“Lar Surtana.” The metal bars disintegrated. Gilbert stood back for a split second staring at his mother and father who wouldn’t come near him.
“Sorta Encantada,” Gilbert voiced. His parent’s robes twisted around them while their faces shifted into people he didn’t recognize. His hand dug into the satchel. He stood ready to cast another spell.
“Inat Surpass!” he said. Again the coils from the wand pummeled the woman and man before him, yanking out the gray rats that inhabited their bodies. The two fell to the ground shaking. A handful of silkworm strands flew out of his hand onto the pair. The threads enveloped the bodies then attacked the rats.
“Lar Surtana,” he spoke again, turning the two small gray rats that fell out of them into dust.
“This way,” Geebs’ little voice called out to Gilbert.
“Who were they? They looked like my parents before I zapped them,” said Gilbert.
“That was Dane Whitney, Frank Porter’s friend and Nancy, an airline flight attendant. She is Carter’s mother. They were replaced by Shifters…shape shifters took their place once they were brought here,” answered Geebs.
Another cell with what looked like his father. “Gilbert,” said the man.
“No, you’re not my father,” called out Gilbert. “That’s Trunk’s brother, Bark,” said Geebs.
“Prod was right. Now I can smell your stench,” he said. The man dove away from Gilbert’s path and in crouch position, he pulled out his new fancy wand.
“Aresto,” he yelled. The gems on the wand burst with light forming a fisherman’s net, sending it flying at Gilbert.
Gilbert ducked but the net stuck to his back like a magnet to metal. It began to tighten. He couldn’t recall the spell Orson used against the lasso when they escaped from Prod and Bark while in the dumpster. He panicked, wi...
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“You foul stinking boy,” Prod said, soaring closer to grab
Gilbert’s shoulders through the mesmerizing discharge.
Gilbert stiffened. Spew filtered out of Gilbert’s nostrils as though he had a runny nose. He sneezed.
“Inat Surpass,” coughed Gilbert, sending Prod up into the air to slam against the wall.
Prod shook violently with his wand beginning to glow. “Reparo Redudant,” called out Gilbert, waddling out of the hypnotic smoke. He heaved and hacked violently. Smoke poured out of his mouth. His lungs cleared. The smoke died away quickly and the walls around him glistened as though brand new. The images of his parents, Trunk and Orson, as well as his sister were gone. York crawled away now that his body began to heal from Gilbert’s spell. He spoke unintelligibly. Gilbert couldn’t hear his words. Gilbert’s mind was focused on the attacking Prod.
Oliver looked at the rat now towering over him. "Yes, Mrs. Rat. We picked them this mo...
He said, “Why don’t we poison the rats? I think I might have some bottles of rat killer poison in this old rusty belt of mine.”
Orson looked up at Gilbert’s pained face, while putting Bark’s wand in Gilbert’s gray cassock pocket. Trunk’s eyes followed the wand put into Gilbert’s care.
“So those bites were really given to you buy carnivores?” Gilbert asked. He liked watching the Discovery Channel too much.
Homelessness is increasing every year and effecting Americans of different age, ethnicity and religion. In Lars Eighner “On Dumpster Diving” he explains what he went through while being homeless. He describes how and what foods someone should be looking for and to always be conscious of what one is eating because there is always a reason why something has been thrown out. He continues to go into detail about other items that can be found in the dumpster like sheets to sleep on and pieces of paper to write on. Things that can keep him busy through the day. Eighner carefully explains to his readers how being a dumpster diver has become a life style for the homeless and this is how they survive. It’s a way of living and they are comfortable doing it. “I began dumpster diving about a year before I became homeless” (Eighner 713). He tries to bring us into the world of being homeless. It is hard to imagine what it would be like in that situation, and how could surviving as a dumpster diver be a way of survival? As a dumpster diver, Eighner is able to tell us what is ok to eat and have and what is not ok for your health. His essay starts by uttering some guidelines of what is and is not safe to eat. “Eating safely from the dumpsters involves three principles: using common sense for evaluating the food, knowing the dumpsters of the given areas and always ask, “Why was this discarded?” (Eighner 714).
“Dragon! Why have you done this? You promised to keep the field here and not hurt any of the animals! At least give me my magic wand so I can fix this.” And with that, the dragon snapped the wand and threw it at her feet.
" This is perfect," he said happily," the range is amazing, it pierces armor, and its light weight!"
Talmiya denied to answer, but instead closed her book, and waved her hand back and forth. Then suddenly, her hand ignited with a magenta flame, and she began some sort of spell. “Et cum hoc incantatores, resurrecturos homines isti sensu permoti,” chanted Talmiya, as she said it, the flame traveled to each of the dead rats. Then, all of a sudden, the killers were reanimated, their eyes glowing the same color as Talmiya’s hand. “Nunc ergo audieritis vocem meam, usque in finem!” All the rats bowed before their queen, their glowing eyes begin to fade to a natural black. But unlike the rats, Talmiya’s skin turns paler than before
“But, I need to speak to Duty,” Gilbert spoke to the smoky residue left behind by Handy. His words went unheard.
Twinkle felt a chill creep into her heart, very slowly, like a slug, and nestle between her ribs. “He cannot find the house,” she said. “The clearing is well hidden. I’m not good at most of the spells I use, but I’m good at protective spells. I find it awful to think that someone wants to do something bad to my animals or me.”
Now about those rats, he kept saying to himself. He meant the rats that the Professor had driven crazy by forcing them to deal with problems which were beyond the scope of rats, the insoluble problems. He meant the rats that had been trained to jump at the square card with the circle in the middle, and the card (because it was something it wasn't) would give way and let the rat into a place where the food was, but then one day it would be a trick played on the rat, and the card would be changed, and the rat would jump but the card wouldn't give way, and it was an impossible situation (for a rat) and the rat would go insane and into its eyes would come the unspeakably bright imploring look of the the frustration, and after the convulsions were over and the frantic racing around, then the passive stage would set in and the willingness to let anything be done to it, even if it was something else. He didn't know which door (or wall) or opening in the house to jump at, to get through, because one was an opening that wasn't a door (it was a void, or kid) and the other was a wall that wasn't an opening, it was a sanitary cupboard of the same color. He caught a glimpse of his eyes staring into his eyes, in the and in them was the expression he had seen in the picture of the rats--weary after convulsions and the frantic racing around, when they were willing and did not mind having.
Inari glared at the two samurais and threw a rock at the one with the eye patch. "Hey cyclops!"
"Actually we are wondering where we are, we we're forcibly taken here by the La Migra. The mother gasped as if she had just seen a ghost.
"Get up you little b****!" he ordered, grabbing the collar of my shirt, flinging me against the shower wall.