And down he tumbles, like a bird that has lost his feathers and the ability to fly, plummeting from the clouds that he dared to touch. Arms outstretched, he attempts to find- balance, land, her -something. When had he originally fallen? When he had first saw her- red, fresh, young, beautiful -Kairi? He had knocked Sora off the pier, just to make sure that she saw him, only him.
When I looked down, it was just a cloud of white fog. My sister was the first one down, followed by Louie and then Kevin. Immediately, they were covered with the thick immense fog. I realized immediately that I had to follow them. I stabbed the ends of my poles in the hard snow, and felt my skis start to glide forward.
Stanley thought of the children and the beautiful queen. He wagged his tail and said,”OK, lets go.” He shut his eye tight and put his head down. The North Wind puffed out his big blue cheeks and WHOOOSH he went. Up went Stanley . He tumbled through the cold air, WHOOSH through the clouds.
He incorporated to his new life of navigating the skies searching for souls that were like his, lost. Another night the hunt paced over the castle where he used to live and there was the princess standing over the balcony as beautiful as always, on the edge of madness he investigated for a way to run away, lastly a lad of the leader told him the way: he was obliged to swear to the hunt that he will never reveal their existence and another human will take his place. Not knowing he accepted, so the soul of his one true love was taken in his
It was strange to see such a beautiful country demolished by something as evil as war. If I could unsee one thing from the war, it would probably be trench warfare, and I’ve seen men literally explode while flying. The landscape is so barren in between the two trenches; it’s no wonder why it 's referred to as “no man’s land.” Men wait for the cue from their Lieutenant to storm from the trench, and the only outcome is bodies scattered and shrapnel littered across the battlefield. During one of the aforementioned flights (they blur together after awhile), Beagle’s plane was hit and he spiraled downward into “no man’s land.” I watched as Rawlings stupidly goes after him. Not able to see much, I flew off, but from what Rawlings told me, trench warfare is ruthless; a French came to help lift the plane wing off of Beagle’s hand and he was instantly shot.
Owls, represent Macbeth often because of the several terrible deeds he is responsible for. An owl is a predatory bird that is active primarily during the night. This is an amazing representation of the murder of King Duncan by Macbeth, referred to as a mousing owl. This fits the description of Macbeth during the murder of Duncan that happens while he visits Macbeth 's castle. The morning after the vicious murder of King Duncan, an Old Man, and Ross are talking about the other unnatural things that have been happening.
This “beast” figure changes depending on which character is experiencing it. The different perspectives of the beast begin on page 34. Golding uses a character known as a six year old boy with a mulberry birthmark to publicly announce that he saw a snake thing in the woods in the dark. Of course, no one believed him and instead the boys all started to laugh and tell him he was having nightmares. Shortly after a fire spread throughout the island, they realize that the boy with the birthmark is gone.
Smooth, oval rocks lined the bank of the secretive lake. Discarded and neglected; overlaid with spongy moss and choked by fallen, decaying leaves from the unclothed and withering trees above. As the lake swelled around the ashen boulders, icy, black water lifelessly lapped against the long, thin beams of wood holding up a rickety pier. The structure was covered in splinters and ragged, iron nails, and as it reached out into the centre of the sombre lake, it became more and more distant. Half-cut beams lined the sides of the pier, as nettle patches hissed from the shore when the water drew too near.
I was flying with the birds ,No! It felt like I was a bird flying in the open sky! The smell was stimulating; it gave me energy even though. I was tired I came across a couple of elf’s-they were running sprinting around and enjoying themselves; they were adorable. I continued into the woods where to my surprise
Nearby, I could hear the chopping of a helicopter as the plane descended towards the ground. When the plane finally landed, the sunset had faded. I could see the flashing lights of the city in the distance and could already hear the roar of sounds from the New York natives. I waited by the conveyor belt for my purple luggage. After spotting it, my family and I grabbed our suitcases
And you step into the helicopter you realize you have never driven one before. As you frantically press buttons Phil bursts into the clearing. Then suddenly the helicopter moves up. Happy, you somehow manage to get it more up, but Phil jumps. You realize that Phil is still strong and might still kill you.
I awoke with a jolt to a loud thunderous boom. It was the middle of a hurricane and a tree had just fallen through the roof of my bedroom. I sprinted out to find my family and we all gathered in the bedroom closet with flashlights, cans of soup, bottled water, blankets and pillows. We were prepared for a long night. As I sat there on the floor shivering with fright, I realized there was nothing I could do but wait.
The plane had fallen to pieces, and people were everywhere. I rose to my feet to find that I was standing in about five inches of snow. My neck was aching and I felt sweat dripping down my face. Which was weird to me because I was more cold than hot. When I touched it to wipe off what I thought was sweat, I came to realize it was vibrant red blood.
This meant that the sky above my head was always clouded by planes and jets. At first the noise was really loud; everywhere you turned you heard the annoying drone of a plane soaring up above you. But after awhile, you get used to the sound. After 15 years of marriage my mom finally made a plan, and left my dad. This meant that we were thrown into a completely knew culture, off of the air force base.
It was a prayer interrupted only by the sound of inbound rotor blades beating the air and jet engines roaring into the valley. “Come on Two Six Romeo, get the hell out of here. Over to the L.Z.,” the Sarge called with a pleased grin on his face. With ordinances exploding all around, the ISIS fighters disappeared. Choppers on their heels blazed away with heavy automatic fire.