“PULL ME IN!!!” “HELP ME!!!” screamed Saad Gunshots rang into the air, pulsating my eardrums like a grenade had just exploded beside me. At that moment, I heard a thump 10 feet behind me, I knew that Saad was not going to make it. The smell of gunpowder still lingered in the air and the crisp air of the night attacked my brain. In a split second, my vision became blurred and black webs formed in front of me. “I can’t stop. I can’t stop.” I repeated to myself. All that I have gone through these past three months cannot end here. The hard earned money my family has saved and spent in order to get me here to this point. I cannot let them down and there was no turning back. I picked up the fifty pound bag and sprinted to the direction of the
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
BANG, BOOM, BLAM,TAT-A-TAT, TAT. My ears are assaulted with noise, my eyes witness squirting blood a soldier is shot. I observe soldiers blown away by bombs. I see blood that saturates an infantry man. I view maimed men and observe limbs with fragmented bone. I witness militia dead on the ground. I listen to screams, grunts and gurgling blood in a man's windpipe. WHOOSH, flame throwers make a path with flames blazing burning men instantaneously. My eyes reveal the emotion that rips through my heart, tears drip down my cheek. I turn my head. I cannot watch a soldier cradle his buddy as he dies.
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.
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.
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.
Trails of thick smoke danced in the air, twirling into all sorts of directions. Nothing but haze fogged up the brown tinted aviators dangling off Detective Killinger’s eyes. Out from his eternal slumber, Killinger awoke as the backend of a lawn chair tipped back ever so slightly. As he wrangled around on the warm red carpet, a cold metal vice clenched his wrist, preventing him from exiting the scene. Handcuffs. Of course, he fished around into the abyss of his pockets, only to come up with a handful of lint, an empty flask, a crumpled pack of Camel cigarettes, and the address of a motel. No badge. No gun.
I broke away from the man’s grasp, scraping my arm upon his sharp beard and watching my feet take turns hitting the ground as the distance between he and myself grew greater. Scout’s hand was no longer in mine and I crawled frantically on the ground before I felt her ham costume. I pulled her to her feet but was thrust backwards slipping from her grasp again. I felt an agonising pain, shoot through my left arm that was accompanied by an ear-piercing CRACK. My head smashed into a tree root and the night faded even further to black. The next few moments felt like mere seconds. Slipping in and out of consciousness, I identified the silhouette of a lanky man. He freed Scout from the clutches of our attacker and thrust a knife between the man’s ribs, sending him collapsing lifelessly to the
The loud thud had echoed throughout the field. All I could see was black. My head was throbbing as tears streamed down my face. I knew I was hurt despite my body feeling numb. I could not hear anything except the pounding from my head.
I drifted my eyes away from the hill for a short moment until I heard the sound of multiple gunshots in my left ear. My head whipped to face the direction of the sound. It came from the hill. I could not get myself to move but my friends were yellings and ducking. When I finally broke myself free of shock i chose flight, not fight.
I ducked around a corner covering my head from the shots. this is not how i planned my day, but in this crule and violent world how could anyone plan this. Teenagers shooting at eachother over words. They are hurt, lost, and looking for a family to make them feel wanted. i blame parents. not the ones who spend their time working to put food on the table and clothes on their back, but the ones who sit around all day not having a care in the world. do you not realize that you have a duty to protect your kids. do you even know where your kids are right now? do you not understand the thing that they could be doing right now?
It was a quiet night, 9 PM, and no sounds were heard. Detective Josh Bush was just getting ready to leave. His assistant; Carl Lobson, hadn’t showed up all day because he was home sick. He felt uneasy the way Carl’s desk was empty with shadows over it. Josh heard a creak at the door and saw Carl.
The Perfect Murder The wind was strong, but in the sheltered clearing, all that could be felt was a slight breeze. The green leaves rustled, the birds sang, and the bees buzzed around, collecting pollen from the lilacs. It was the perfect place for Shannon to enjoy the warm sun and plot out her next murder.
“Caleb, how many times do I have to say it. I. AM. READY.” “We will talk about it later. We have to get to the house,” Caleb says, trying to lighten the mood.
The Last Five Minutes Drip. Drip. Drip. Filthy water keeps falling onto my face, running in rivulets past my lips filling my mouth with the flavor of roofing tar, and the bitter tang of rust from a leaking gutter fill my mouth.
As the sun slowly settled, darkness began to overcome the Earth. Sickness—had come. The sickness slowly but readily crept into each home. It was the Midnight Theft. The destructive plague stole during midnight—it stole lives. Deep in the heart of Tukenasville, people were dying, and the whole country was beginning to perish. The flowers withered as they bloomed. The mountain peaks crumbled under steer weight. Animals fled to holes to live out the final moments of their life. People were distraught, and chaos was invading every planet in the macrocosm. People called me Nikolaou Gonfalon. I was the last of the Warriors of Phos. Long ago, the Sisters of Moiré ordained my doomed fate. I tried to bargain with them to change it, but in the end, I captured them and locked them up in a repository on a cliff. I was to lead the expedition to find the cure for the Midnight Theft. That, however, was not the reason why I would go on this journey. My best friend, Tolem, was dying of a rare illness called Takigifeay. It was causing the slow built up of lactic acid on his bones. I knew that death would come to him soon. Legend spoke about a necklace that can bring life to anyone or thing. It was said to have been belonged to an Oceanian, one of the water people. The Lost Jade Necklace of Serenity was what it was called, and it could bring healing to the Earth. Nonetheless, it could be the obliteration of mankind, also. I began to pack since my journey was to start at that moment.