Acid collected in my muscles as I ran out of breath. Ash and smoke are inhaled into my system as I struggle to catch another breath. My lungs begin to dry, each breath was like breathing in fire, choking me as I wheeze to catch my next one. Echos of screaming and explosions reverberate through the air, bouncing up and down the beach and in my head. Men are mown down like grass, forcing us to cover behind a hill of corpses.
A timid Dante is shown breaking off a branch from one of the trees in the back. The tree, and soul inside look to be in a lot of pain. The tree-soul explains how a broken branch is the equivalent to a dismembered limb. In the closer tree, three half-bird, half-woman creatures called Harpies peck at the tree-souls branches and clearly cause it discomfort. Dante and Virgil are also told that when a soul is cast to this forest, it starts as a sapling and is abused by the Harpies.
The boat stayed in tacked. Luscious Luke was now scared for his own life. So, he himself started fighting the big green beast. He yelled, “Curse you, You are as ugly as a mole rat!” Boo got angry and replied, “I will tear your head off like a piece of paper and eat you for
I was in a melee with the typhoon as I unsuccessfully tried to make my way to the edge. Taking way longer than it should’ve, I managed to crawl near the edge of the cliff. I looked down to see the thundering upsurge of ocean smacking into the spindly rock from the movie Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Although the raindrops bit at my defenseless skin like hundreds of arctic beestings, I had never felt more alive. This; this is why I travel.
And from the tree, the bird tumbles and dies. “At that moment the bird began to flutter, but the wings were uncoordinated, and amid much flapping and a spray of flying feathers, it tumbled down, bumping through the limbs of the bleeding tree and landing at our feet with a thud,” (Hurst 3). The storm that brought the Ibis also symbolizes a bad omen. Also the early darkness symbolizes the approach of death. “The sun disappeared and darkness descended, almost like night,” (Hurst 4).
It was immensely painful. The stitches were annoying and very itchy. I was playing on a tree in my grandparents’ front yard, when suddenly the scrawny branch I was swinging on buckled and snapped off of the tree. This was due to the combined force of me swinging on it and the impact of my older cousin jumping onto it. As soon as it broke and I began to fall, my cousin began screaming
The biting rain drenched him and his surroundings, making the street glisten under the glow of the cars’ lights and causing their tires to swish as they drive by. The setting builds up the story to be dark and depressing, from the pounding rain, to the cold, grimy, dismal alley. In this alley, Andy is trapped. His hopelessness growing as quickly as the pool of blood he is surrounded by. At first, as he lay there with life slowly escaping his body he does not realize he is dying.
My arms and legs tingled with the thought of sinister water creatures dragging me down to the watery depths, even though my skis could touch the bottom of the lake. At least what I thought was the bottom. I tread a 360 degree circle. No signs of life around me. The whir of the motorboats engine was now soft purr.
Camels went blind and stopped all movement. The merchants were forced to sit it out. Expensive silk was swept away with the daggers of sand. Fancy wind fallen on the ground shattering. The red liquid soaking up in the sand leaving no trace of its existence in this ungrateful world.
And then it stopped. ¨Swoosh¨ Our connected tent was slashed in half by what looked like a long, skinny blade. It was one arm of the 8 armed man. His face, covered in red, torn clothes, 8 arms. It was true, all of it was true.
It doesn’t stop. Then the first tree falls. You realize this is the time to run. You run towards the helicopter, taking out the obsidian rock, just in case. You hear Phil yelling behind you but his words are slurred and you know he is more and more under the influence of the crab.
Vincent tried to jump to the fence but Miguel replied”Do not jump because the fence is slippery.” Vincent was so close to the fence but Vincent turn right. Vincent was getting tired, that’s when the dogs caught up. Vincent asked if “Miguel or Danny distract them?” Miguel distracted the dogs by throwing pine cones.
I had destroyed the majestic carpet, it was shattered in pieces while I heard a mournful scream racing around the room, the master exasperatedly grabbed my leg and ruthlessly swung me across the room into the tomb as I went into survival mode. The tomb was an old filthy cistern, buried under the court with a slippery stairway leading up to the rusty iron door covered with vines. There was no light down there besides the sun rays that managed to brutally flash through the cracks and holes. The tomb had very little air, you nearly suffocated. It feels like someone is grabbing your throat and squeezing it.
Sans screamed furiously. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! WHY WHY WHY!!?” Bones shot up from the ground and shot the many trees around and caused them to fall over and break. He panted….His
Ava Modin 4th hour LINC Escape The pouring rain crashed down onto the dark, cold grounds and smashed against anything in it’s path. It was a monster which would soak anything and the poor dog was a victim. Rufus laid upon the doubtful and depressing ground of the dark and gloomy alley as the hunger and bitter emptiness clenched his stomach like a fist pounding up against the inside of him. The dog hadn’t eaten in over a week and was starving.