Broken Bones and Nostalgia Nostalgia. That’s what I’d felt, it was like an overwhelming wave of worry and happiness holding me back and not letting go, and it was. I’d also felt pain, but that was probably from the broken arm. It had been five years since I’d seen V and here we were again, both in the hospital, of our own accord. Again. My heart pumped, and I couldn’t sit still. We’d fought, literally all the time, on purpose. It’s not like we hated each other or anything. It was just our way of having fun. This is a weird way of fun. Said everyone but us. After the large,dark, mahogany door was slowly pushed open. I saw a person. Who looked nothing like how V used to look. It couldn’t be. How did I manage to go five whole years without seeing him. I dropped everything and ran up to V. “Mīru …show more content…
Roughly.” I stated.. V’s eyes widened. “You seriously remember that Ms.Iveforgottenmyownname?” He asked teasingly. “Shut up.” I said and weighed the sword with my arm. “Light.” “Are you kidding?” He asked in surprise. “I gave you the heavier one!” “No!” I protested. “It’s very light.” I said lifting it up. “Let’s fight!” I yelled and he charged at me. We both struck with the swords and met in an “X” in the middle and they had made a loud crack sound, like a piece of broken glass scratching against a blackboard. My arms shivered and sent multiple shocks of sharp stabbing pain up my arms. I winced in pain. V dropped his sword and hissed. “Dēvuḍu. Mīru balaṅgā sampādin̄cānu (God, you’ve gotten stronger.)” A drop of sweat dripped down my forehead. Shots of pain shot up my arm again and I dropped mine. My arm felt like it was on fire.“So have you.” The door banged open. “Are you two alright?” It was my mother. “Oh. You two are at each other’s throats again.” She realized and suggested “We should probably go see a doctor otherwise those’ll get worse.” V’s mother, my brother, and V’s sister ran out behind them. V’s mother didn’t look
“Well how do you explain your behavior the morning I tried to throw away the pearl?” I asked, remembering the sharp pain of his clenched fist making contact with my jaw. “You had become so w...
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.
One rather beautiful day I head down to the building fields of Uruk with my only son Urnabe. He is 14 and he is turning out to be a skilled mason or at least better than his old man. When we get there I see that Binfem was already waiting for me.
There once was a man named Franswah, and he had a wife named Keisha. They both lived in Keithville, Atlanta. They had a little girl named Jasmine, she was twelve years of age and she attended Ghettoville Jr. High School in the seventh grade. Keisha never did like doing anything, so her husband Franswah decided to go out and have an affair with a lady named Shay. Franswah and Shay worked at a law firm together. Shay was his assistant, she always helped him with things and they always went to lunch together. So some nights he never came home or either he came in late. Keisha was never the type of person to just argue, she mainly just questioned him to see what the response would be and she left it alone until the next morning. So one night when he came in he had a funny odor and Keisha asked him what was up with the smell, he told her that he had been working out and got sweaty. Their daughter Jasmine had very high blood pressure, so most of the time she didn’t go to school because of her condition and she stayed ill. Keisha had a younger sister named Ashley, she is the rowdy type that doesn’t care and will tell anybody anything. Keisha was telling her sister about Franswah coming in late, having a odor on him and don’t want to be questioned. So one day when Ashley was over there and he walked in she confronted him and told him if she find out that’s its that he’s cheating on her she was gone handle it. So he got mad and started hollering at Keisha for telling her sister about what was going on in their relationship. Then that’s when Ashley came back and told him that she can tell her anything she want to tell her because that’s her sister. So few minutes later the phone rings and its was Shay. Keisha answers the phone and it was another lady’s voice, and she asked to speak to Franswah. So she asked her who is calling and she told her that it was Franswah’s baby mother. Everyone is in shock, so Ashley gets on the phone and started getting rowdy. Ashley was asking her different questions like how old is the baby, where she live, and where did Franswah and her meet.
Alonte’ was running to the pool. He jumped in with both feet and moved water with his hands. He looked up at his brother. Then walk out of pool and climbed up ladder with his left foot first then right. He sat the top the slide and watch Jayden go down the little slide first into the pool.
"Ok, now let's see what you can do with this pistol alright" I gave her five shells to load and told her, "always leave the hammer on an empty chamber for your safety" I stood behind her and watched as she took aim not expecting her to hit any of the targets. Boy was I wrong, with every shot a target flew through the air with a hole dead center. After she unloaded the pistol she motioned for me to give her more ammo. I gave her five more shells, she loaded the gun, aimed and fired with the same results. After this round was over I motioned for her to sit down a minute. Brenda was smiling and said, "how did I do" "You were great and where did you learn to shoot that way" I use to target pratice, remember I told you that" "yes I remember, but did not expect you to be so good" "Big things come in small packages she laughed. I laughed with her and said, "let's see how you do with a rifle now" I walked out about two-hundred feet and set up four targets for her and said, "all your's" Brenda steadied herself and aimed, missed the first one, raised the rifle again, and took a shot. The target went flying through the air flipping over and over. "Not bad, now and let's see if you can keep it going" I told her. She hit the other two and raised the rifle again, and I stopped her and said, "what are you shooting at" "The one I missed of course" The other target she hit knocked the down she missed so I let her have her way. She cocked the rifle, brought it up to aim and fired. Sure enough that target went down. "You are amazing and is there anything else I do not know about you smiling" "Oh there is a lot but that would take the mystery of of it wouldn't it", grinning. "I suppose and we have plenty of time to find out those things my dear" As we walked back to the cabin we held hands like two lovers that were sneaking around behind their parents back. The rest of the day we just sat on the porch and made small talk with one another. Every-now-and-then she would look at me and smile. Brenda started humming a little tune and I watched her rocking back and forth keeping time to it.
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
Outside, the Howling swept across the dark forest and slowly the deep, colorless fog suffocated the land, from great arch trees - ancient and wise, to struggling briars – hardy and wicked, till the stubborn weeds – everlasting no more. Shadows flitted just beyond sight, faintly outlined against the pale mist. Impossible shapes, a scrambling of limbs, their countless eyes, watching, watching from afar. But they were getting closer, closer, closer. There was no moon tonight.
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
I gulped and felt my stomach turn but I figured that I couldn’t turn back now. I walked towards the door and entered. The room was very dark, but could not hide the 2 pairs of hungry, glowing red eyes that were staring right into my soul. “Sebastian, light the candles,” a young, male voice mumbled.
Their swords clashed, a ring resonating throughout the courtyard. She gritted her teeth as she slowly began to grow tired. The rain continued to talk from the sky soaking their clothes and weighing them down. But still they carried on, neither one giving up.
Outside the museum, there are about five or six children all whooping and running in and out of these sprinklers. Tommy asks me if I think the sprinklers are a part of the museum. I tell him I hope they are, that the sprinklers are the best damn art I have ever seen. The children all have muddy knees and dirt mustaches and they aren’t doing much of anything except for running and whooping. Dad comes up to Tommy and me.
Dark Truths It was a chilly winter day in late December and as I stood, nearly paralyzed, as my mother left the room, my hands began to fidget twirling one thumb around the other. An inner conflict had begun between my instincts to simply leave the room but the appointment had been scheduled and I needed help. My feet tapped rapidly like a rabbit thumping its feet in preparation to run away from danger.
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.’
“Hey sis, come over here,” Mei called “What is it?” I asked her as I started walking her direction. She was standing at the edge of the woods staring at something through the trees. As I stood next to her I noticed what she was pointing out. There was a beautiful village hidden in the woods, and it was full of elves.