Chapter 1 I awoke slowly. I clutched at my head as I came to, opening my eyes groggily as I looked around at an unfamiliar setting. I am lying on a rocky plain, There are rock structures and floating rocks in the distance as far as I can see, no wildlife or plants of any kind. In the sky above me, there exists only an endless night sky of twinkling stars. Where am I? What is this place? How'd I get here? As I was contemplating this pain began pounding down onto my brain. ARRRGGHHH! The sudden rush of pain was too much for me to handle and I dropped to my knees. I cradled my head in my hands struggling to stay conscious. Another wave of pain hit and I could feel my brain throbbing.The pain gnawed on every nerve in my body. I could feel my brain about to turn into mush when I heard a voice I could tell was taking pleasure in my pain. YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SMART, DIDN'T YOU? YOU CHALLENGED THE GODS AND LOST AND YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST REINCARNATE IN ANOTHER BODY AND TRY AGAIN? I'M AFRAID YOU'RE INCREDIBLY MISTAKEN. THERE ARE NO SECOND CHANCES, IT WAS A SMART MOVE GOING INTO THE BODY OF A MORTAL SO WE COULDN'T KILL YOU. I'LL GIVE THAT ONE TO YOU, BUT WHAT WE DID DO TO YOU IS SO MUCH WORSE. WE SEALED YOUR MEMORIES, ALL THE KNOWLEDGE THAT YOU'VE ACCUMULATED OVER THE CENTURIES, GONE. AND IF THAT WASN'T BAD ENOUGH WE ALSO BANISHED YOU …show more content…
Let's take a short break. It's been a few hours since I've been dropped off and all I can say is, I'm exhausted. I've been walking all day, and all I can say is, thank god there's no sun. Secondly I've been sifting through my memories, and as far as a I can tell the only memories I'm missing are the ones concerning combat my life before this place. Common things or how the world works I had no problem remembering. Lastly, everything in this freaking place looks the same! Just big black floating rocks,small black floating rocks, big black non-floating rocks,a house, small black non-floating… wait is that a
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 previous week they had performed the spell successfully. After contacting Mordred, Merlin and Morgana had arranged to meet him and Aglain, the leader of the druid camp, in the woods near a small waterfall, halfway between Camelot and the grave of Gorlois. Morgana always went on her annual pilgrimage to her father's tomb at this time of the year, at the end of spring.
My hands are tied with a roughly woven rope. The rope is cutting into my wrists, and blood is dropping down all over floor. I am trying to unbind my hands, but I can’t. Sweat is rolling down from all over my face. I am thirsty, too much thirsty. I am feeling my stomach is filled with small and hard stones. I notice a shiny reflection of glass. I looked at it, and the glass is filled with water. I am dragging myself to the glass. My pants are ripped, and knees are bleeding. Every single bone of my body is shouting with pain. The glass seems to be miles away from me. At last, I reached it. I am just going to take a sip of water, but somebody takes it away from
On a cold windy night, the sound of bombs dropping echoed not too far away. Ahmad was laying down thinking about his life. He contemplated his existence by asking himself questions. Is his life worth it? Is staying in the country worth risking his life?
“They’re arguing about our sailing time,” replied Mark. “Specifically, why have we not departed already?” Other people added their voices to the argument, excitedly gesturing and complaining. Amos appeared crossing the companionway to the deck.
A thick plume of black smoke and ash hung in the air in a heavy haze, almost completely obscuring the lurid red glow of the waning sun. Below, a cloud of grey plaster dust twisted and writhed amid the sea of debris as intermittent eddies of wind gusted by.
The wheels were spinning as a ferris wheel. Pointed High in the sky, they rotated on the car, My view upside down as I’m laying in my seat. The metal of the Jeep was crushing my leg and hand. I’m pinned to the seat. The pain shoots up to my hand and leg.
The Story begins on a beach with three young children playing. Violet, 14, inventor; Klaus, 12, amateur researcher; and Sunny, baby, professional biter who has not totally developed speech. When they arrive to the beach it is a cloudy foggy overcast day. Violet is spending her time here skipping rocks, Klaus is studying tide pools and Sunny is just enjoying her time being at the beach with her older siblings. Even though it is not the greatest day in the world, the children are enjoying their time spent here at their favorite place. No other people are here on beach and this gives the children a place to be alone with their imagination. While playing a gentleman is approaching, but with the fog it scares the children because they cannot see who walks beneath the fog. As the figure gets closer they start to figure out who it is. The strange figure that lurked in the fog is Mr. Poe a friend of the family. Mr. Poe comes over to the children playing and explains to the children that their parents have perished in a fire that destroyed their home. Mr. Poe explains to the children that they will have to live with his family temporarily until he can figure out a plan as to where they will go.
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
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
Pushing past the exhaustion and the pain, Olivia slowly limped her way into the next room of the cave where a new prisoner had been brought in a couple of weeks ago. If only she had some kind of choices about what she could or should do. Any choice. When she first got recruited to take care of the group’s entourage, she surely didn’t know what she was signing up to. The injuries she saw on the bodies of the first two young males that had been placed in her careturned her stomach upside down more than once and part of her mind was glad their suffering were over.
Ubah Jama P-3 Blair War Against Ourselves M I tried my best. I can’t take it anymore. It should have been me. Why Did God took her from me. She was all I had.
Who brought me here? Out of impulse, my hand travels to my face, pressing the throbbing area on my right temple. I felt a scar and flinched at the pain. I tried to get up. Once I stepped on the cold, white tiles, I instantly fell back on to the bed. My body, engulfed in pain as if objecting my decision to stand up. I lay there pathetically, waiting for the pain to wash away. Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with a white fluorescent light. Perhaps waiting for some help by the hospital staff. I still didn't know how I got here, who took me here, how long I've been here.
The humid, tense air filled the courtroom. I didn't know weither i was sweating from sweat or the heat. I saw many people getting ready for the upcoming trial, some socialization and some reading over notes. As more and more people walked in, the room's atmosphere kept getting stale. I started to feel sick to my stomache from the nerves of talking in front of so many people.
Looking down the hole that led to nowhere, I could taste the bitterness of my fate; the sour spit that hunger had released into my dry mouth drizzled around in an uncontrolled manner. My stomach churned and my intestines were strangled, as though a snake had twirled around them and slit them with its sharp and jagged teeth releasing a strong poison that irritated the surface of my innards.