The rain suddenly beat down onto him, blurring his vision beyond recognition and making his footing slippery. His foot suddenly shot out from under him and he ended up crashing his tailbone on a rock. Pain flashed up his lower back and down his legs. The pine trees started to mock him with the wind blowing through their branches, creating a rustling noise equal to a thousand voices. A thousand voices that told Marquis he was insane and that it would be better to drown himself in the mud then defiling the earth with his madness.
At the area of desolation, smoke continued to billow out of the rubble and a thick deposit of ash and dust had covered the street making it completely unrecognisable. The sky seemed as though it would release its contents on the gloomy scene. Impenetrable, dense smog polluted the atmosphere like a black cat creeping around the streets, but the rain stayed where it was, like an army in a battle, time is needed for the battle to start... ... middle of paper ... ... could be done. People living in their snug, warm homes ran to their windows to witness sheets of torrential rain crashing to the thick, impenetrable tarmac. As it fell onto the ground, loud thundering noises were made like the shattering of glass.
Roy was shaken by a massive gust of wind that almost knocked the mighty guy clean off his feet; he recaptured his balance uneasily before hearing the torch drop hard onto the court floor. He turned in disgust at the illuminated sight. ‘I’m so sorry David. I’m sorry that I was right about those kids.’ Roy spoke sympathetically, but wasn’t heard. The wind wailed as though it were a banshee.
In the late of the hours of darkness it was numb quiet except for the boys running foot steps and frantic breaths. He wanted to scream but his lungs froze in the frigid air. A dark figure dropped from the sky in front of the boy, in a rush of frosty air. "I'm sick of playing this game, Lyndall…" In a scream of surprise Lyndall halted and fell backwards on his elbows onto the cement ground, "My child, my patience is wearing thin, and I'm hungry." The blonde's elbow bones broke with a sickening crack when he hit the floor, spark of dull heat coursing through his nerves in the midst of the ice.
His voice echoed across the expanse before him which made him feel like no one was actually with him. “You will learn soon enough, boy.” A bright light suddenly pierced Gavin’s vision as the fog suddenly ... ... middle of paper ... ...oden eyes and stepped backward. His leg suddenly fell though some mysterious hole and before he knew it, the rain water was up to his knees sending a shiver up to the rest of his body. “Don’t worry about a thing, Gavin. Everything will be all right after I finish my business.” A voice wheezed out from under the black mask.
If he focused, he might have recalled that there had been snow on the ground, and that it had sparkled like the still illuminated, yet charred coals of the meteor that now paralyzed him. He might have seen the tuque on the offender’s bald head, or the generally unpleasant lo... ... middle of paper ... ...t God’s mercy, as he always had been. Though he was crying already due to the nerves in his legs being sliced by bone shards, he was perhaps crying harder now. Ironically, if his goal was to get the meteor off him, he succeeded, for before he could say any more, he heard a thundering, and a second meteor fell from the sky, and hit the first, which shattered both of the meteors into several thousand pieces. For less than a second, he felt freedom and forgiveness, just before he saw the third meteor crash into him.
Now, he looked like some scrub but that wouldn’t b... ... middle of paper ... ...lt light, and his clothing did nothing but create a dragging pull as the ground became even more unfriendly than it had been during his fall. Rather than coming down on it; the punch sent him sideways. The sheer strength the Golem put into the strike showed that he had no definition of mercy and had put everything it had into the blow. The skimpy adventurer was turned into a ragdoll as he was sent completely horizontal across the ground. His right arm hovered inches from the green grass below and his shirt ripped as it was caught on several rocks.
An Alternative Ending to William Golding's Lord of the Flies Ralph stumbled over a root, he could hear the snapping of twigs getting ever nearer as the boys closed in on his position. Samneric had heard Ralph's cry and darted towards the sound. As they drew near they saw Ralph sprinting through the forest and tried to catch up with him. Ralph tripped again, this time over a flaming log and fell to the ground in agony. his leg had been burnt, blisters were already formed.
Sweating profusely and contemplating the strenuous excretion to come "Malcolm x" hastily stumbles upon the perfect shield of foliage that his subsequent pool of a bowl movement will lie Aloof to. He tears his pants away, the only barrier keeping him from birthing his gift to the world. He crouches down and clutches his buckling knees, this will surly be like no other ride he has taken before. Feces spray from his anus like a dry wall texturing gun, something of a brown eye geyser. This young lad has surly had no fiber in his diet.
He smiled smugly and threw the shovel with a careless swing to the side, laying it to rest by the pile of dirt from his efforts as he squatted to pick up the various books on magic and myths until he tossed them unceremoniously one-by-one into the hole. It was a warm, summer night and smelled of heady moisture, enough to spawn drops of sweat with little effort at all. They were some few hundred feet behind the skeleton bones of the Hale house in a thicket of tall ash trees, fumbling around with the light from a crescent moon above. Or at least Stiles was fumbling, unaided by wolfy prowess and x-ray vision, or whatever bizarro shit they had going on in there. Stiles ripped a few rabbit eared sheets from Wolfsbane and other Practical Herbs and crumpled those before tossing them into the pit, deciding soon after to just drop the entirety of the book on top of it.