Flakey watched Elizabeth climb among the stubby blasted off roots, lifting and pulling herself up to the tree's slippery surface, its bark and branches stripped bare by the lightning's flame. 'It's quite safe.' Elizabeth waved the other Sounds towards the base of the birch. 'Don't rush, bring the least able to walk first.' Ting stood back letting those with aspirations to lead take over. Lewis stood at the bottom of the temporary bridge handing up the exhausted Sounds to Doris, who received them, gave each a kiss before passing the Sound to Ezra who walked them across the bridge to the shop that had the tree with the roots hanging out. When Ezra entered the shop Gideon signalled to Lewis to prepare another one. 'Everyone's here,' Carmen told Metro, 'the weak and wobbly were safe.' Quietly the stronger Sounds filtered into the shop getting away from the rain and the road it flooded. They sat in the shop not knowing what to say or why they were there. 'Every Sound accounted for,' Metro informed Ting. 'How are we going to find the safe place, Middleseton is a mess?' Elizabeth called Ting over to the corner of the shop where she sat with Flakey, 'Flakey's asleep, but I can't leave him in this cold for too long, the chill eats away at him?' Sadly Ting shook his head, 'I've taken you the wrong way, I'm not sure if we're in the right area at all. Stay here with Flakey, I'll go and look.' 'Take Metro with you,' Elizabeth reached to touch Ting's hand, 'take care.' Face turned down the road, his face against the wind, Ting stopped at every corner he turned back to wave at Metro who was following him one street behind. Metro, in turn signalled the wave to George. 'Won't Ting get lost?' Flakey began twisting his fingers in and around and th... ... middle of paper ... ...hed his, oh well,' Ting shrugged his shoulders wearily, 'if I'm honest I thought I'd forget a lot more names that I did. I can't believe there was ever a chance I would forget yours, or you.' 'You're very kind. I'm with you now and will stay as long as you want me to.' Penny smiled, then grew solemn, 'Ting the circumstances might have changed, the Sounds are safe but you have to carry on being brave. They don't know who they are or where they belong.' Penny's smile disappeared as the sound of light tapping grew louder against the heavy iron door. Ting, place his hand on the inside of the door, 'what is it?' 'You know what it is, Ting,' Penny paused, 'it's raining in Bleecker Street, you got back here just in time.' The Sounds are waiting down in the underground level of the Music Is Possible car park.' Penny took Ting's hand, she led him to where his would be safe.
They walked on again in silence and finally she said, thoughtfully, “You know, I’m not afraid of you at all.”
...ot be killed. Fastened to the tree she is vulnerable to the creatures of the woods and the Shadowbrute.
with her. He looked forward to meeting her in the hollow cedar tree. He went
Ralph’s head pounded lightly, and he rubbed at his eyes. He hadn’t gotten much sleep since he was rescued. How could he in such a cold, uncomforting place?
This adds a lot of trepidation for the reader. When the signalman looks down to the tunnel, once again a lot of anticipation and puzzlement occurs. It makes the reader think why the signalman looks down to the tunnel, like something imaginary was. supposed to be there, he said. Then when a train comes past, the movement and sound are described as.
“Don’t worry, you should be fine.” Fred took his word for it as they continued moving forward on the project.
“Why do they run away? This is a knavery of them to make me afraid,” Exclaimed
lunch. Annie helped Helen up into a nearby cherry tree because they were the easiest to
As they turned the corner, the world around them began to grow brighter; with each step that
Yet the shift in the atmosphere was marked by a stillness descending on the room. There was no conversation. They might as well have been carved from wood. They were immobile. They were doing their best to hide. Shrinking like turtles into their jackets and chairs. Hoping it would not be they who were singled out for a glance, or worse, a word from the tall man.
When the storm was over he set out to find his great-grandfathers farm. He found some of the old foundation and the carved name on a tree and knew he was on the family compound of his dreams not terribly far from his soon to be home in the Hemlock tree.
"I've heard." Joe paused and looked down, his foot tracing lines in the freshly vacuumed carpet. "The thought of you leaving Misty Lake is, well, it's hard, to say the least, but I understand. Or at least I'm trying to. A fresh start might be a good thing. You know I'd miss you like crazy, and Dylan, he…"
Travers wandered around the room his shabby clothing (that was three sizes too big for him) was falling off his shoulder more and more with every step that he took. His crumpled up shirt with holes in was far from decent and his trousers that were once grey were black with filth. Travers was not a handsome man and had many distorting features: his ragged black hair filled with knots covered his pale forehead; his blue eyes had gone many weeks ago and in their place were red bloodshot ones; the bags under his eyes were those of an elderly woman. Sweat poured down his face and it was nothing to do with the heat of the room. Travers wiped his brow and slowly trod around the room. “He’s coming,” he thought. Shaking, Travers sat down onto the ancient settee. His fingers, which were extremely pale, could not stop shaking. His body hunched over as if he was protecting himself from pain and harm.
Rain drops pelted down against the window, and gale howled soon after. She had just awakened from a long...