One evening in Mid eastern Necora fall was slowly creeping on the Croe family. Sage Croe was a young vampire child with frail bones and paper white skin. His fangs were just begging to come in. Him and his sister were walking in town passing through Dead Row Park. He watched the ground as he took each step. He bent and picked up a leaf. He quietly observed it breathing softly. It was orange with a slightly red tent. The core was milk chocolate brown. Its shape took sharp edges and a round bottom. "Look Kortney" Sage exclaimed. Kortney glanced at it but didn't pay him much attention. "Falls here sis"! Sage sighed. She simply shrugged her shoulders , and kept walking. They had been through a lot since father had passed.A human had intruded their home and severed his heart. Once word spread throughout the humans that all the fairy tale creatures existed they set out to hunt us down. All of our ancestors …show more content…
It’d be perfect he’d cut out the top and shape the mouth like an orange slice. “Why helllo pretty girl”. A green lady with yellow teeth and nappy hair.she wore a long black robe and flip flops. Her hat was pointed and black.Her body was sloppy and her fingers were long and curled at the ends. She reached into her pocket and held out a petite black box.It read “mednia ametia nocte”.Kortney recongnized this to be lattin.For she had took latin in her ninth grade year.Sage took the box and at once the witch vanished in a cloud of insects and fleed.He slipped the box into his pocket.He had wondered what had just happend.who she was what ate him up the most was what was in the box.Knowing his familys past with witches he dared not to open the box in public.The rushed back home.They finally arrived home.Sage was the fist to enter he ran to his room and closed his door.He cut the top of the box open with his razor.A cloud of smoke escaped the box shaped like a skull.A small fairy escaped the box.She way pink and
She gazed at a marsh rabbit and a deer running away. She asked them why they
Jason was strong. I wasn’t sure how he got that way. Maybe because he had to handle everything by himself, but that wouldn’t make sense. He never learned how to be strong. He just was.
Creon was so dedicated to the law and punishing whoever breaks them, that he forgets about the needs of the Thebes. Creons pride is so high he doesn't care about what others think, unless you was close family. Although his son Haemon didn't agree of his use of power, he still tried to subjmit to him. The people needed a leader that was willing to listen to what they had to say and who was going to do right by the city as a whole. But Creon wouldn't let his pride down for nothing and Haemon told him it wouldn't hurt his image not one bit if he showed he cared more about the people than punishment.
Ladies were dragged from their homes by warriors whose dialect they couldn 't get it. Kids were regularly isolated from their guardians and crashed into stockades with the sky for a cover and the earth for a cushion. What 's more, regularly the old and decrepit were pushed with pikes to rush them to the stockades. In one home demise had come amid the night, somewhat tragic confronted youngster had passed on and was lying on a bear skin love seat and a few ladies were setting up the
Monkey Beach by Eden Robinson highlights the difficulties of growing up as a young Native woman in modern times. The main protagonist, Lisamarie Hill, is gifted with supernatural ability allowing her to communicate with the spirit world. Constantly struggling to find her modern Native identity, she turns to her grandmother, Ma-ma-moo, for guidance and advice. Thus, allowing her to begin reconciliation with the spirit realm. However, once her grandmother passes, Lisamarie must, not without difficulty, rely on herself and native spirits to continue her journey.
Every day becomes predictable for the night waitress, and every moment in this job, she relates it to her mother. ”I'm telling myself my face had character, not beauty. It's my mother's Slavic face. She washed the floor on hands and knees below the Black
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Just like the village, Rachel started to flee. Before she actually ran, Rachel committed an act that showed her true colors. In a panic, any sensible person with good morals would help their crippled sister or their other sick baby sister. Rachel didn’t do either of these things. In the moment, Rachel thought “I only had time to save one precious thing.
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"Two live oaks stood at the end of the Radley lot; their roots reached into the side road and made it bumpy. Something about one of the trees attracted my attention. Some tin foil was sticking out of a knot-hole just above my eye level, winking at
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Looking through a doorway he gazes upon a ghastly fig-ure which he slowly touches just to realize that it is
The cool, upland air, flooding through the everlasting branches of the lively tree, as it casts a vague shadow onto the grasses ' fine green. Fresh sunlight penetrates through the branches of the tree, illuminating perfect spheres of water upon its green wands. My numb and almost transparent feet are blanketed by the sweetness of the scene, as the sunlight paints my lips red, my hair ebony, and my eyes honey-like. The noon sunlight acts as a HD camera, telling no lies, in the world in which shadows of truth are the harshest, revealing every flaw in the sight, like a toddler carrying his very first camera, taking pictures of whatever he sees. My head looks down at the sight of my cold and lifeless feet, before making its way up to the reaching arms of an infatuating tree, glowing brightly virescent at the edges of the trunk, inviting a soothing, tingling sensation to my soul.