Creative Writing: Empire Island

The horse beneath was gradually turning restless. Nathaniel also was becoming impatient, but it would all be worthwhile. It was the first Friday of October, that's when the creature always came out. It'd made a habit of following the same pattern, a yearly ritual. Through the town, crashing through the church windows and then straight out on to the moon-lit moors. From there on, nobody knew. None of the villagers had ever possessed the nerve to track its movements any further.

Disrupted by the sound of an uncanny knock, the prince swore over the bitter winter’s night in great frustration. The sound of his footsteps echoed against the golden walls, shattering the omnipresent silence as he trotted down the staircase, that were exquisitely engraved with flowers and vines. The markings of violence were etched onto the cold marble of the scored floor. The deafening wind pounded against the walls as if rebuking his foul words and as he approached the door an aromatic smell seized his nose as he yanked the portal open. A woman was loitering in the shadow with her wrinkly hands grasping firmly onto a single rose. The swirls of incense in the air was distinctive but he never realised that it would linger on with him for

During a summer day in the plains, a member of the Apache tribe, Adahy, was hunting a wild deer with the intention of killing it to satisfy his urge to hunt. Adahy was known to kill for sport, and leave the corpse of the animal he killed to rot. As the deer bounded off into the woods, Adahy’s overwhelming bloodlust caused him to go after it. After he lost sight of the deer, he realized that he did not realize he didn’t know where in the deep woods he was. Hoping he would find his way, he walked in the direction he thought he came from. Soon night time began to fall, and he began to succumb to the feelings of hunger and cold.

From reader’s perspective, they will particularly enjoy the various fables scattered thorough the story. One of these fables is especially relative to the main story that is inspired by his family. In particular, the story of the frog in the well and the story of the guard who becomes an archer exert a profound influence on li life's path. The "Frog in the Well" alludes to an enormous world, unseen by a frog on land who is describing the realities to a frog who is confined to the bottom of a well. (两个frog，没看懂) The frog in the well jumped and hopped, "spending his whole life to escape from the cold, dark well," but the "big world above remained only a dream." Li Cunxin, dreamed of a world where he would not feel like a "bird in a cage" or a "frog in a well." He kept his dreams alive through a story told by his ballet teacher of a guard in an emperor's palace who becomes the best archer in the land because he can see

The climate was decent, the trees tall; the orange and pink shades of the sun vanishing behind the treetops, as Flaence and I stroll through the woodland. We both became marginally anxious at the boisterous hush; not in any case the creatures, moved around in their common examples. Rapidly shaking off the bizarre inclination, I proceeded with the discussion with my child; when my bones were shaken and my heart hustled, from the adjacent tree that flying creatures had ejected out of. Setting my submit front of my child's chest I set myself up for perhaps a fox or some other creature to show up; however rather two vigorous men left the shadows. Fiendish put along their countenances, however I could just figure out how to make one face clear, he had an immaculate

I hope this letter finds you well. This trip has been a harrowing journey for me. About half way across the large, blue ocean, a beam was cracked! I was told that the beam offered great support to the ship. It is a wonder that I am still alive and not trapped in Davy Jones’s locker. Oh sister, the storm was horrendous. I was not able to even write because of all the movement of the waves. The waves were three times the size of my house! Thankfully, my husband happened to have a great iron screw that secured the beam in place. Many of the sailors were thankful to have a blacksmith on this boat.

The servant ran into the room and had us follow him through the maze of beautiful halls and rooms. We eventually reached the throne room, it was a long spacious room with walls and pillars of granite. At the end of the room was a raised dais and a throne, in the throne sat a man whose hair was as white as freshly fallen snow. He seemed deathly thin and looked a bit like a corpse, but his eyes told me of a different story. For his eyes were young, alive, and full of energy, and seemed so out of place on the old man’s face.

“So long Stevenson, bye Stanley, bye Jameson, I'll see you later Ricardo I know you'll miss me, love you Dogo keep the house safe,” Frantz said to his friends and dog as he left his house to go on a one week Alaskan cruise with his family.

Boudreaux nodded. “Yes, I did,” he replied, glancing toward me. “Myles fashions himself a high-ranking Creole Prince to be courting such danger. Maybe he believes his relation with Marie will secure him.”

The king rested a hand on his shoulder. “Many begrudge your rise in my service. You’re a foreigner, and they do not like that. You are young, and they do not like that either, but I read the people of the city better than you do. This is truly our hour of deepest peril, and as king and guardian of each and every life in this realm, I choose you for our hope. And should you return to this city, should it still stand, you will see that there is more love for you here than you think.”

I then saw his father, the King of Wisdom, on the hill side with a beautiful white horse. The horsemen of Wisdom, took the King of Dictionopolis, and put him in a jail where he would never get out. I then saw the two most beautiful women ever, they must be Rhyme and Reason I thought. They had beautiful long blond hair and looked the best of all. They came over and thanked me. I next met the King of Wisdom, an old man that did not have much life left in him. “Thank you young boy and watchdog, you saved my daughter's.” he said. “It was my pleasure” I said. He then led me to the same tollbooth I used to come here. “We thank you for saving our land.” he said. “Goodbye.” I then walked into the tollbooth.

Her breath rushed out in ragged gasps as she searched for a place to hide on the giant ship. She couldn’t go back there, not again. Going back meant that they had won, and she couldn’t let that happen, even if she had to change her name and move to a new state. She hurried through the shadows of the ship as quietly as she could, all the while listening for any evidence that they were chasing her. Having lived with her sailor grandfather, she knew how to walk while the ship was moving, but the rain made the floor slippery, and making it difficult for her to catch her footing. Finally finding a small row boat to hide in, she began to hear numerous footsteps coming from the opposite side of the deck, and she tried to control her breathing

King Xerxes stared at the boy who slept peacefully in his arms. “Are you mine?”  looking at every inch of the baby. He needed to know the truth. One moment of happiness turned into utter grief. He had twins he should be happy, but One has a deformity where its eyes is a living swirling silver color. The King begins to question whether the second

As she soon came to find, he was quite different than her. She lived to discover, to fill her never ceasing curiosity. She went on for hours about her lasts findings while he listened and gasped along with it. They spent so many nights under the stars, drawing out lions and fish among the constellations. His favorite time was the day, he loved the sun and the way the world lit up. She loved the night for everything was dark so they could watch the

He fixed his gaze to a dark corner of the room then a man can out from the shadows. “What is he doing here I thought he was exiled” nobles started murmuring, disgusted at the sight that the exiled prince who planned a coup d’etat is actually still alive. “My son Lucious Venera, Leader of the Black Hand This is your Last Mission, Bring The Codex and The Star of Mythalia to Alice. Make sure she is safe and help her escape this God forbidden planet.” King Venara knows his son is strong, if he didn’t have his commanders at that time of the coup, of his son could have end his life. To rebel all for a single woman the king smirked at the