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.
The figurative eraser hits him at various times throughout his period in the the Civil War; from coming to the realization that his commanders were cowards, to witnessing the definition of a carnage war, to finally grasping the fact that soldiers are but another pawn
Izuku didn’t want to think too much about it though. “Kacchan,” Surprisingly, Izuku’s voice came out rather calm. He places a hand on Katsuku’s chest, gently pushing him back. “I’m sorry … but I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.” Katsuki’s next words dies in his mouth when he notices that he can no longer see himself in those green eyes.
'Flames and Dangling Wire ' just like 'Meatworks ' portrays Earth as a kind of hell, where humans have destroyed what good parts there are about nature. "There is fog over the hot sun" emphasises the waste of humans and humanity that wastes not only nature but themselves. The hot sun would make the dump smell terrible, but they are still inside the car at this point. "A water bird lifts above this swamp as a turtle moves on the Galapagos shores" is a strong simile; a direct comparison to a prominent issue. However, nature will prevail and go above humanity, even if humans treat the earth like an experiment or their playground.
“Stay on the ground, it’s the only place you’ll ever go living in this dump of a town. You might as well dig your grave right there, Alvin,” uttered Cam in a hopeless and deceiving tone. This was a normal day for Alvin Munk on the dry, plain
He pulled his hood over his head before crossing the abandoned road, the sun rest upon the horizon, slowly winking from existence. Rocks ground under his foot as he roughly threw his feet down, attempting to masquerade his steps as those of a human. In front of him lay the decaying wood structure that was an inn. Above the brown wood doorway lay a creaking sign attached to a post by two chains.
The glass from the corona yellow 1995 Suzuki Sierra rippled and shattered, there was a pressure against his throat that made him sputter, gurgling from laceration; instinctively Alex clawed a hand against the side of his neck, numbly touching the glass shard which embedded into the pulse of his skin, his eyes glistening in terror. Alex could still recall looking down and seeing the ground begin to lap and ripple beneath his feet, his eyes rolling back into your skull. The last thing Alex could remember thinking was the word ‘yellow’, before his head began moving in reverse through blackness; rapidly going through an endless tunnel towards a dimension of
What’s so funny?” Asterion barked in his deep threatening tone. I snickered once more and responded with arrogance, “You imbussel, you thought I, Odysseus, the wittiest of them all wouldn't have a brilliant plan.” I instantly then called upon Zeus’s thunderbolt and the sky lit up with lightning and in a bright flash that could be seen for miles and thunderbolt struck the cavern. It was as if something such as the sun, bright and hot was quickly flashed in front of me, blinding me for an instant and brought a large warmth to my body.
Hostage By Merald Ayson Short Story The smell of death, lingering as if I have been here all my life. The bleak darkness screams into a harmony of dissonance, looking me in the eye as if to tease. In a puddle of wet and pungent materials and fluids I lay motionless; I do not remember how I even got there in the first place. My heart was rattled as I heard heavy footsteps; it was as if a giant was entering the room.
I grew up in a small town, where houses are seen obtuse and spiritless outside. Inside, it is surrounded by grayish walls and most parquets are just sand and gravel which prompts us to nervously step on each fragmented roads all the way throughout the voyage. At nightfall, so much obscurity covers our entire little town. No light would defeat the darkness. There are not much street lights, only the million glittering stars and the silver moon which gives us the courage to continue life.
No sunrays, just a big black cloud covering the whole land with fast winds and rocks hitting your face. This storm was a natural disaster and the worst man made storm which was known as the Dust Bowl. There were good and bad that came from this storm. Some people believe that this storm was going to be the end of the world. What could have caused this storm to be created?
Through the rain he could make out the words Kansas City pound engraved in the side of the appalling van. While, the dog knew he must get away he also knew that it was much too late. Rufus was too weak to run and by the time the worrisome dog could stand up the man had already stepped out and was marching toward the dumpster that he laid upon. The monstrous, awful man stood over him with the aggressive leash and the small frightened dog knew from there that he would be condemned into the dark and evil pound. “Come on!”
“Goddamn man, what the hell is that sound?” Chip’s panic was almost palpable, and his friend, what’s-his-name, sat nearby shaking his head. Rick didn’t like the sound of it either. Fwap, fwap, fwap. It was like the devil banging on the door.
A small stream of white energy rushed from the soulshards. Their energies going into Cladriah’s as he consumed them. He could see brief memories of his victims. He was used to them, they were only fuel for the fel. He felt majority of his wounds close as the souls gave him the strength to survive.