Descriptive Essay On Hainuwele's Life

Towering above us the beast made no sound, but Cali made a sudden move and the beast bit her in two, at her torso. I screamed, and instantly I ran away, away from the beast, and my dead companion. Through the price of Cali’s life, the rest of the group had more time to reach the cave’s entrance. Twelve feet, six feet, then it was there the beast and its’ smell was back again. I then heard a scream it was Seth singer of music. The group pushed onward to the top and we emerged. As we came running out of the cave behind us, and instantly Clara maker of sleep decided to sing to hopefully make the beast sleepy. It was working for a while but the beast began to become angry again, and David the hunter decided to shoot the beast with a tranquilizer to make sure the beast went to sleep. He made the shot and it hit the beast in the neck, and instantly the beast became very sleepy and collapsed due to its weight. At this the group, what was remaining of us decided we should tie up the beast giving us time to escape. We had Robin the ropes expert in our group and she tied the best up to restrain it for a while. As we finish with the beast sleep evades me,

My polearm sinks into the chest cavity of another serpent with a soft thud. His lungs instantly fill with blood and his eyes glaze over as I withdraw my blade.

My head bobbed in the water, allowing my arms and legs to tread. A smile grew on my face when I saw how calm the water was, up and down and back and forth, moving in a constant wave. Before I could react, my head went under, held down by two large hands wrapped around my neck. I attempted to fight whoever was pushing me farther into the water, but my efforts were futile. My hands latched on to those of my attacker; my hair swirled over my field of vision. I screamed and let the air escape, but water filled my lungs, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. More and more water weighed me down, hundreds and thousands of feet deeper than I could handle. My body gave out; I couldn’t keep fighting. The hands around my neck squeezed tighter and tighter. Breathing was impossible.

The wind screamed in my ears, or maybe that was me, and my hair flapped all over the place. My limbs reached out in an attempt to slow the fall, to grab hold of something, to cushion the impact. They instead spun me around, and the water hit my back hard. It felt like concrete or falling onto cold solid ground. It knocked the air out of my lungs, my arms stopped flailing. I sunk down, down into the inky water I’d seen from above only moments before. The impact left me shocked; any attempt to bring me to the surface ended. A deep water current must have snatched me up and dragged me down.

But there’s one that won’t go away. Flashes of her tear stained face echo in my mind, threatening to break me. “Lucinda Thomas, listen to me. You’re not some broken, fragile person so stop pretending to be one. You need to forgive yourself because I need you. Your parents need you. Please, Luce, come back.” It’s those words that I wake up to everyday, those words that make me believe that maybe there’s a chance that my best friend’s right for once. That maybe I can come back after all. I’ve spent months isolating myself from the people that I love most only to force my pain on their shoulders, and if that’s not selfish then I don’t know what is.

All of a sudden it hits me and sucks me into the deep water. It is throwing me around vigorously. My chest is starting to hurt and I can’t breathe. I thought This is the end of me. As I begin to gasp for air and air sounds better every second I think about it. The water becomes shallow and I can finally breathe from the harsh water. I begin gasping really hard for the amazing air and I think to myself I am actually alive! I feel a cold hand grab me by the arm and pull me out of the water. It was my mother she begins to worry and start asking me questions. She carries me back to the hotel and sets me down onto the hotel bed. Hands me my clothes and I begin to dress again and she keeps on apologizing for not being able to grab me.

My head bobbed in the water while the calm water moved up and down and back and forth in a constant wave. Before I could react, my head went under, held down by two large hands wrapped around my neck. Screaming, clawing, and kicking, I fought whoever pushed me farther down, my efforts futile. My hands latched onto those of my attacker; my hair swirled across my field of vision. The air escaped as water filled my lungs, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. More and more water weighed me down, hundreds and thousands of feet deep. My body gave out; fighting back became a lost cause. Tighter and tighter, the hands squeezed. Breathing was impossible.

I gazed up at the mountain now drenched in light red and squinted, trying to keep my eyes open, as the bright sharp light burnt into my eyes. Struggling to keep my eyes open, I finally closed them unable to the pain any longer; I wiped my watery eyes and thought where Samneric’s fire was? There was a rumble inside me, and I looked hopefully at the jungle wondering if I could find Samneric’s fire as well as something to eat. In the morning light the jungle seemed like an old and tattered rug chewed to bits by moths, yet despite this the jungle and the whole island was beautiful shining in the sun’s warmth. I kept on walking as the jungle beckoned me calling me with its beauty. As I passed between the trees, the canopy overhead plunged me into velvet darkness. The only source of light was from the small gaps in the shell of overlapping leaves, where the sun glistened through. Moss and lichen covered the ground in abundance, thriving in this humid atmosphere, and feeding on the eerie green light that managed to penetrate through the ceiling of emerald leaves. The strange green shade and the various knotted pillars made it impossible to see for great distances or to walk about freely.

