Her! She was still as beautiful as the first time I saw her. It had been the birthday party for the Overmare’s daughter. Velvet Remedy had come in to sing her a stunning revision of the Happy Birthday song. I had been painfully jealous of the filly for weeks after. Actually, she was even more gorgeous than the last time I saw her. I’d followed her out into this wasteland. To see her now, against this backdrop of rusted metal, old hardwood, bloodstains and liquor -- her song so clear and majestic through the din of lowlifes -- made her breathtaking in comparison. My heart fluttered like a butterfly trapped in a jar. Part of me wanted to run to her. Part of me, small but insistent, wanted to be furious with her, to blame her for getting …show more content…
POW! POW! POW! Four rapid shots with the combat shotgun, and the slaver guards inside (gambling at a table covered in bottle caps and cigarette butts) went down before they had time to react to my presence. It only hit me a moment later that I had opened fire based solely on what they looked like, what they were wearing, and that they were armed in a place like this. Had I not just done, in essence, what Calamity did when he opened fire on me? Only I had murdered these two, and even in retrospect had no reason to believe my admittedly fear-fueled instincts had been wrong. One of the dead ponies had a pair of manacles as a cutie mark, and the other had the keys both to the front door and the cage that took up two-thirds of the …show more content…
This was not like the cages in the Ponyville Library; there were no prisoners behind these bars. Instead, there were weapons. And boxes of ammo, some stacked on top of other boxes of ammo! I was in the armory! Two thoughts raced through my mind, each right on the heels of the other: I had just hit the jackpot! And this was probably right where most of the slavers were headed first! Swiftly, I turned and locked the door. Then began to barricade it. Not too heavily, as trapping myself in here was not going to save anypony, least of all myself. But it would give me time. Time to loot and to consider my next move. A filing cabinet, the table and the metal desk should do. Bottle caps and gaming chits slid to the floor in chaos as I upended the table and place it against the door. I levitated the filing cabinet against it to hold it in place. Then the desk was wrapped with a glow identical to that of my horn as I swung it around. The desk, I noticed, had a glowing terminal. Time allowing, it might be worth it to see what it had to say. First, however, was improving my
Enemies sought to destroy the penitentiary Warden, and in my opinion; they succeeded. If I am right, and I hope I'm not, may God have mercy on their souls.
...d for a gun. The Garret family had no idea as to what criminals they had housed. The Garrets housed both man another night he had john Garrett to fake out the union man. But the commander threatened to set the barn on fire. Herold had given up and told Booth he was done. Booth gave him permission to leave and he did so .Booth wanted his weapons first. Twenty eight man had threatened booth to come out otherwise they would drag him out. Booth wasn’t afraid of dying he was debating kill himself or dying in the fire when the barn is burning. Corbett had walked into the barn to see what booth was doing .he began to feel his life had been threated and had taken a shot that hid booth in the throat he had killed him.
"We called to them, tried to tell them there was no danger, called them to stop, implored them to stand. We called them cowards, denounced them in the most offensive term, put out our heavy revolvers, and threatened to shoot them, but all in vain; a cruel crazy, mad, hopeless panic possessed them, and communicated to everybody about in front and rear. The heat was awful, although now about six; the men were exhausted their mouths' gaped, their lips cracked and blackened with the powder of the cartridges they had bitten off in the battle, their eyes starting in frenzy; no mortal ever saw such a mass of ghastly wretches."
...ed being whipped has made you weary. The thought of freedom has seemed like a distant dream. By persevering and slowly saving anything you can you wake up and realize that freedom has become a reality. You actually made it! All the hard work has paid off. By keeping your head held high and focusing of the possibilities of a better future you made your life to be something few other slaves get to experience. There is potential for a much better happier future for yourself, your children, and your grandchildren. You get to tell your story.
