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. I started going west toward the Moonlight Cave. I was on a dangerous mission, and I needed help badly. I knew that the entrance only revealed itself when the moon glowed. It was already dark. Finally, great light exploded from a side of ... ... middle of paper ... ...me. I was hovering above my town when a stray arrow whacked into me. I saw myself change back into human and plummet in a spiral to the ground. Blackness enveloped my eyes. "Niko! You’re ok!" shouted a familiar voice. Through my hazy view I saw my best friend, Tolem, shouting and clapping his hands. "Tolem, you’re ok, too!" I exclaimed in sincere surprise. "What happened to your sickness?" "They found you unconscious with the necklace thingy, and they placed it on me. I feel much better now." "That’s a relief to hear, Totem." "Where have you been? You were gone for three weeks!" "Well," I said weakly, "it’s a long story." "Oh! A story!" shouted Totem with glee, "I want to hear the story!" "Ok," I said as I sat up in a more comfortable position, "It all began like this. As the sun slowly settled, darkness began to overcome the Earth . . . ."
Jacqmin, Laura. And When We Awoke There Was Light and Light. December 4, 2013. TS. E-Res. Library St. Mary’s College. Moraga Ca.
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So the Moon should have risen big and bright on the night of May 19, but it failed to do so. Not a trace of it. Nor could any stars be seen either. The day had been as dark as midnight over much of New England, and though there were neither gas lights nor electric lights at that early era, there were candles to light the homes. Accustomed as Americans of that time were to the nighttime hours, they had never seen a night so utterly black as this. Those who, for one reason and another, were out and about on the roads of rural America that unusual night, found themselves confronted by a darkness that was no less remarkable than that of the daytime hours had been. Horses, the primary means of transportation, could not see to put one foot in front of the other, and simply refused to move. At various times that evening after the Moon rose, though invisibly, the sky cleared sufficiently to present the dreadful specter of a blood-red disc rising to the zenith of the heavens. This phenomenon especially was noted after midnight had ushered in the 20th of May. Bloody and round, the Moon at least offered some small hope that the darkened heavens were at last beginning to clear. Gradually stars began to appear, and the next morning the Sun, to the immense relief of all, rose at its accustomed time and
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
He was now ready for act two, Peeking out through a small crack in the boards that were nailed to the windows to keep people out it was but a few minutes when he heard the police car pull up. He watched the patrol car driving slowly as their spotlight searched the outside of the building. The windows boarded with half decayed panels of wood, glass and debris covered the yard. Jesse ducked as a beam of light flashed over his head through the cracks in the boards. He questioned, it didn’t make much sense to board up the windows and not block the doorway entrances.
Trapped Charlie woke up with the biggest headache he ever had struggled with. The bright sun glared into his eyes, and the humid air was so thick he felt he could cut it with a knife. Sitting up, Charlie took in his surroundings. Surrounding him was strange foliage he had never seen. Trees with trunks that looked like the skin of a pineapple towered above him.
“Aiden, stand still.” Mason grabbed the end of the gauze between my shoulder blades and spinning me around like a top. “Better?”
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
January, 1607: It has to be at least 11:30pm this night of January 9th, and I remain awake. Ever since I discovered my skin caked with red speckles two mornings ago, I realized the awful truth. I have scabies. I sit up in my cold, damp bunk and my mind jumps to my legs, which are pringling immensely.
The streets of New York were glisting with the glow of street lights that shone down on the wet pavement as Elena Gilbert made her way out of a small bar she'd been hanging out in for the last few hours, which had smelt of stale ciggerates and regrets, but it mattered little to Elena. After several rounds of shots she'd spent most her time dancing and teasing the men and women into falling for her, compulsion was never needed. She could simply flash a smile, bat her lashes and they'd be hooked to her. There was a time Elena would have cringed at the idea killing people like this, not now. Two years had passed since Katherine Pierce had killed her younger brother, Jeremy Gilbert, two years since her humanity had been switched off.
The lights were what intrigued me. In my earliest memories, only the moon illuminated the darkness, a hole of light punched into the black, velvety night. Its light shone on the red, course sand of our hometown, the Arizonian soil rich with the memories of the ancient tribal footprints that had once walked upon it. I can’t remember the first time that I ever noticed the lights, but I can remember the first time I noticed my people’s reaction to them. The constant scorn and bitterness led me to conclude that I was to stay away from this new place, but I knew that I could never completely ignore the new spectacle, even after my father sat down with me to give me that first order.
The wind's only whistling quietly but it's enough to take him by surprise when the door opens and the silence is broken by it. A figure, face masked by a black helmet, stands in the doorway, letting the sand begin to slowly push its way in, before taking two steps forward, heavy boots thudding on the floor, and letting the door swing closed behind them. Their leather jacket lifts slightly as they reach for the helmet, revealing a sliver of a torn blue shirt beneath it. The removal of the helmet allows a cascade of dark hair to fall out and piercing brown eyes to be seen.
After a long time I was able to pull myself back together, regaining consciousness. I looked around myself in wonder. At the time everything I was seeing and experiencing was brand new. I was frustrated to find that this place was piercingly cold, grey, and lonely. Everyday I would gaze up at the sphere and curse it.
“Maybe I should go back” I said taking one last glance, at the strange woods surrounding me, before turning to leave. Just then I heard a loud snap and I whipped around to see where it came from. I held my breath as my eyes darted from the ground to the trees. Then something caught my attention, through the trees I saw the reflection of the sunset, in a lake. “Huh, I never knew this was out here” I said walking towards it.