Assassin - Original Writing
A drop of blood rolled down his hand; that bright colour red did not
manage to bring about any emotions. He cast a thought back to his
childhood when he fell over and grazed his knee, the sight of blood
made him wild. He was weak. Now he was as cold as a stone and after
taking so many lives, after seeing waterfalls of red gushing out of
his victims.
The assassin was standing on a building crouching so that he would not
be seen. He was a shadow of the night. The rain poured heavily
drenching everything. The temperature was dangerously low but he did
not even shiver. The raindrops smashed against his scarred face, which
was covered only revealing those dark, mysterious eyes. He knew that
he would have to stay still, motionless for hours
before he might be able to move. His strong point was not being able
to move swiftly and elegantly and not even to kill, but to sit like a
predator waiting to attack.
“Rickimaryu, you are doing well,” said his teacher “ you will become
something great one day!”
There stood a young adolescent learning from his teacher, he was tall
and for his age he was very well developed. Despite his sheer strength
and power he had many other talents. He was as agile as a cat and
would often climb trees, swing off branches and even jump out of
windows! His speed and agility were surprising for a boy of his size.
He was also academically gifted and enjoyed philosophy and literature.
With all these talents it was a crying shame that he had no parents,
he was an orphan left on the streets by the killers of his parents.
The only person who he had learnt to love and to trust was hi...
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...cked.
“Why do you want to kill us? We are not guilty of any crimes!”
“I am here to stop the many crimes that you are planning to commit!”
As soon as he drew his sword it was all over. Many dead bodies lay on
the floor. This bloody sight could not be justice; whether it was for
a good cause or not it was still murder.
The Assassin fell to his knees and began to cry. He had not felt
emotion for years and now could not control himself. Tears flowed down
his cheek and he made whimpering noises.
A guard came from behind and stabbed the assassin. As he felt his
miserable life slip away he thought of all the people he had killed.
He imagined what life would have been like if so many unfortunate
things had not occurred. From where he lay, he could see the night
sky. He closed his eyes and sighed; he was so tired.
... combat power against a numerically superior, well armed, and highly motivated enemy. His unwillingness to adapt to changing conditions was unrealistic and proved fatal.
...rned the essential plans that a leader would need to lead him troops. He also had the morale and spirits to keep the troops ready to fight for the freedom they wanted, as well as his ability to command such troops in placement and tactics.
one more technique, and that was that he knew how to use all his options and
Ray Bradbury astounded the reading world with his amazing science-fiction novels and short stories. Ray Bradbury uses, in his writings, what could be a normal, and happy story, and twists it into something that can only be perceived as creepy, and horrific. For example, in The Small Assassin, the story is about a family who has a baby enter their lives, and Bradbury makes the short story, instead of a happy story about a new family, into one about the baby being the devil or Lucifer and killing both his parents at just three weeks old. His short stories have you asking the question, “How did he come up with this?” When The Small Assassin was adapted into a Ray Bradbury’s Theater, which was like a T.V. show, many changes were made that you would not even think of if you haven’t read/watched both.
made him into someone who felt he had no control upon his destiny, because it
and then in the morning the thrusted a sword into His side to see if he was
corner of his eye he saw a dark figure cross in front of his car, He
for his country, but he used a much more powerful weapon at which he held great skill:
any superpowers and he wasn’t the smartest person on earth, but a true hero stands up for what is
He lies there with what seems to be a twelve-inch staff-made of tree bark. Blood crimson red gashed out of his body.
John Wilkes Booth and his fellow conspirators planned to kidnap Abraham Lincoln on March 20, 1865, but on that day the president did not arrive at the location they thought he would. Once Booth figured out that Lincoln was going to Ford’s Theater he and his conspirators planned to assassinate Abraham Lincoln, Andrew Johnson, and William H. Seward (“Abraham”/history.com). Abraham Lincoln was the first president to be assassinated. As the president could not escape the southern sympathizers the nation was lead through its darkest hour when our 16th president Abraham Lincoln was assassinated.
made him a deaf mute and violent. He came across as almost sub-human and barely
my sheath. There rest and let me die”. As we see such a tragic ending,
out of her head endlessly. It was a sight to see. Who would have ever
this drives out the warmth in him and he becomes, for a while in the