Men and women stood a little taller in their homes today. Ears straining to hear the sound of imagined trucks. Hearts racing as the smell of fear and sorrow wafted through the air. I felt fear more than anything, and sweat was pouring down my back in rivers; soaking the back of my shirt. I could see the wall in the distance from my place in front of the door. The wall kept us all safe from the outside world beyond the border of the United Sates, but how much longer would that last? The war had taken so much from us, leaving us to a dictatorship that had changed drastically from person to person. I turned to face the door, pressing my hands against the grainy and unpolished wood. As I tried to see out of the peep hole my ears strained to hear …show more content…
I was the exact opposite of my mother. She wanted me to be a scientist like she was, but I didn’t have that in mind. She was a geneticist working with government officials and was extremely intelligent, being called an absolute genius on multiple occasions. I had been compared to her intellect just as many times. She was blond, pale, and slender, with pale blue eyes like the ocean. I had brown mousy hair, but was still as pale as the winter snow, and my eyes were as green as the grass growing outside. Gaia shared a lot of the same features, but her eyes were the same cold steel blue. She was reserved and delicate just like our mother, which I highly respected her for. Gaia was pacing back and forth on willowy legs, the snapping sound of her biting her fingernails sounded through the room. I had to keep myself from turning around and shooting her a hard look. Because of the adrenaline running through my veins I found myself rather irritated by the sound. This was par for the course with us. There were only three years between us, but it felt like much less when I thought about how much she we fought with either based solely on …show more content…
It’s as simple as that and because we needed a leader we followed willingly. With this leader the wall came up and we were without war for those hundred years and we had nothing to fear anymore. That was until five years ago with another assassination. Now Dictator King was our forerunner, and we did nothing but bow to him with due diligence. Every law change, every arrest, every execution was for the greater good and we did nothing but believe it. As far as I was concerned there wasn’t a single citizen that had any choice in the
His opposer stands triumphantly as he thought to have succeeded in his mission. “How ill mannered is he?” the sniper murmured to himself with a devious smile. Standing tall in all black; blazer, bow tie, socks, Balmoral shoes, with the button up also to be corresponding. He appears seemingly endless like a black shadowed character made up to startle young children. The opposing sniper moves as if he is the actual Slender Man. As he stands as a vacuous man, I conjure my scheme to vanish him.
THE PAST :.. In days gone by, the four species managed to live in perfect harmony. Witches, werewolves and vampires lived in secret, blending in with the humans on a daily basis - and the humans remained completely in the dark about their existence. It was after thousands of years of living this way, whilst everything was completely normal, that a small group of vampires decided that they’d had enough. They spent months devising plans.
In the late 20s, life was good down here in the south. The grass was long, tall, and healthy, the wind would graze over the grass like a nice comb over haircut. The crops were plentiful and could be seen for miles. Life was good, we had everything we had ever needed down here on the farm. In the summer, we would have hay bale making contests on our farm. We had a farm of about 27 acres, we grew primarily soybeans and wheat. However, life would change for the worst come the 30s.
Just a night. An ordinary night, around fifteen to eleven o’clock. I lay there playing with my xacto knife kit. It belonged to my Grandfather’s aunt. So I guess that’s my great great aunt. Well anyways I finally set aside my kit and started to try and sleep. I’m at my grandparents house in the Fairfax District of Los Angeles. The house? Why it’s a classic Spanish themed home built precisely in 1929. At the end of a Golden Era: The Roaring Twenties. So as I turn to closed eyes I see a boy. A young Hasidic Jewish boy. He looks around the age of eight or nine and asks me in a seemingly cute creepily voice Have you seen my family? I asked what family. The family that seems to be missing. I asked are you from around here? He says, yes I grew up here in the brown roofed house.
Going to War The arrival of winter is well on its way. Colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky opened to a new brightness with the disappearance of the leaves. As John drove down the country road, he was much more aware of all his surroundings.
“ I repeat, anyone living within 100 miles of Mt. Everest, please evacuate. This is not a joke, evacuate right now,” the news anchor cautioned.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
It was a dark, cold, cloudy day. The clouds covered the sky like a big black sheet, nothing to be seen except darkness that seemed to go on forever. This was the third day in a row that there had been complete darkness, there was no getting rid of it. This was because of ‘the meteorite.’
The Space Mission Do you remember when Neil Armstrong first landed on the moon? Well, that’s nothing compared to my story. When I was 13 years old, my three friends; Mary Jane (MJ) Baker, Ryan Ross, Aron Diaz, and I, Kaia Wilson, went on the opportunity of a lifetime.
My father and I started walking down the long, black, shiny wall. As we got closer are steps were slower. We moved with hesitation. My heart began to beat faster, and I felt an ache in the pit of my stomach. My father squeezed my hand as we approached a statue of three men cast in bronze. The Vietnam Veteran's Memorial or "The Wall" lay just beyond, but we found ourselves unable to move. My father stood staring at the statue, afraid to go on.
The Melting City I had observed a painting in the library. This painting looked had tall buildings that were painted with vertical lines and many different colors such as yellow, green, purple, orange, blue, pink, and white. They buildings looked like they were layered in two rows. The ground below the tall buildings was painted in horizontal lines.
My mom is a unique woman. She is quite short, yet she’s full of energy. She has black hair cropped down to her shoulders and has golden streaks running through them. She has big dark brown eyes which open, to discover the wonders of the world. “Time changes people,” she always says. No matter what people say to her, she doesn’t let it aff...
Forcefully I entered through the colossal white door, hostile I bawled out “Mom I’m home!” Shifting through the hallway awaiting a reply, my boots thundered against the glossy wood below.
The box In the year 2798 all life on earth gone because the world was exposed to a deadly plague. It wiped out 90% of life on earth but some people were immune the plague and escaped. the one how didn't survive got turned in to deadly creatures that will attack you and expose you to the plague turning you in to one of them. But one fateful day a box fell from the sky and inside it was the cure to this madness.our fateful heroes Alex and Ben are on there way to retrieve the cure and save the world. “RUN!!!”shouted Ben, while being chased by a bunch of monsters.
I awoke on a summer day, birds singing, children playing, but all the joy and the innocence of this was behind me. I couldn't just get up and play, or sing, because I was chained to a wall. In this country, that's what happens when you're a prisoner of war. My friends and I were caught fighting for our country, to stop the war, but to no avail. The war still went on, and we were still tied.