Unstoppable

Author's Note: This is the third installment of the recent story I have been writing. I am trying to put metaphors in my writing. I am also trying to purposely write the four different sentence types.

Together they were unstoppable, except, they didn't know it yet. Hito had one more discovery to make until they could truly realize this. Hito still needed the help of one person to discover this. This person was somebody he never would've guessed.

It took mere minutes for Hito and Anita to become friends. They got along like best friends who had known each other for a long time. Anita had to show Hito around the house so he could know where everything was, and so he never got lost. Hito thought that this was the most amazing and magical house he had ever been in. When he got to his room, Hito's mind was blown. The walls were snow white, and they seemed to glow. A king size bed that looked to Hito like it was really fitted for a king sat against the far wall. Against the opposite wall was a gigantic flat screen TV. Hito was surprised that their was such a big TV, he had never seen one before. Underground they were a rarity, because it's hard to get a good signal. The wall facing the door had a ginormous cabinet with a large mirror on the front. After a few minutes of Hito staring amazingly into his room, Anita got worried, and lead him out. When she brought him back downstairs, she went back to the dining room. Shilleve was sitting at the head of the table, sipping a glass of wine.

"Hito sit down, we have important matters to discuss. Anita, you are dismissed to go to your room and work on your exercises. When you are done, you may do whatever you like, but do not disturb us," Shilleve commanded. Anita hurried out of the room and went up the stairs. After a few seconds Shilleve stood up. "Please sit down. Is there anything you would like to drink?" Shilleve asked. Hito shook his head and quietly sat down. Shilleve got another glass of wine and sat down. "Before I say anything else, I must tell you this, Hito, do not be surprised by what I am about to say. Hito you have a power locked inside of you that no human being on Earth has had before. The Force is inside you, and I will help you unlock it."

Controlling the Action

Author's Note: For a writing exercise, we had to make a writing piece with only one action, starting with what Mr. J put. My part is in red.

The saloon grew quiet as Carl stood away from the brass rail and looked to his left where the Sheriff was poised, arm extended to draw his colt .45 with the flick of his wrist. The citizens of Tumbleweed were prepared for violence, they were constantly living in a state of fear as was most of Arizona in 1885.

Carl drew a long puff of his cigarette, and flicked the butt of into the crowd of what was destined to be witnesses to one more death, one more needless act of violence, one more scar on the soul of Tumbleweed.

As the smoke rose from the shrinking cigarette, Johnny realized that this was not his world that he should be living in, but it was. He could've had fame and fortune, if he wouldn't have made that one mistake-- the mistake that changed his life forever.

Johnny was an up and coming football player at his local university, and in his freshman year, he had been the star player. He had also come close so to winning the most prestigious award possible. The night after he came within reach of it, he had his first drink. The fallout that happened after that was catastrophic. He became a drunk, and had to go into rehab, his NFL stock fell from first round pick, and maybe even first overall pick, to "should we even draft this guy?" When he came out of rehab, America had moved past Johnny Football, and hooked onto to another young player that had risen to stardom.

 Sitting in this old western bar, Johnny watched the fight with little intent, this is what his life had become, sitting in a bar with a bunch of drunk cowboys watching them match wits? He was disappointed in himself. Without turning his attention to the fight, he heard a loud BANG, and the bar did the best thing it could do. Silence.