Creative Writing: Empire Island

named Hollands Cove. Almost as if it were a secret the entrance to the community the roadway lies bare. A small dirt road with two fields on either side are backed by trees, small bushes, and a slight glimpse of a gray decaying haunted house. However during the early summer if you drudge through that field of tangled weeds you would find the bushes lined with juicy summer blackberries that stain your fingertips.

One of the most horrendous serial killers in modern history would have to be John Wayne Gacy, Jr. He was the second of three children and born in 1942. He lived in Chicago and attended catholic schools, and wasn't a very popular boy in school. Gacy seemed to live a very normal childhood, with exception to his relationship with his father, and series of accidents that effected him. No one could have known what the future held for John, not even his father.

“After defeating the Cyclops Polyphemus, my men grew exhausted. They grew thirsty from rowing under the beating hot sun. Sweat dripped down their heads and the ship’s deck grew moist from the mix of the salty, seawater and sweat. We stopped by on a nearby island.

The weather was pleasant, with cloudless blue skies and the air heavy with birdsong along their route. Accompanying those who were being sent to assess the damage at the Salsolan Outpost had been a choice — the same way drinking when thirsty was a choice — and bringing her slave had been just another facet.

Chapter One. The Expedition took a start. All the submariners packed up and got ready for it. Every human being involved was breathing heavily.

Hi Mary Lou, I miss you so much and can’t wait till I get back to England to see you.

Though enemy resistance continued to be met on their way to the extraction zone, on the part of Dritte Zug and DHvKA, at the extraction zone itself, everything proved to be much quieter on the Brotzman brothers end. After eliminating the opposing force at the extraction zone about ten or so minutes earlier, the only noises that the bothers could hear were the distant sounds of gunfire and explosions. Stahlsebastian, Horst and Arno all reckoned that it had to be the kids, who were trying to get to the extraction point in their halftracks. Suddenly, not too long afterwards, the FF33 that Stahlsebastian carried began to crackle once more. Again, it turned out to be the captain of the Neumaryland. Likewise, Stahlsebastian picked up the field telephone.

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 boat swayed with the subtle waves, slightly rocking the man into even deeper sleep. He laid on a salt encrusted bundle of yellow sheets. His gangly body was strewn across the small patch of fabric, his scruffy beard was streaked with the grey of a hard short life, his head lulled to the side, and his lips slightly open taking in deep slow breaths.

The apprentice witch led them through many long hallways, making her way to the rear of the castle. These halls were covered in different tapestries and paintings, torches placed regularly to fully light the long pathways. The ground was made up of a color of stone that was just shades lighter than what the castle's structure consisted of, and it was covered in long dark blue carpets with small silver patterns woven in. Inside and out the castle appeared beautiful and regal, the gem of the kingdom.

Guard 1 : I don't know i guess he is a little all over the place right now. (He chuckled under breath)

It was a Saturday evening and there was coffee granules all over the counter. Small, evil little things that were in places Enjolras didn't think coffee granules should be. In his hair, In his shoes, down his jeans.

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 made 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 so

Sisyphus is an ancient Greek fable of a God who was punished by other Gods to roll a rock to the top of a hill only to see it roll right back to the bottom for all of eternity. Sisyphus was never able to truly accomplishing anything forced to be tormented for all of time. Taylor used this as an example for the meaninglessness of life because it gave the reader an image in their mind of what a truly meaningless life would be as we can now currently understand it.

It was a foggy Saturday morning. Dew covered the purple, orange and pink roofs. The green flooring was flooded with muddy fragments. The intricate rays of sun shone through the water beads. My family left our cubicle apartment and joined the colony for the work day in the immaculate village.