Escape Trees, trees, trees Branches, sticks, leaves Whipping, gashing, slashing at my arms I can't get away no matter how fast I run Tripping, falling, crawling on the floor Ragged cuts, tattered clothes, jagged breathing as I start to slow My eyes are heavy, my vision blurred Distant images start to stir He's right behind me, he's catching up I have to keep moving but my legs have had enough Getting dizzy about to pass out, a distant figure starts to stand out A distant scream, a whispered plea, I can't believe it came from me Pulse is racing, a feeling of hands, a gentle hush as I'm helped to stand It's him, he's caught me, please strength don't leave me yet Let me be anything but his sullied pet I have to leave, I have to get away, I
Markus Zusak’s, The Messenger features the protagonist Ed Kennedy, and how he completed each mission of aces; diamonds, clubs, spades and hearts. The suit of spades was symbolic to Ed’s overall mission as Ed had to dig through truths about himself. Before the suit of spades Ed’s thought of himself was that he was worth nothing, evident through the narration of Ed’s monologue. The suit of spades saw Ed wanting more for his life, evident through the characterisation of Ed, the changes in his monologue.
The trees blurred together as I whisked past them. I had to keep running, the fear pumping through my veins kept me going for this long. I never was good a geography and judging by where I am, I’m lost. This was bad, how was I supposed to hide if I didn't know where I was hiding.
“Baby, there’s bills to pay and ain’t no money coming in. Your mama’s got no job come fall and there’s the mortgage and next year's taxes to think of.” I could see the frustration and sadness come over Cassie’s face. I never like to see her so lonesome but what can I do?
Your eyes are staring down the barrel of a gun, Now you know, there's no where left to run. Your wish is finally coming true, Soon, there will be no more you.
My one talent involves talking at people until they get confused. As her title card assures us, "FIONA THE CON ARTIST", is scheming, Pandoran scum. She confirms as much to Rhys: "You came to Pandora, now you get to live like we do. Wait for more powerful people to kill each other, and then take their stuff.
It’s very dark and I can only hear abeyance. I can’t see planet earth, since I’m on the moon I can’t see it rise or fall. Without my spacesuit I would have no oxygen to breath. If I took my helmet off I would slowly suffer by suffocating, also my eardrums would rupture or explode do to no air pressure in space. The spacesuit also provides warmth by my body heat, without it I would freeze to death in the dark vacuum of space. I can see Venus, I see the biggest star the sun, and I can see the Milky Way. I’m able to bounce because there is little to no gravity in space, since I’m far away from earth there is less gravitational force. No one could see me in space from earth. There isn’t a telescope powerful enough to zoom into a
to accept it, this is my eternity, i'd stay here forever and ever. I guess this is it, my whole life and it's all wasted. I wonder if I could have done anything different, maybe be kinder, give to the poor, I don't know. I'll never get married or have children.
Four aged rings did a bell tower cry, across the night veiled scape. Every lonely street of the sleeping town shifted in dread, as the winds of time shook every sleeping mind. All who dreamed, dreaming and dreamt fashioned themselves to the approaching dawn - servants to the morning light. But first to wake was the moon, casting her beams across the many cobblestone roads in defiance of the upcoming day. The many devious shadows of the night hid their children behind lampposts, benches, houses, and what few beating hearts sat in darkness.
Disgusting! I am creating something that has no beauty appeal! Eyes that reflect the sun and skin as soft as silk, it’ll never have! Should I invest such a lengthy portion of my life to develop a physical being that has no unity to anything other than the first devil? I’ve placed the animals meats in the boiler.
I was looking through profiles, and came across yours. I like the content of your page, and the way you speak about God and the Bible. It seems sincere. I also like the way you candidly mention some of the weirder things that you’re into. We have a bit in common.
Today was the day I would have done without. The day I was caught and imprisoned. Why was I imprisoned? They strongly believe that I’m a creature. I’m in a cage bound in too many chains.
I don’t know how long I’ve been running, nor do I care. I just know I have to get away, escape from the creature and its rancid, hot breath. I can almost hear its heavy paws giving chase, snapping the slender branches on the ground as it covers the distance between us. The hair on the back of my neck rises and I have to force my fear down or else I’ll stop, my legs will give in and I won’t be able to go on. I must not stop.
We all felt it. The fear in our hearts made the air feel thick with tension; it felt so dense that it almost suffocated us. The mix of emotions was too much and I thought it was not possible that our day could have gotten worse. How wrong I was to think that.
Malala Yousafzai was for women's rights. She stood up for the right of girls around her, and around the world. She discovered that nothing would change unless she did something about it and that’s exactly what she did. She stood up for her education and the education of other women around the world, even in the face of danger she still stood up and did not back down. “Malala is a very influential person who deserves to be recognised, and she was. She went on to win the Nobel Peace Prize for her actions.” ( Kelter, 2016, Para:1)
I didn’t know any better. I didn’t know it could kill me. One time when I was 8, I was playing with some chapstick. I was putting It on everything when I decided to take a bite out of it. I ended up getting really sick and almost dying.