Boom! The sound snaps us all to life, ensnaring our senses and shaking every fiber of our beings. In less than ten seconds we're all on our feet and almost in complete chaos. I snatch up my gun and the first few of us rush out of the barracks to find the colonel for orders. Boom! This time the blast is right behind us and our barracks bursts into a roaring wall of flames. The blast sends us falling face first to the ground. All of our fellow soldiers, our friends, were still inside and now the building is crumbling in a massive inferno. "We have to move!" Chris says, leaping to his feet, and the three of us run through camp and locate the colonel. "Grab a gun and form up on the coast line. We don't need to fight on two fronts." He orders us.…
Willie yelled and the whole gang looked at each other while everyone was looking at each other Willie started running. He ran faster than he has ever ran in his life. Archie chased Willie then Wilie ran into a park Archie chased after him Willie hid behind a tree. Jimmy saw him go behind the tree so he went behind the tree too. Willie was breathing heavily. Jimmy came up behind Willie. Jimmy grabbed Willie bye the neck and said, "Look what I found boys." The first one to speak up was Archie, he said, "Let me take him down boss I will teach him a real good lesson."…
Blood is a fascinating hue. It’s sometimes crimson, scarlet, ruby red, or even bold red. Crimson is the stain that’s painted on my fingers, since I just accomplished a mission-to murder Simon Krell, who continued torturing his family members on a daily basis. Although he continued being a dangerous man, it was so simple to kill him that it occurred to be laughable, all the acting skills I needed was to pretend to act alike his maid and suddenly shoot the filthy person. As I laughed, my storm eyes gazed at the glowing sky that had waves of gleaming dots on it. A silver ellipse remained framed in the inky sky, supported with millions of winking balls of fire.…
I haven't had the opportunity to read the book though I've wanted to after seeing the movie. It seems like a very violent descent into insanity in the movie, cut by pieces of harsh violence and yuppie culture. What I'd be curious of figuring out would be the entire internal monologue. Most of the movie rides on his monologue and very little on what people say or think as if they are just props in his life.…
This is my cat ‘‘Buttercup’’. You might wonder: Why that name? Well, when I founded him, it was unavoidable to match his muddy yellow coat with the bright flower. He had a mashed-in nose, half of one ear missing and eyes the color of rotting squash. According to my older sister, Katniss, Buttercup was the world’s ugliest cat but it did not matter, because I knew that in the bottom of her heart she was starting to love him. Besides, he was a great help at home, for he was a born mouser. So, we did not have vermin problems anymore. Furthermore, Buttercup was very special for me; he made me feel safe when I had nightmares during the…
Both our parents clapped loudly. Mother was beside herself. She had cried all through the song. I hadn’t seen her cry since my father died. “That was beautiful, Maighread—absolutely beautiful, you two,” said my mother tearfully.…
Half past seven on the dot I hear the door I let you in. I'm thinking to myself in my head that I must be strong. I talk to you Your raise your voice…
Step by wicked step, my boots sank further and further into the thick, red-tinged land as if the devil himself were dragging my body straight into the depths of hell. The rhythmic squelching stabbed through my rubber soles, radiating pain throughout my soul as it seared everything in its path. Squelch, squelch, squish. My tempo was interrupted by those cursed boots refusing to budge from the stubborn terrain. As if taunting me, the earth unhooked my feet from the damned soil…
Long time ago, there was the old grandma and her daughter, her daughter is pregnant and her husband is going to war. During when her husband was not home, she is about to give birth, and at war Mary husband was hurt and die in war, at the say day and the same time Mary also gives birth to the Piggy. When piggy was born, both of his grandma and mom don’t know how to call him, so his grandma calling him Piggy? It been 3 days already piggy dads didn’t come back, but they heard the news, the new said “your husband is dying at the war”. When piggy crawling, he never uses words in his mouth, he is smart, smart like his dad and mom.…
I pulled my beanie securely on my head as I crouched down on a sturdy tree branch. My hunting knife reflected the dim light of the moon. It glinted letting my prey know I was there. "Yeah, I love a good chase!" I jumped from branch to branch as I chase my target. His brown hair was starting to gray but he ran pretty good for someone in their late forties. At least that's what boss lady said. I jumped down quietly as the man began to get tired. He began huffing as his pace slowed. I knocked into his back sending him into a tree. His chest heavily moved with his ragged breaths. I slowly approached him as I pulled my hunting knife back out. "Let play," I said in a deadpan tone. My eyes lost their light as I stared down at him.…
Satsugai Matsuo-sensei stood over his lifeless body and bellowed, “What have you done!?” I didn't mean to kill him, he kind of just got in the way. He was running from me so I was chasing him. Then he just suddenly stopped, I think.…
As I stood up, I felt a rush of blood to my cheeks and saw my glasses fogging up. The teacher had asked me to come with her, after punishing another child. Was I in trouble too? Though I could be in trouble, I walked toward the teacher. As I followed my teacher out of the classroom, I saw that her expression was grim.…
The bitter night Avah was killed the whole town was out celebrating. The Spring Festival was an annual affair and only the most isolated of persons would have not been there. It was a festival meticulously planned out by those intrigued in such matters and each detail was carried out to exact perfection. The Humphrey family would perform a skit each year at exactly six-thirty, the mayor would grace the audience with a well-planned speech at six-forty-five. At seven o’clock the potluck dessert would be brought out by the women and then once a half hour had passed, enough time for the people to converse with each other, the festival games would begin.…
That’s just great. My niece decided to leave her children here. I don't remember seeing a sign in front of my house designating it as a daycare center. It's not a place where you drop your children off on date night. I'm not a free babysitter. I am a grown man and I am getting tired of this. Therefore, I'm going to tell you all a story about me. One that I hope you tell your parents. Maybe then they'll stop dropping you off here and my future will have fewer interruptions. I rather be watching baseball god dammit.…
I’m hopeless. I’m completely and utterly hopeless. I have nothing to look forward to at a school. At least on the farm I had friends and a family. I had a life… largely consisting of stealing from tourists that visit the vineyard. I need to find a way to turn this car around. That’s it! I’ll tell dad that I don’t want to go. He’ll respect my decision. But if he gets mad… shoot, last time he pulled out the belt. No, I better think of a slightly less painful idea. I can make up an excuse – No, that wouldn’t work. If only I wasn’t such a bad liar. In hindsight, if I were a better liar, I would have prevented many bad run-ins with the cops, and the worst run-ins that were near fatal, courtesy of dad. Yeah, he knows me in and out, too, so I can’t trick him. That would be suicide. I could call my friends… if I had a phone. Now I’ll never get to explain to them how I ended up in this mess. They’ll just remember me as the kid who became a goody two-shoes. They’ll never know that I won the contest for acceptance into a private school only because my Grandma wrote the application appeal. My family just doesn’t care that I don’t want to go to school. Why are they not giving me a fair say in the course of my life? They don’t know how good I am at sneaking and stealing. They don’t know how much money I could make if my friends and I took it to the next level. They just don’t understand what I’m trying to say because I’m not good with words. Maybe this school can help me, though. Maybe if I go sit in just the English and Literature class, I can fix this problem of mine. I’m already in the car, why stop now? Shoot, this car is a ’98 Corolla and is used for transporting a family of eight. Maybe this family needs a high school graduate. Maybe they’re actually depending on me. Man, if I just try a little to be a good student, I can make some honest money. Maybe my grandma just wanted to see someone become great. I have to this. I’ll have the best of both worlds…