Joey Kuhlmann Mrs. Aeschilman Creative Writing 12 December 2013 A Faithful Draft The arrival of winter was well on its way. The colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky seamed bigger with the disappearance of the leaves. As Robert drove down the long country road he was much more aware of all his surroundings. He grew up in this small town and always thought he would never leave. He knew every inch of the area. This place is where he grew up and had some of the best times of his life. The new chapter of his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach of something not right. Three weeks ago Robert, twenty four years old, finished his second year of college. He enjoyed college life, fraternity friends, parties, and everything that goes along with college. Because of some family problems a couple years ago, he did not start college on time like most of his friends, but he was working his way through. Earlier in the year Robert had a little trouble in a couple classes. Then the cursed letter arrived in the mail. Robert was being drafted; he was going to war. Colleges notify the draft board when students fail classes. Which is exactly what happened to Robert. Robert would have to travel to an army base for his basic training, and then he would later find out that he was to be assigned directly to Pakistan to fight in the war. Robert was in shock. Although he felt like he must serve his country, the little boy in him kicked in and he didn’t want to leave. If he had only tried a little harder, or gone to a professor for extra help, he would probably still be only worried about school. But these were the choices he made and the consequences he would ha... ... middle of paper ... ...though it was war, he had still taken lives; and this thought bothered Robert greatly. Today Robert realized he was doing his country a great deal of duty as he drifted off for a short sleep. The next day, Robert awoke to yet another sequence of loud noises. Only this time they were a lot worse and all he could see was fire. The next thing Robert knew he was rolling on the ground with an unbearable pain. The next week Robert’s closes friend and family broke down as he walked off the plane with permanent scars all across his face. Robert immediately hugged his parent’s and pulled out a little book. This book was his pocket Bible that he carried with him always in Pakistan. He went over to Father Miller and handed him the burnt book and broke down and thank Father Miller. Father Miller was in awe and he explained that he had done nothing and God was what saved him.
The window was cold to the touch. The glass shimmered as the specks of sunlight danced, and Blake stood, peering out. As God put his head to the window, at once, he felt light shining through his soul. Six years old. Age ceased to define him and time ceased to exist. Silence seeped into every crevice of the room, and slowly, as the awe of the vision engulfed him, he felt the gates slowly open. His thoughts grew fluid, unrestrained, and almost chaotic. An untouched imagination had been liberated, and soon, the world around him transformed into one of magnificence and wonder. His childish naivety cloaked the flaws and turbulence of London, and the imagination became, to Blake, the body of God. The darkness lingering in the corners of London slowly became light. Years passed by, slowly fading into wisps of the past, and the blanket of innocence deteriorated as reality blurred the clarity of childhood.
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.
The arrival of winter was 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. He grew up in this small town and knew he would live there forever. He knew every landmark in this area. This place is where he grew up and experienced many adventures. The new journey of his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach of something not right.
Eden considered herself a master of the death stare, and it shut people up most of the time. Black-ringed eyes, wide and uninviting--it's what she excelled at. Her stare said: "don't even dream of talking to me."
As she sat on the floor, Hulga took a minute to think about what had just happened. After a while she came to the realization that she had been tricked and now she has to do something about it. She sat there and tried to formulate a plan of action, and she eventually decided that she would need to find something to help her walk. Now that Hulga knew what she needed to accomplish, it was time for her to put her plan in motion.
Wings wrapped and snapped the highest tree limbs, claws lacerated the trunks, bleeding sticky with sap. I could smell it. "Oh yeah. This was definitely it!"
It had been a succesfull raid to be sure and Booth was more than happy with his share of the spoils. He had just overseen the sale of the stolen goods and had devided the money, so that every man got an equal share. Well of course not every man. He was the Captain and it was his ship. So of course he got more than the others. It was only fair, since he endured most of the risks.
“May your journey in the darkness bring you to the light,” the short one said.
The Gunslinger has been walking for 7 days through the desert. It seems that the desert is becoming more and more barren the further he walks. The desert held no life there was just soft red sand everywhere, with a blistering sun beating down on anything which emerges out of the shadows. As he walked he took out a single bullet from his belt and started to fidget to keep his mind blank. It flew from one finger to the next, in between each knuckle effortlessly gliding across his skin. With long strides, he tracked through the sand, having the familiar rhythm of his gun holsters hitting against the side of his thighs.
Stumbling down the she landed at the doorstep of a rustic, old and wet house. Her suitcase lay on the ground and her clothes were scattered on the cold and damp floor. Rain fell as she clumsily picked up her belongings while twisting the doorknob. She gently closed the door, dragging her bag into the house.
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
Vince finally lost his patience and his anger radiated heat like a wild fire in the bond. Gripping her jaw tightly his fingers dug into her skin hard, the nails on his hands elongating into claws that threatened to break the skin. A threatening growl sounded from his chest and his lip drew back in a snarl revealing a mouthful of inhumanly sharp teeth. "ENOUGH!" He snarled out in a low growl. His dark eyes burning coals in their sockets as he moved to mount her, sitting on her hips holding her down under his bulk.
One particularly freezing night, the family needed a larger fire than ever before. The man set out to grab wood from their storage. As the man brought more and made a second trip, he didn’t notice the spark landing on his wife’s blanket. The fire caught on quickly to the cotton blanket, it ate up the cloth quickly and engulfed the woman next. She awoke and noticed the fire around her; she panicked and ran about the hut. She screamed and screamed but nothing could stop it, as the fire took her life she dropped to the ground next to the wooden walls. Soon the fire had t...
Frozen silence of a winter's dawn, matted brown pine needles peaking out of a powdery white carpet frosted trees sagging from the weight of last night's snowfall. Large flakes fell from heaven as if the angels were having a pillow fight and the goose down fell to our humble homes. Though beautiful the snow was cold and sharp as it bit at our fingers and the wind kissed the people's cheeks in the stunning forest. Like a wolf the snow bit at our fingers with its sharp icy teeth. How rare it is for the first time for such a still place to be when we ourselves are so busy in our minds that there is somewhere which can only listen. The whip slapped the huskies, pulling the sleds into motion. They stopped in the forest for rest by a homeless
I woke up in the morning and started picking feathers out of my hair and then out of their hair. The entire room was bathed in feathers. I couldn’t imagine, how one would even begin, to clean this up.