02-03-2010, 03:01 AM
Oh, books, oh literature, oh papers. *pushes victor frankenstein and his monster off a cliff along with her evaluative argument that still does not have a working thesis*
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The sound of the rushing forest was really the only thing that Hezekiah heard outside of the blood that pulsed through his tall ears and the sound of his own breath catching and being forced back out. He could not think of a time when he had ever had to run so hard and so fast to get away from something. This wasn’t anything like his father coming after him in a drunken stupor, because that didn’t even require skill to get away. He did not have to fear being struck down by a fist or a pair of teeth anchoring themselves into his scruff; what he had to fear was death itself. He was able to discern without looking behind him that Snake was faring well, if only because he heard anything that said that the monstrous wolf had got a hold of him. So all there was for them to do was stay one step ahead, think ten steps ahead, and Hezekiah thought for a moment that perhaps he had the right idea when he started to weave fluidly between the trees, breaking from the path that they had been barrelling down to take the less travelled and more cumbersome of roads.
The sound of the rushing forest was really the only thing that Hezekiah heard outside of the blood that pulsed through his tall ears and the sound of his own breath catching and being forced back out. He could not think of a time when he had ever had to run so hard and so fast to get away from something. This wasn’t anything like his father coming after him in a drunken stupor, because that didn’t even require skill to get away. He did not have to fear being struck down by a fist or a pair of teeth anchoring themselves into his scruff; what he had to fear was death itself. He was able to discern without looking behind him that Snake was faring well, if only because he heard anything that said that the monstrous wolf had got a hold of him. So all there was for them to do was stay one step ahead, think ten steps ahead, and Hezekiah thought for a moment that perhaps he had the right idea when he started to weave fluidly between the trees, breaking from the path that they had been barrelling down to take the less travelled and more cumbersome of roads.