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For an ordinary guy, it was a strange day, and it all started when I had just been sitting in my house watching YouTube. When I was in the middle of a really funny video and I started to hear this faint, high pitched eerie noise. Thinking that the noise was coming from the video as a joke to the viewers, I started to turn down the volume. Still, I could hear the the noise. It seemed as if it was getting louder. The volume eventually reached zero. Still, the noise carried on. Beginning to get tense and scared, I got up and journeyed downstairs into the kitchen. The ringing seemed a lot more intense down there. I could feel the noise vibrating inside my ears like and toothbrush (which by the way, if you haven't ever stuck a vibrating toothbrush …show more content…
It didn't take long to hear the mass destruction and shrieks of terror coming from a nearby city. The city was only a few miles away and it would only take me about 30 seconds to get there. When I got there I found the city almost completely deserted. Buildings were collapsed and up in flames, and there was torn up concrete and rubble all over the ground. It looked horrible. As I flew deeper into the city, the sound of the explosions grew louder and I knew i was getting close. I turned and corner and there he was, attacking a group of defenseless people. The people looked badly injured and cut up. Just as Volkengar was about to finish them off with a green energy ball, I decided to throw a rock at him. It hit him in the back of the head and he whipped around faster than a cheetah. “And who might you be?” He asked. “Just another defenseless human being ready to cripple under my power?” He said. He then threw an energy ball at me. Taking a flame from a nearby sidewalk fire, I ignited and countered with a fireball. The look on his face was in so much shock it was kind of funny. He clearly didn't expect that. In the blink of an eye that confused face turned into anger and he flew at me...fast. I rose and bolted right back at him and used my super strength to hit him and send him flying back into and building.He popped up right away and hit me from behind and I felt this horrible pain on the upper right side of my back. Some how managing to stay on my feet I shot up into the air to lure him into following me. It worked. I flew in and out of skyscrapers and I lost him. I snuck up from behind him, fireball in hand and threw it at him and nailed him. I was a man on a mission to destroy him. (1) Quickly, he darted out of sight through the buildings. (4) I was looking for him for a while when I saw him emerge from a building. “You're not bad. You’re putting up a good fight against me anyways. But
You are alone at night, and all you have is a flashlight that doesn't work and a sleeping bag. Then you see a church and decide to go behind it to stay away from a person’s eyes. When you get there you put everything down and put new batteries in your flashlight. When you start doing this, you hear voices around you and start wondering if you are not alone. Looking everywhere you find nothing, then you come back where you were and your stuff has been moved. Then you start wondering around and you come upon a mental cover covered with grass. You open it up and you find stairs and your curiosity get the best of you. You head down the stairs and then you feel like something is pulling you down. You get down there and it feels like you have been down there for weeks and when you come back up, you do not remember anything that just happened. This experience has been felt by many people that
The village of Perdonia was being overrun by goblins. Women and children were screaming as goblins foraged the city stealing anything of value. The air was thick with smoke, and buildings were ablaze. Ash, and soot were floating down to the earth as peasants ran past screaming wildly. I stood in the center of town, holding my staff and keeping the goblins at bay. I stood blocking the entrance to the treasury, thousands of gold pieces within the treasury, were only one hundred feet from the goblins. It was as if they could smell it, their eyes reflecting gold and their faces snarling hungrily. They were creeping forward slowly, devilish grins on their wart covered faces. There were four goblins facing me trying to sneak past. One threw a pouch of foul smelling powder, which explodes on contact. The powder releases a toxic yellow cloud that is potentially poisonous, when breathed in directly. A ball of pure energy blasts from the end of my staff. The goblins pouch exploded before it reached me. The goblin started choking on the poison, as well as the one to his left who happened to be standing too close. The other two goblins let out ear piercing shrieks, screaming at the loss of their brothers. They charged towards me, anger ripping through their eyes. Electricity ripped through my staff emanating from my body, and shot into the nearest goblin. He screamed and scrambled back toward the mountains. Ok so electricity can only hurt them. Add that to the list. Goblins were also immune to fire, and acid. As the last one ran toward me, I raised my staff again. I released a red beam from my staff, and the goblin screeched before falling to the ground. I breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly scanned the squ...
