PROLOGUE
1995 the six years war
~Shane~
Shane! You need to hurry up! The Gummy bears are coming!" I took one last look at my bedroom in the forest of the elves. It probably would be the last time I ever saw it. Now that the gummy bears had started raids on seaside villages it wasn't safe for anyone to be near the shore at any given time. I checked the bundle of blankets I was holding. My little sister inside them was sound asleep. I hoped she would stay that way. This world was far too dangerous for her to see.
Because of the embargo on the northern countries, my mom had stopped eating chocolate years ago, and mom loved chocolate. I had stopped eating candy too, everyone had. Halloween had all but become a time of mourning for those lost to
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"Now.” She said. Pulling me away and holding me at an arm's length with one hand and wiping her tears with the other. "Your ticket will take you as far the the mines where your fathers brother, Karek will meet you. He will escort you to the portal." I nod and start to turn away "Oh! and Shane?" I turn back her eyes were rimmed with with dark circles and were brimming with tears. "Don't trust anyone except your uncle. Anyone." I nodded tears spilling down my face. I wrapped my baby sister up a bit tighter and raced out the door. The nearest train station was a mile away an easy run for any elf. An easy run for even a half breed like me. I got to the train station, while not even out of breath. Looking around I saw my kin being loaded onto the train. Ms. Ginali. She was supposedly the richest person in our city was having her ticket checked right now. She was wearing a drab brown dress, very out of character for her. And was holding a tattered shawl closely as though she was cold or was afraid someone would steal it. She looked around warily before boarding the train. Her eyes haunted and with good reason. She had been widowed as recently as one week ago in a particularly violent raid. My heart surged with pity for her when I saw that she didn't have any children with her either. I lowered my eyes and snivled again. Soon, it was my turn to board. They silently checked my tickets. One for me, …show more content…
Just follow the path there is only one." I nod and slowly walk toward the cave. I didn't know whether I would going into a better freedom or just a different captivity. I looked at my sister fast asleep in my arms. We needed a fresh start. I walked down the path. In my weakened state, the walk seemed a lot longer than it actually was. In reality it was probably only a half mile but it seemed a lot longer. finally I came out through the mouth of the cave. It was a forested land I immediately felt like home had followed me. I had heard rumors about the other land, how they cut down so many trees it affects their atmosphere quality. I trekked through the woods, downhill, a bit enjoying every single songbird. I got to an over look and saw a small town. I smiled perhaps I wouldn't have to live in the woods after
We were coming closer and closer to the pit, from which an infernal heat was rising. Twenty more steps. If I was going to kill myself, this was the time. Our column had only 15 steps to go. I bit my lips so that my father would not hear my teeth shattering."
She took another tunnel and it lead outside so she got a vine and started to climb it and held to the tree. She had been up there so long night had fallen. When dawn had awoken she awoke and looked at her surroundings. She got down and agin amusly with the arrows. She finally came to a fork in the road.
"Good." Tuck smiles. "I-I just... I didn't want you to stay there are get hurt. You don't have to - I mean, I was just gonna lead you to this neighborhood with people like us."
Bearskin I raced to the front door wondering why is my brothers car in the driveway? Islam through the door to find him standing there with my stuff and a new puppy with a bow on it’s head? “ Hey why do you have my stuff and that new little puppy?” I asked Well to be honest we soldiers that come home too a little village called Angern we never come home too good news.
•The skin of her hand felt warm as breath against his cracked, gray-callused palm. He readily lifted her to her feet, holding onto her hand for a moment longer than he should have, as if concerned that the wayward wind might simply gust her away straight into the air, small and winged as she was. She seemed flustered by his quick recognition, the strong retention of his memory, more so than she should have been. Most of the townsfolk had at least a peripheral idea of who she was. Given that Ponyville wasn 't an overlarge town, the slightest breath of information about her would have been relayed from one end to the other, factory-line fast and easily intercepted, or at least that 's what Able had led him to believe.
The ball is blue. This ball flew in the sky after the boy kicked it in the grass. After he kicked the ball he fell on his face which blood came spewing out of his nose. He started screaming for his mom because he a little whiner. His mom didn 't help because she didn 't love him, and often abused him.
Hello Garth Webb,s first full graduating class of 2016 I’m Sebastian in case any of you forgot or still just didn 't know. Four years ago, I first entered Garth Webb; it seems like it has been just was just yesterday I wheeled into the school—did you guys get taller or is just me? I have thought long and hard about my journey and what I ought to say to you guys and while writing this I realized I still hate public speaking even more so this should be interesting, thanks Mrs. McLeod. I gotta be honest and say that I was pretty nervous about giving a speech; I kept thinking: What if I was like Taylor Swift and someone came up and interrupted like Kanye did back in 2009 but instead they said “Sorry I 'm gonna let you finish but someone
However, there was a sceptical sense of suspicion of this person. Even though she was an aesthetically pleasing model on the front page of a magazine, she carried a repugnant air of deviousness that might be caused by the compressed sorrow of a traumatic experience. “Good morning, Miss. Here is some mail I need to give you,” I mumbled nervously. She examined it like an inquisitive child.
Her cousins watched in awe, maybe terror. But she grinned out at the world that she knew. Dust covered streets, trees every few feet providing little shade in the muggy air. She stepped out and they all followed. They were free to explore until dinnertime- that was when they would be missed.
It’s me-squidward. You have probably heard a lot about me from Spongebob and Patrick, whatever they said is probably bad. Saddly, I don’t understand why people think I’m always mean to Spongebob and Patrick and ruin their fun, but you should finally hear my side of the story so you can understand what I have to go through. So this is what really happened… I know that you think I have bullied Spongebob and Patrick
But they escaped and I do not have enough supplies to return home safely.” The headless man seemed to approve of this answer. “Very well,” he point east, “We sent them to Lamia’s cave. It is about a mile east of here. If Lamia has spared them, you may take them.
The Path Imagine a child waking up in the hospital with no recollection of how he ended up there. Alone in the room with no parents or nurses around he may instantly feel alone. Not even able to remember his name, he cries out for a nurse, but when a nurse does not appear he gets out of the hospital bed and goes to look for one on his own. In a confused state he approached a nurse in his gown.
“Sometimes I scare me, too.” To Alexei’s credit, he doesn’t follow. I can feel him watching me, though, his blue eyes tracking my every move. “You know I’m here if you need me, don’t you?” he calls out.
You want to know where it all began, doc? You want me to go all the way back? I’m a monster, doc, I’m a monster and a sicko and my mind… my mind is slipping. But I’ll try to remember when it began.
Still admiring the constellation, I took a deep breath of cool mountain air and started walking. Under the dim light, I could see the faint features of my cabin mates and my counselors. Even though it was only 3am, I wasn’t tired at all. I was ready to make the two and a half mile walk to my favorite place in the whole world. As we entered the forest, the ground turned from grass to gravel, and the moonlight barely leaked through the dense trees.