I looked up at the stars, twinkling away. They all looked like little fireflies in the distance, bearing down upon me, every one of their faces grinning. The moon was large and overwhelming, glowing with a delirious bliss which seemed to simultaneously excite and subdue me. Glancing down at my fur, I had begun to notice that it was reflecting a moonlight, the blue canceling out the red and leaving me a grey-ish crimson color...
Alex broke into a sprint, galloping across the ground like a horse on two legs. Escaping the world behind him forever, he sliced surgically through the air as fast as his body allowed.
I followed. My spine sprung as all four legs hit their maximum potential, making me feel like more of an aerial beast than a land one.
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Focus, Cub. We need to escape, and it needs to be now. I say this is a win-win scenario, would you not?"
"Okay, that was personal! It's not fat, it's... it's just skin!"
Alex glared. "I will forget that you said that."
"He-he... well, if you say so, Mr. Thaddeus. Well, let's go... the helicopter is full of fuel, and is ready to fly..."
He walked inside, flicking on a couple of light switches. The two of us walked into the warehouse, I being unsure of what to expect from the outside.
The inside was like an aerial hanger. To the far, right side was a small, opened mobile home attached to the wall. It was opened up like a dollhouse, and you could see every room once inside the warehouse.
To the opposite side of the hangar was an helicopter. It was a bright lime green, and on the side of it was painted, 'Orlando.' It was a different shape than I had ever seen a helicopter before, too. This craft was longer, like a private jet, but not so long that it lost its small size.
"I see you have a new helicopter, Cub," noted
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it happened.
"Ren, look over here, the sun is rising..." noted Alex.
I looked over, and surely enough, it was. I watched as the sun's rays passed through every layer of the atmosphere, creating a brilliant display of purple and blue. The rays of the sun slowly cast themselves upon the grass, claiming each area of land, once inhabited by moonlight, for its very own. One by one the blades of grass fell, retrieved by the sun and colored properly with its golden warmth.
Like a bolt of lightning, a ray of sunlight hit me, and the warmth all over my own fur increased. The sun had claimed me for its own, just like every day... Every day the sun was constant, it never left... the one sane thing in this crazy world...
"It's 6:38 AM in Wessex, Albion, and the temperature is a breezy twenty degrees Celsius," announced Cub. "So far we seem to have half-decent weather, let's hope that it stays that way during the entire length of our transatlantic flight. Ten minutes down, hours and hours to
An impulse of affection and guardianship drew Niel up the poplar-bordered road in the early light [. . .] and on to the marsh. The sky was burning with the soft pink and silver of a cloudless summer dawn. The heavy, bowed grasses splashed him to the knees. All over the marsh, snow-on-the-mountain, globed with dew, made cool sheets of silver, and the swamp milk-weed spread its flat, raspberry-coloured clusters. There was an almost religious purity about the fresh morning air, the tender sky, the grass and flowers with the sheen of early dew upon them. There was in all living things something limpid and joyous-like the wet morning call of the birds, flying up through the unstained atmosphere. Out of the saffron east a thin, yellow, wine-like sunshine began to gild the fragrant meadows and the glistening tops of the grove. Neil wondered why he did not often come over like this, to see the day before men and their activities had spoiled it, while the morning star was still unsullied, like a gift handed down from the heroic ages.
All the room was swimming in moonlight. Everything was different. There were deep shadows and swaths of silver, all mixed, all moving. She arose quietly and tiptoed from the room. She went out into the garden.
“Thankyou Morganna” Mordred smiled at her as she caressed her glossy, black hair behind her ears. The wall flickered as a naked flame danced a wild tune and the Djinn hid within the dark embers of the room. Aithusa had flown threw the window; his wing shattered, his translucent white scales getting finer and less thick on his underbelly. His scales were gemlike the colour of clouds. Now, on the end of his tail was a spiked ball blazing bright as ever like a flickering flame.
The bright light pierced through my frigid skin and gave me an instant boost of warmth. The sun worked its way up the sky, presenting its power to everything in its sight. All of the birds were singing in my ear with high spirits, flying through the sky trying to claim it for itself. The sky shed its color from a dark, misty blue-green color, to a bright glistening blue sky. Fluffy clumps of clouds that were covering the sky before, seemed to slowly disappear into thin air, causing the crystal-clear waves to sparkle like a dazzling new diamond ring and the cold waters began to rise in temperature, becoming warm enough to unfreeze my feet from the sandy shore.
I am not the kind of person who talks or writes much. Putting my thoughts on papers is something I have always struggled with doing. I believe this class will help me improve on transferring my thoughts to paper, in an organized fashion. I look forward to becoming a better writer because of this class.
My feet hit the soft, long, green grass. It was the greenest thing I have ever seen. Then I approached the tall, ancient trees. The trees spock to me, as the leaves danced, and as birds chirped. I walked into the thick trees.
I looked up at the moon with him and envisioned a perfect life as a wolf, being in the dark woods, my snout held high as I ran with my paws pounding against the moist dirt and dried up leaves.
When I got to the tree again I put a soft pad in case it didn’t work. When I finally got up the tree, I was eager to jump with my new wings but I was also really scared. I really wanted to do it but I felt inside of me that I would get hurt.
I eased behind the huge mass of nesting material and took a firm hold of
colour of the sun looked like a big fireball. At that time I did not
Sometimes the grasshoppers would appear from around a blade of grass as if they were asking for approval to jump on my blanket. Every so often a leaf would jump off its branch to greet me as I sat. It would float through the air as light as feather and land softly on the grass. As the autumn drew near, it was like a rainstorm of brown, yellow and red leaves, all falling to make way for the beautiful spring leaves.
I stopped walking and looked up at the faint stars. The seagulls were flying overhead. They were screeching and swooping at the water. I started to wish I were one of them, flying free without any restrictions or limits. I listened to their voice, the screech. Deep down in I could understand what they were saying. I can't explain it, but I was so in love with the moment I thought I saw things as they did. I was in company of animals that had no concept of time, and no worries, and I was contempt with that. I closed my eyes and the faint sun warmed my face, as if shining only for me. The warmth made ...
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.
There was darkness, and now there is light. As if it was proclaimed the sun broke forth triumphantly, warmed the earth, spreading its gleaming tendrils to every corner of the world, and chased away the dreadful night. Like a symbol of joy itself the beams hound out the last of the shadows which used to haunt the land. The night itself is the very epitome of sorrow, the being of death and blackness, where as the sunrise is the bearer of hope, the emblem of new life and rebirth. Through the darkness which seems to prevail, the night whose blackness seems to never end, the sun manages to once again rise over the horizon and illuminate the planet with its glorious rays. My life, once bleak and dreary has experienced a sunrise, one which has filled my world with warmth and light and drove away the cloudy and obscure shadows.