Creative Writing: Luffy And Nami Home

However, Eleanor could not alter her absolute reality of loneliness. The commonality of the absolute reality between Eleanor and the Hill House is what strengthened their connection, which became crucial in the story. In Chapter Nine, Eleanor heard her mother's’ voice while being haunted by the Hill House: “What fools they are, she thought; now I will have to go into the library. ‘Mother, Mother,’ she whispered, ‘Mother’, and she stopped at the library door, sick… I can feel the whole house and heard even Mrs. Montague protesting, and Arthur, and then the doctor, clearly, ‘We’ve got to look for her; everyone please hurry.’” (Jackson, 169-170). In this point of the story, the connection between the House and Eleanor is stronger than ever, and Eleanor’s isolation from the rest of the group intensifies the connection. Eleanor sees what the House sees, and the House is in control of Eleanor’s thoughts and actions. The House intended for Eleanor to be separated from the group in order to surround her with the absolute reality of loneliness. As the Gothic heroine, Eleanor needs to be saved from her fate in order to live by the Gothic Hero. The character of Luke Sanderson does not suit the traditional Gothic hero, but does try and save Eleanor from her mortal fate when she climbed the iron stairway in Chapter Nine. Luke manages to save Eleanor from the danger

King Tutankhamun or better known as “King Tut” became king at the young age of eight. His tomb was lost for 3000 years, it was after it was found that King Tut became so famous. There is also a story about an curse called “King Tut’s Curse”, many believe the curse is real.Some very strange rumors happened after the tomb was opened.

Eliza slammed the front door, her brown hair whipping behind her as she ran out of her house. Tears streamed down her face with a huge red hand mark was imprinted on it. She saw the barbed wire fence that bordered her city since The Great Attack and only hoped it wasn’t electrified at the moment… she thought of the lake beyond it, the lake always seemed to be a part of her child-hood. When she was younger, Eliza thought back, her father hadn’t minded the border. He often took her over, and to the lake, where they played for hours before returning home to a furious mother, but still, he didn’t mind. Eliza pushed the thought away, her father was dead, he was no longer a burden to her… at least, that’s what her mother had said before they got

Walking down 7 Boyden Lane, I feel the unevenness of sidewalk. Each step is different from the last. Trying to avoid twisting my ankle from one of the cracks, that is filled with rustic green grass. As I keep walking, I hear my foot slowly step down on a leaf. Making the sound of a potato chip being eaten. Advancing forward, I soon come to a new street, surrounded by massive trees that hover over me. Enabling me to only detect little specs of the clear blue sky up above. The smell of cow manure reminiscing the air. The sun beating on my shoulders, as I hear an immense truck start to approach me. Passing me it kicks up dust into the warm air, making it impossible to see twenty feet in front of me. All the sudden my hair starts to move to the

Camira walked silently with the other girls along the corridor the queen was leading them down. Camira studied the walls. The other corridor had paintings, whereas this one had maps. Lots of maps.

There was a knock at the door of what Will understood to be her new bedchamber, --- at least until she accepted Markus as her mate. “Yes” Rae poked her head in the door asking, “How are you doing?” Will smiled, “come in, I’m doing better.” Rae walked over and hugging Will and sighed, “I hope you don’t hate me for giving permission for you to be turned without asking you first, but really you were in no condition to be asked, and if I hadn’t you would not be here now. --- Don’t hate me.” Will pushed Rae back so she could see into her eyes, “I don’t hate you,… I needed some time, and I might need a little more once in a while until I have mourned the loss of my mortal life.” Rae sighed in relief, “I totally understand that, I’m surprised you

The family sprinted over to the dock, just as its last crew member was preparing to

Macbeth is the tragic hero in the play Macbeth. He has a tragic flaw that ends up ruining his character. Macbeth’s tragic flaw is ambition. Though ambition is usually a good thing, too much can be fatal. Macbeth’s character changes dramatically throughout the duration of the play. What once was a noble knight, is now a cold blooded killer.

The forest behind Aiden's house were thick, and stretched on for miles. Tall pines, maples, and oaks reached up from the ground, their green and scarlet tipped fingers scraping the sky. Green-gold morning light filtered through the dense canopy above his head, and a few early fallen leaves crunched beneath his feet. A lazy stream trickled its way through the tangle of roots and heavy underbrush, gurgling softly as it went; the scales of small fish flashing below its crystal surface.

This is Granny Phin’s house. This is the where the annual family reunion takes place. There are three tints set up out here. One is for the food. This is the most important one. You will notice how a lot of people sit around this tint. They want to be the first to get food. Don’t be one of those people. The other two tents are for shade. There’s a bathroom inside the house. Only one. It’s almost impossible to get to. I hope you used the restroom before you came. There’s cornhole over there, a blow up house past that, and horseshoe on the other side of the yard. If you like dealing with competitive old men, get in on a game of horseshoe. You won’t be let down.

On the afternoon of December 17th, 2008, Obina returned home from a long, tiring day at school. He pushed opened the creaky, white door expecting to see his mother, Chioma, sitting on the couch watching her Lifetime movies, as usual. Instead he was greeted by a cold silence that caused him to be slightly confused. “Mom!” He shouted throughout the house. Nothing. That was weird because she was always home, and if she was going somewhere she would have notified him in advance. He decided to call her cell phone but her phone went straight to voicemail. He decided not to worry, perhaps she went to the store and her phone had died. Hours had passed by and she still hadn’t returned home. It was approaching eight thirty so he decided to call her

If pain could be personified and mashed into the shape of a human, it'd look like Jimin.

A stream of hot water pours down from a shower embedded in the low hanging ceiling. Everything is awash with a hazy golden warmth from slow burning candlelight, softened by the rolling steam. Every breath was thick with the scent of jasmine flowers diffused into the air. "Let's try something different today," Sunny had suggested when he arrived that afternoon. First she had coated his body from head to toe with a mixture of fresh ground coffee bits, rich plant butters, and stimulating essential oils, invigorating his skin and mind with the rich, intoxicating aroma. Then she started up the shower. The water rinsed away all the exfoliating grit. Now her powerful hands, so small and finely shaped, glide along the muscles of his back, with pressure

His eyes were set deep in his skull. His cheeks were gaunt and pulled tight over his jaws. He cloaked his body in an athletic suit of rubber. They were illegal now, but no one ever checked to see if they were used.

It warmed his spark to see the shorter mech smiling. Bumblebee had been smiling less and less as of late. It was starting to worry him. With Optimus gone, Smokescreen could understand how hard it was for Bumblebee, for all of them, but he couldn’t bear to stand by watching his friend run himself down to the bare wires.