Nate Shaftoe
Mr. Breaton
EWC4U
May 21, 2014
Dance Recital
James loved the heat of dancing. It was lithe and
graceful, a melody of movement and form. He sat transfixed by the beauty before
him. She darted back and forth before his eyes in a hypnotic fashion. James’
face warmed as he leaned closer. “So beautiful…”
“James, quit staring at the fire!” his mother said.
Hero of the White Banner
Arthus stood tall and proud, his chest thrust out and his
head held high. His crimson cape fluttered in the wind. At the foot of the
rolling hill lay a thousand fallen orcs, slain by his hand.
“I
love you,” his beautiful elven lover said with a kiss.
Then the physician gave him his medicine.
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