Nazaan Narrative

I sobbed as I saw the cloud seeping and boiling over the edge of the small ravine I fallen into. I heard

You can see that Najmah is doing what is needed of her, she must get on the truck or she might not get another chance to see her father and brother.(STEWE-2) Not only that but she says “Akhtar is

The boy in the house threw a stone at me and broke it. " Then she fluttered more desperately than ever. Nagaina lifted up her head and hissed, "You warned Rikki-tikki when I would have killed him. Indeed and truly, you've chosen a bad place to be lame in."

I awoke the next morning happy, reminiscing about the night before and the fun had by all. Suddenly my daughter, mother and sister were at the door. I knew something was wrong because

When the rain stopped and the sun started to come out, I finally went to my car. I opened the driver’s side door, sat down, and closed it. I banged my hands on the dashboard multiple times and screamed. The tears came back, streaming down my face as if they were rivers themselves. When at last there were no more tears left to flow out, I turned my head towards the bridge and for the last time, I glared out at the spot where she stood before her

The scream came from a young elven woman, who currently was surrounded by a pack of trolls and they snarled at her and waved their weapons in her direction. The elven woman was covered in bruises and was struggling to stand on her legs. She held a dagger in a shaky hand with fear written on her pretty features.

The man struggled for a few moments before his grip on his own neck tightened with Rose’s contempt. His dying gasps were music to Rose’s ears. A few tears slid out of his eyes before they went blank and his knees buckled out underneath him. How unceremonious.What a rube.

gnawing, snatched up a spear, and threw it at Tommy. The women screamed warnings. Tommy

She overlooked the beach, staring into its marvelous beauty. The sound of the waves filled her ears as she leaned backwards into the sand. She sat with gracefulness, the tips of her feet meeting with the ocean, the grains of the earth rubbing between her fingers. The smell of sea's salt wafted past her nose as she settled into deep thought. There was nothing she could do. This was it, the end of her journey with Rose. Thousands of years coming to halt for the birth of a half human, half gem being; at the sacrifice of the greatest gem she had ever known. She could feel the sting of the tears as they welled near the brim of her icy hues. However, she refused to let them fall. She

I sat up as my eyes started to fill with tears. I clenched my arm trying to forget the pain I was currently feeling. I was trying to catch my breath but my heart felt like it was pounding one million beats per second. The grass was drowning in the water rushing from my eyes. All I could think of was pain.

River saw light at the end of the dark and desolate forest, but suddenly the forest changed. The forest was gone; it was now an empty white space that had a visible corner, but other than that, there was no place to run. She cowered in the corner as a spotlight shined on the chaser; The wolf. He manically grinned at her, baring his

Anthony's hands shook, and as he pulled out of his driveway, he could feel the streams soaking his face and making his shirt cling to his chest from how many tears he had shed. He didn't want to do this, but he had made a choice and he had to stick with it, no matter how hard it was.

Sitting on the couch, four-year-old Gia was enraptured by the Disney movie playing on the television. Enthralled by the scenes occurring in front of her, she watched as the charming young prince returned the glass slipper to the beautiful maid, transforming her into a princess. Looking up at her mom, Gia said in awe, “Mommy, when I grow up I wanna be a princess and marry my own prince!”

This morning I woke up not to the sound of the birds in the trees, but the yelling and screaming of fellow villagers. The streets were filled with people I had never seen in my life. They has long faces and their eyes were cold. There were many of them and they continued to march on. I couldn’t see exactly what was happening. Kanda came running in, “Elombe! Get up!”

So, by the look of the wounds it seemed like some kind of sacrifice. Sacrificing his own nephew, his own flesh and blood. To a possible fake deity. I went to the DA and explained it all