Walking alone down the path, the wind blowing through the forest making the trees rustle. I looked up to the green leaves moving and the birds flying around Singing. I stop walking for a split second and I look around enjoying nature but then I hear a scream. I spin around multiple times to see where it came from, so I start to jog down the path quickening to a sprint. I turn my head in every direction not knowing what to do, so I start to walk again, breathing heavily and my feet crunching against the rocky path. I put my mind to the wind and the singing birds again. I get more relaxed when I started to feel rain falling against me. The sound of rain dripping, the birds singing and the wind rustling made me stop and think how peaceful life …show more content…
I seemed to notice something strange in the far corner of the warehouse. I walked over, suddenly stopping 6-7 meters away, realizing what it was. I stood there in shock horror starring at the lifeless man covered in blood and a massive hole in his chest. It was like something was feeding on him. I stared without blinking, then finely I released with a shiver as the chilly breeze went up my spine. I took a few slow steps back then I turned around to find a creepy girl wearing a white dress standing there glaring at me. I gasp because blood was all around her mouth dripping down on to her dress. What is wrong with this girl? Was she the one that killed that man? If so I need to get out of this place. I start to run when she starts to laugh. She was catching up and I wasn’t sure what she was capable of. My heart was racing while I was stumbling all over the place. Finely I got to the door and I shoved it open, then I tried to close it on her but she opened it straight away. I jumped all the stairs. When I was moving through the air It felt like I was moving in slow-mo. Then I landed on my knee which made me tumble all over the ground. I laid there not even thinking, then suddenly the girl hopped on top of me and went to take a bite …show more content…
When the monster is trying to get the mace out I swing my baseball bat at his stomach. It obviously hurt him because he dropped the chain from the mace. He bent down to get the chain from the ground and I hit him again with the bat on the top of his head. He fell back on his bum. I grabbed the chain and went to throw it away but all it did was yank me back. I pull again but I keeps pulling back like a game of tug-o-war. Then I feel myself rising from the ground and my t-shirt being pulled upwards. I turned my head slightly and of course it was him. I held on to the chain for my life, or though it was slipping because of my sweaty hands, but with how strong the monster was, 1 tug pulled me straight off. I eyed the bat on the ground wishing I had it in my hands. He lifts me a bit further up and throws me to the ground. I can feel my body flying through air I than can feel every part of my body fall against the ground. My body aches, my vision is fuzzy and I can’t hear anything. I can finally see properly, so I see where the monster is and he is walking over to me. I try to get up and run but I'm too weak from when he threw me. He picks me up again and I squeeze my eyes of what might happen again. Nothing happens than I get dropped and I sit up and I see my mum standing there with my baseball bat huffing and puffing. The monster got up and picked up my mum by the throat and didn’t bother
As I was hunting through the mystical forest Herot looking for the meal of the night.I was to return to the cave by 9 o’clock to tuck in my precious son to bed.He had a fever that kept on going up and down,and the only thing thing that could help him was a small monster in the forest.I felt this sudden pain in my chest.I ignored the feeling thinking it was just a normal heart burn.I killed the little monster and brought it back home expecting Grendel to be in bed sleeping.I flew into the cave and called out to him.
Hunger Games, Star Wars, and A Wrinkle In Time have many similarities, and differences when they go through the Hero’s Journey. The Hero’s Journey is what the main character goes through in a book or movie. For example, Harry Potter, The Hobbit, Ender's Game, and much more.
Looking at the finished product I turned in for Essay 1, I don’t think I deserved a 100%. As I read my essay I found nothing but mistakes and points left out. I then went back and read the first draft of that essay and man is there is difference. As I was reading my original essay I found out that I was inserting facts into sentences. That’s not bad but no the goal. The goal is to create a story about your hero’s journey and relate it to you. Mine was not that. Looking back on workshops and feedback I saw how much my paper had changed and how I raised my bar. I took sentences I had written and moved, created, and formed an essay that was different and better then the first draft; by creating a story. Now using all the knowledge, I have learned throughout the semester, I can use it revise my essay one
I pulled my hair up into a pony tail and slung my purse over my shoulder before responding to him.