The men are holding objects in their hands and anything that they can protect themselves with but also waving them in the air and yelling, this was a way to show the British that they were not afraid. In William Wyatt’s story of experience he explains that he watched these men loading their bullets and also that the Americans were yelling, laughing, and acting like they were tougher than the british but they were wrong, if anyone of them would have threatened them the british would have automatically fired. The officer kept telling these british men to fire over and over again but they were not budging until the officer stated “Damn your bloods, fire be the consequence but it will.”(5.5) after that command the firing started. After many shots three americans were shot in the street, after the firing stopped, oddly confused the officer
...d her to the extent that her semi-barbaric natured demanded. The idea of the young maiden bearing the children, which the princess knew should be hers, gave rise to her usually dormant rage. All the while, the princess was also thinking of going through her days without being able to set her eyes upon her life’s one true affection. Would she be able to bear witnessing his demise at the hands of the ferocious beast and not having given the information that could have spared him such a horrid fate? Would the memory of him serve her better than his physical presence? Never had the princess felt so powerless while at the same time possessing the all encompassing information that would inevitably decide her lover’s fate. As the princess sat with her thoughts, her eyes suddenly gazed upon the eyes of her lover and with the slight flick of a wrist, fate had been decided.
Like so many innocent, selfless girls, untouched by the world, I forgave him. The pain dispersing through my body reminded me that I was strong and all I needed to do was heal. I would cry without tears at first, the sadness inside me so intense, that the hollowness in my heart would weigh me down. My heart’s deep hollowness was so immense, that the loudest shrie...
The part of her hair gave birth to a running red river, so deep and rich and full of life it could call to mind in certain individuals of a sanguine cascade down stairs. The shape of her forehead, coupled with the delicate white of her skin, cast upon the room like a crescent moon. Then her face, the most angelic face, one of innocence and childhood ardor, had hints of lust carved into the creases around the eyes and besetting the lips. Her eyes were what she unaf...
Then the master said to the slave, ‘Go out into the roads and lanes, and compel people to come in, so that my house may be filled. 24 For I tell you, none
The police officers escorted the seventeen men into cars and took them to the county jail, but on the way they were halted by a group of armed men, which called themselves “Knights of Liberty”. Knights of Liberty took the seventeen men out of the car and tied them to the tree. As Ellsworth reports, “They were wiped on their back and then hot tar and feathers were then applied to the bloodied backs of the seventeen men” (30).
With preparations out of the way we set off for Morgana's castle knowing that most of us would not return to Camelot. The journey passed like any other I had been on, but the night before we were to arrive at Morgana's castle I awoke to the sound of horses fleeing. The knights all of them cowards had stolen almost all of our supplies leaving me with my suit of armor, a dull dagger, and my horse. I wanted nothing more than to chase after the knights, but they had tied me up and left me to die. There was no way I could get out of this trap the sound of wolves howling echoed across the land, and I was sure I would be dead by morning so I decided to fall back asleep. Whilst I sleep a carriage made its way down a dirt road and stopped in front of the remains of the camp me and the knights had set up hours earlier. The coachman helped the woman out of the carriage, and they walked over to my unconscious body to see if I was dead or not. The coachman bent down beside me and placed his left hand against my mouth. Seeing that I was still breathing the coachman picked me up of the ground threw me over his shoulder and carefully placed me inside the
I just stood there for several seconds in awe. What was I to make of a seven foot tall Diana Ross with an impossibly deep voice and a dress of purple sequins that trailed forever behind her on the soft summer breeze? This, contrary to everything I ever believed in support of my sexuality, was certainly not natural.
catch you when you were running away from them, they would come on your master’s place and get you and beat you. The master would allow them to do it. They didn’t let the patrollers come on the Blackshear place, but this gal was so hard-headed ’bout goin’ out that they made a ’ception to her. And they intended to make her an example to the rest of the slaves. But they didn’t get Lucy” (1938).
A bitter taste quickly filled my taste buds as bile rose in my throat and I could still smell the sweet perfume of my teacher as she hugged me and tried to give me some words of encouragement. My eyes remained on the aftermath of the scene, and I stood on my toes to peer over her
I stood there in amazement. A tingle surged throughout my whole body. It was a rush of excitement I had never felt before in my life. When my eyes hit her angelic little body, they froze and I couldn't think or acknowledge anything else around me. The world seemed to stop, hold its place in time, just for that perfect moment. While she slept I stared at this precious little angel. My hands quivered as I slowly reached down to touch her little fingers and feel the softness of her skin. I ran the tips of my fingers very gently across her smooth face, and right away, I fell in love. Then my brother said, "I can wake her up so you can hold her." I was ecstatic, I was finally going to meet her! As I held her, I stared into her gorgeous blue eyes and knew instantly that I would love and cherish her forever with all my heart.