky, just before the first rays of dawn. As for the girl’s, hers was a deep crimson as spilt blood. Now, these parents of theirs weren’t what one would call creative, and named their children after the color of the blankets cloths—the boy, Blue, and his sister,