My head suddenly snapped back when I heard a noise. My mom’s eyes were closed, but on the other side of the bed stood a horrendous
I jumped and looked around for the source of the eery sound. That’s when I saw It. The door. I hadn’t seen It before. The door wasn’t there last night. Cautiously, I turned the handle.
I heard Two-Bit talking in a low voice on the phone, but I tried to tune him out. I closed my eyes, trying to drown out some of the pain. I must have fallen asleep because all of a sudden I felt someone grab my hand.
"Call the ambulance!" My advisor immediately dialed 911 as she tried to keep me awake and breathing. My eyes were rolling in and out to the back of my head, with tears consistently falling down my growing pale face. Within the next ten minutes, my body caved in and my arms and legs turned severely numb. When the paramedics arrived, they lifted me onto the stretcher where my eyes were becoming hazy and everything I looked at was a complete blur. My heart was beating rapidly and my fingers curled outwards in a terrifying direction. While driven away, I could hear the paramedics asking me to stay awake, but my head was pounding harshly like the sound of drums and as my eyes slowly closed, a ray of white light slowly
I was five hours into guard duty when the alarms went off. I grabbed my gun and headed towards the tower. Once up I saw what had set the alarm an unknown person who was tearing away at the armory compound we had. I climbed down and headed towards the enemy and held my gun at the person. "Step away from the armory and no harm will come to you or anyone you know" I said sternly. The person turned around quickly then stalked towards me. I saw his eyes were gold and he looked like he was pure muscle. Soon before I knew it he was right in my face and he smirked "You are scared I can tell". I suddenly
It was a regular night when a guy named Ben was reading a book in the living room. He was in the middle of a sentence when he heard a CRASH in his bedroom. He put his book down for a minute or two and waited to see if it was him or it was something in his house. he didn’t hear anything else but silence so he picked up his book and started reading again,he didn’t hear anything for the rest of the night.
With music blasting, voices singing and talking, it was another typical ride to school with my sister. Because of our belated departure, I went fast, too fast. We started down the first road to our destination. This road is about three miles long and filled with little hills. As we broke the top of one of the small, blind hills in the middle of the right lane was a dead deer. Without any thought, purely by instinct I pulled the wheel of the car to the left and back over to the right. No big deal but I was going fast. The car swerved back to the left, to the right, to the left. Each time I could feel the car scratching the earth with its side. My body jolted with the sporadic movements of the car. The car swerved to the right for the last time. With my eyes sealed tight, I could feel my body float off the seat of the car.
Are you scared of roller coasters? I used to be scared but I end up overcoming my challenge. Only a few years ago I would not ride a roller coaster if my life depend on it. They horrified me. I hated the feeling of weightlessness. The zero gravitational force sent a tingling sensation into every extremity of my body which me excruciatingly uncomfortable. I despised ascending to such towering heights. I worried that the coaster would break, and I would be stuck on a wobbly track, hundreds of feet in the air, waiting for hours to be rescued. Going upside down scared me the most. I feared that I would fall out at the top and plummet to terrain below.
“I think she has depression, something's wrong with her.” I had been listening to the hushed murmur between therapists and my mother for weeks. It seemed as if I was going through the motions with every doctor giving me a full diagnosis less helpful than the last, insisting I take medication regularly to suppress my emotions. Answering the question “What’s wrong?” became more routine than a mailman delivering mail. The truth of the matter was that no therapist would fill the isolation and emptiness I felt inside with their rubber smiles and positive catchphrases. In fifth grade I overcame the biggest obstacle I have ever been challenged with. I was always a hard working student, who was friendly and had many friends. But it takes one nasty comment from a jealous individual for the rest of your classmates to conform
I walk up the cold steps. My heart beating hard, fast, feeling like it’s about to leap out of my chest.
It was around 10 o’clock on a Friday night. I was home alone, because my parents and my brother had all made plans to go out with their friends or small groups. I had elected to make it a lazy evening, where I would lay on the couch and watch TV, all while being tightly wrapped in a few blankets to keep warm. I may have dozed off for a few minutes, and when I awoke, it had begun raining quite hard. In fact, there was thunder and lightning, and a few moments of hail. The sound of the driving rain against the house lulled me back to sleep.
Thumbs Out A girlfriend of mine once defended me to her father by saying, calmly, “Not everyone who wanders is lost.” The dad kicked me out of the house anyway. But the damage had been done. Not everyone who wanders is lost.
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,