Kate's Short Story: The Moon Maiden

She hurled her self to try and stop the children from being drugged. This is another very brave act on Kate’s part. Once again, she stands up against the terrorist. Despite Kate’s attempts to stops the terrorist and opening the bus door for help, she also tried to escape. She discovers a spare key and tried to use it to her advantage.

Kathryn regarded Ariana's posture. She wouldn't take no for an answer. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.

Giving me only a fleeting look at the woman whom had transformed into a beautiful enchantress under an aura of shimmering sparks. The soothing image melted away almost immediately as the excruciating pain seeped through my veins. leaving me writhing in pain. Elongating every muscle, adrenaline pulsates through my veins with loud booms which seemed to magnify with each beat, but it didn’t stop. “I do not see kindness in your heart, you will soon learn how it feels like to be judged by your appearance” the enchantress hissed. Thick hairs began to sprout expeditiously over the surface of my entire body. Possessing razor-sharp claws and fangs, I gasp and stagger to catch breaths that were out of reach. All of a sudden an intense piercing pain shot up my neck making its way into my eyes, distending them, clouding them, then colouring them a sinful shade. “Please, I’m sorry, make it stop!” I begged but I saw no mercy in those cold black eyes. As I stumble backwards I could almost sense the twisted pleasure radiating off her skin with not a flinch of guilt. It felt like needles and burning irons were scalding my body. Then a rush of crimson tincture flooded through me, slowly, drowning my nerves leaving no trace of human trait, Until finally, I was called a

In that terrifying moment, she realised that her worst nightmare had come true - a nightmare she wished upon no one. Her heart pounded so fast that it could be heard over a pair of thundering drums, and her pulse vibrated as if a violin bow were drawn over her nerves. Her cheeks turned the colour of scarlet and felt as hot as a billion burning suns, as fire entwined her veins and slithered like a snake up her spine. All she felt was anger.

She whipped her eyes towards him, but suddenly lurched and fell to the ground. The world slowed, she felt something warm and sticky pool around her. She had managed to turn her head in his direction, only then seeing the enemy army that had caught up with them. One knight savaged her son with his sword and then discarded his body. She tried to reach him, but a spear protruding from her back weighed her down. Then she saw us again, watched as the way the enemy avoided us . She felt cold, knowing her time had come , she looked right in my eyes as her life thread was cut. The end frayed as her body slumped to the ground, but it didn’t matter. She was one insignificant life that we had

She needed to see herself, to clean herself. But when the light illuminated her face, all she saw was blood. Coating her hair, her face, her dress- where sweat had once been, blood now dripped down her temples, down the bridge of her nose, over her lips. Her breath was caught in her throat as she clawed at her hair, her eyes darting around the bathroom for a towel, a rag, anything.

Fire ran up the arms of the beautiful teenage girl. She went deep inside herself and pulled from the strength of her ancestors. The strength of the witches she came from. Her mother all the way to her great-great-grandmother.

The chapter starts out with Ying-ying questioning the ceremony for the Moon Lady and being told, “You do not need to understand. Just follow your mother’s example”(Tan69). The tradition of the family is already starting to

Blood was running down her arm from the gaping wound in her palm and the women began to wash the mask of clay and blood from her face, pushing her raven locks back from her face, exposing the near perfect alabaster skin of her face. Without the war paint, her face was almost angelic. Deep blue eyes were framed by high cheekbones and a slender nose that ended in small, pursed lips. Her body was muscular, marred and molded from months of stealthy battle and thievery. Her breasts were pert and sat high on her chest, only the carved 'A' marring the perfect

This allows her to live a life not framed with “J. Crew lined fitted blouse’s” and “lemon yellow Chanel suits” (53 Richter) it obtains possibilities farther than she ever expected. The narrator displays negation towards “the Bitch “when she is finding her own self-discovery, As the narrator speaks jealously is implied towards Kates acting out, but in conclusion it leads her to feel the exaltation about her own changes. After seeing the gray matter, Kate now works on being a prodigy, seeing in a looking glass souring with her “own perception. The narrator secretly thanks the Bitch for giving her a second chance at a life. Seeing the world from another view, is the greatest gift any scar or revenge could give

Tizbeth laid there on her back with her arm over her eyes. Her mind told her to leave. Her body told her she was dying. She closed her eyes; she may have passed out. She dreamed of being in her heat forge and someone, a man, told her she was doing a good job. She ran her hand over the braided love knot pedant. Although unrefreshed when she opened her eyes, Tizbeth rolled on her stomach, crawl toward the stairs and

A heart beat pounds in her ears. Yet it isn't her own. Strong arms are wrapped around her as she sobs. Muscles flex as they wrap tighter, trying to squeeze out her pain, but instead cause her to yelp. The grip loosens as she backs away slowly. Her head shakes from side to side. It can't be happening.

The creatures, giant paw pinned her against the silver wall, she screamed out in agony as it seared her flesh. She latched her fingers around the creature’s arm and tried forcing it to let her go to no avail because the moment it released her, it sank its sharp teeth deep into her neck. Adelaide cried out in pain, she gazed upward to see her parents frantically trying to break the witches protective dome around the arena.

It was after that, that the terror came back. That she remembered everything that hurt. That more than once, faces that haunted her came back. Lingering touches that made her skin burn and bile rise to her throat. Where she felt like she had to scrub at her skin. To remove scars that she covered with magic.

Gemma stumbled forward and was knocked down again. She clutched at her stomach in a desperate attempt to stop the terrible feeling that she was being ripped apart from the inside out. Giving up on walking, she crawled forward on hands and knees towards the sound of battle.