What would happen next?! She began to go down, she put one foot down on the next step. The ladder began to wobble Chu-yi, holding on tightly stops moving ,and the ladder is still. Chu-yi knew that could have been bad. She makes it half way down the ladder while her heart is beating like a drum. Chu-yi starts to hum the swift birds's song to calm herself. Bang, Chu-yi hears the sound and hurries down the ladder.
There is nothing that compares to that last game. It makes no difference how exciting every other game is – that last one-it is like no other. Watching my daughter play the last few seconds of the North Half starter game was both exciting and bittersweet. Yes, there have been many games before leading up to this one, yet, this game seems so different. And, though this game starts the tournament and ends her basketball career, it still represents so much more.
I was nine years old when it happened. I loved Shrek so much, I owned all the movies and the merchandise, I even prayed to Shrek every night, I still do. This night was no different "Shrek is love. Shrek is life." I finish my prayer, thanking Shrek for the life I've been given. My dad overhears me "Faggot." he mumbles under his breath. "Cunt." I reply, I say no more because I know he is just jealous of the devotion and relationship I have with the green lord an savior, Shrek. I can see him grow angrier before he slaps me across the face "Go to your room you disgusting faggot!" he yells. I hold back the tears and I go back to my room, once I'm in the safety in my room I let the rears flow. My face stings from where he hit me. I climb into my cold and lonesome bed, and the suddenly, I feel a warmth move towards me, it runs a large finger down my back.
Sam was walking home from the Morrisville Market with a full bag of groceries. The sun was hot and no clouds were in sight. He smelled the fresh bread being baked in the shops. He felt like nothing could go wrong, and oh how wrong he was about that. The sidewalk was cracked right in front of Lana’s Diner glowed an odd red light. “What the……AHHHHHH!” When a garbage truck pulled up the garbage man found Sam lying face down on the sidewalk with a \
take to the hospital (or at least that's what my brothers tell me they are), and I want to watch out my window! Oh! And dad just came home from work in London! It's a little early for him to be home, so I'm going to go and ask him how his day was. *Walks to the dining area to ask how his day went* He says he felt really hot during his day and grew tired, and it turns out, he has a slight fever. I got to go and tend to him for a little while, see you
The hero’s journey can be found in ancient stories from thousands of years ago as well as present-day stories that may hit the big screen. The hero experiences a chain of events that gives he or she, typically a male, a title of “the hero”. The hero's journey begins with either an inner longing to go on a quest, or an exterior call that requires the hero’s help outside of the ordinary world. Heroes may, at first, refuse the call, or may respond to the call immediately. However, there is usually some resistance to the call because of the potential danger he or she could face from the unknown world. In most cases, a guide or a supernatural aid will direct the hero on the journey. In the hero's journey, one may encounter a threshold
Coming to in the hospital room surrounded by the doctors was heart-wrenching and frightening. Elizabeth had never been sick for more than a day or so in her entire life, and she knew whatever happened to her would be a life-changing experience.
After I met with the Knights of Columbus, I drove out to my aunt’s place. As we ate lunch, she said, “You know your father was kicked out of the Knights for arguing with the pastor over the parting of the Red Sea,” and she went on to tell me the story. He said an asteroid landed in the Mediterranean Sea, and it had an affect like dropping a rock in a puddle. It pushed the Red Sea into the Gulf of Aden, and by the time the Egyptian Army entered the Red Sea, the waters were returning to their normal elevation.
The blood moon is a fateful night for all Werewolves, a child born on that night is sentenced for death, but through a twist of fate she is sparred, but her family is not. No one knows what happens if the blood moon child is allowed to grow, yet fate has a way of discovering secrets. Raised in wolf Form Ember becomes a relentless hunter, but what happens when she experiences her first full moon? Will she annihilate all werewolves like the prophecy foretold, or can predestination be overcome?
A mysterious yet beautiful unknown hidden world to human eyes which held the deepest, shimmering eternal blue, just like the finest sapphire jewels or the prettiest earth flowers, hidden deep beneath the dark crystal waters. I was born in these waters, and to the ocean is where I will return and die. I closed my eyes, as I turned my face to the wind. The warm, gentle breeze caressed my bare ivory skin, as I felt the warmth and feeling return to the edges of my fingertips.
Feeling exhausted and depleted throughout the hellish pregnancy, she hadn’t selected a name for the child she’d carried. Whereas, almost before she had found out she was expecting Jessica Jane; she’d picked out the name.