The space is empty, only a shadowy figure can be seen. Their bright silver eyes pierce into my soul. A mischievous smile is drawn upon its face, sending chills down my spine. Their long curvy horns are attached to each side of its dark smoky face. Their long tail is divided into three wispy strands. It approaches slowly, as if waiting for an opportunity to strike. I try to escape, but my legs are under a wave of fear. The figure is closing its distance, raising its arm out towards me. I prepare for the worst, but no attack came in contact. Instead, it held out its shadowy hand.

I headed out to the water after setting up my towel. The shock of the frigid water took my breath away and I was momentarily stunned. However, I quickly recovered; finding my body adjusts rapidly to the cold water. I waded a few feet into it before leaning forward and swimming out. I didn't dare to go too far though, instead turning to swim parallel to the shore. I was comforted by the sounds of the ocean; the rhythmic pounding of the waves represses all of my worries. I looked into the cloudless cerulean blue sky and see the perfection of life. Just when I was starting to get tired and wanted to go back to the shore, I saw something.

I could feel my heart pounding through my chest as I peered over the waterfall. My feet had cuts from standing on the sharp rocks. The lush green trees surrounded me. Water rushed off the edge plummeting thirty feet to the ground. The Screams of people throwing themselves off is unforgettable. I could feel the stream tugging at my feet and pulling me close to the edge. The smell of the sea can be found anywhere on the island. Wind coming from the ocean gave me chills. Listening to the peaceful sounds of the waves crashing on the shore miles away helped me relax. The problem is the only way down is to jump.

Panic spreads through the streets. As I attempt to run off the island, I am only able to take one more glance backward, before the air thickens with acrid smoke and debris to the point that I almost become asphyxiated. Coughing and breathing extremely heavily, I continue to run as quickly as possible as visibility decreases. Meanwhile, the earth trembles and quakes beneath me from the constant pounding of bombs and missiles that are silencing screams and pleas for help. I try not to look around me, afraid of what I would witness and could never erase from my mind and from my heart. I then lose my balance from an explosion nearby, and my face hits the shell-ridden floor. Running on pure adrenaline and instincts, I regain my footing and continue to make a dash for the coastline, oblivious to the blood trickling down my face and hands.

The man in the long black robes continues to circle me around the chair I'm tied to, mumbling words in a language I don't know or perhaps it is English clear as day and my brain is finally beginning to shut down. A snake coiled around my feet begins to hiss, slithering up to my lap. The man goes from mumbling to soft speaking. I'm lead to believe he's talking to the snake because it continues to move and wraps itself around my neck as his words become more intense. I put my arm out to the woman, pleading with my eyes for help. For weeks I have

As soon as she let off the ledge her body flooded with regret, but there was no going back now. As she hit the bottom crashing into the water and rocks the cold stung every inch of her like a thousand knifes. The pain over stimulated her brain causing her to lie there in the water for a while. “Am I dead?” she thought. She sat up struggling from the pain in her legs and back, looking around trying to find a way out of the water she shuffled through the wet rocks to the edge; it was

On a night like this, there was only one clear path to get to the ocean, and only fools would try to go there at night. Everybody already called her a fool already so why beat around the bush? Performing the task was more complicated than the thought itself. It was something that was scorned, just like little girls climbing trees. You know the saying right? That the tree will stop bearing fruit? She never quite figured how that myth started. After getting caught in a mango tree by her grandmother, the memory of that punishment could never be erased. The next summer, the fruits came a little late, and there were few. Her grandmother blames her to this day. Before venturing towards the beach, her shoes were left behind to pay tribute to the beginning of this journey. Bare feet became intimate with the cold ground of red soil that transitioned into red petals and tiny green leaves, which were daily offerings from the poinciana trees that hugged each other, encircling the surroundings like a cocoon. ! There were nights where people had seen the trees shaking in merriment with no help from natureʼs wind to share the joke with the whole forest. There were other nights of people discovering women lost in complete shock, their voices stolen in the night air. Then of men found half dead narrowly escaping the waterʼs bitter grip. One