This is an essay i wrote for the firt term english exam this year, the post here is pretty much the same as the original accept that i have made some edits and alterations to it here and there. The topic was:
"It was the chance of a lifetime..."
Write an essay that starts with the phrase above.
It was the chance of a lifetime, but it all went WRONG.
Intro
“The Knowledge” is information regarding the secrets of the universe believed to have been passed down from God to Moses together with the 10 commandments.
“The Order” is a millennium old secret organization, being the guardians of “The Knowledge” ever since the time it was first passed on to Moses.
1
50 years ago, before Coy’s reputation for devious plots and schemes became infamous, Coy was a member of the Order.
When he first joined, he thought the Order was a foundation of Good, representing everything and anything that was against Evil. However, in truth, the Order was nothing but Evil itself, throughout the millennia they had hidden the Knowledge. The Knowledge was information handed by God to man, information intended for the world. Alas, the Order was selfish, keeping the Knowledge to themselves. With Knowledge they had power, looking over man scurry around like little ants, knowing that as they pleased they could summon their power to manipulate any situation to their favour.
They looked over the world with the detachment of Gods.
The Knowledge is mankind’s most protected secret. A power, so awesome that only senior members of the Order are allowed access to it. Even so, the Order’s access is limited. It is believed that if a mortal is to view the Knowledge all at once he would consequently become omnipotent, being able to see into the future, manipulate matter, control time… Hence, each senior member is allowed only one or several extracts of the Knowledge, each extract allowing them a special skill.
Coy, smart as he was saw through the Order’s façade, upping his ranks, he quickly moved through the Order’s hierarchy. And at last, after a decade of loyal unfaltering service to the Order, his dedication paid off.
When the Knowledge was placed right before him, Coy executed his plan. His plan was fool-proof, he had planned carefully, day by day since his understanding of the Order. He had looked into the most intricate of details, putting every action into the precision of milliseconds. However, the one variable Coy didn’t take into account was betrayal.
The only other person Coy had entrusted knowledge of his ulterior motive to had betrayed him, swayed by the Order’s promises of higher power.
Nonetheless, Coy escaped the clutches or the Order with his own extract –
The Extract of Immortality.
2
Standing on the rocky plateau, Coy scanned the desolate desert below him through his XJ9-HawkVision binoculars. The desert was unforgiving, the sun stroke Coy’s back with intense fury. To the occasional passerby, this desert was just any other desert, desolate, devoid of life, The Land Mother Nature Forgot. However, Coy knew otherwise, he knew that deep below this seemingly abandoned terrain was the world’s most high-tech gadgets and weaponry. But no ordinary weapons, the institute below them focused on the paranormal, the supernatural, things often heard of but never seen.
Any other individual in Coy’s position would have quickly given up, but Coy was determined.
This was his chance, he would not miss it.
As pearls of salt stung the wounds left by unforgiving rock, Coy’s mind drifted back to the very reason to his uncomfortable position atop this plateau – the phone call.
3
Coy stared dumbfounded as his private cell line rang. Only 3 persons knew about his number- 2 of them were killed in action, the 3rd one disappeared without a trace last week.
Coy answered.
“This is Coy?” the voice spoke
“Yes it is, how did you get this number?”
“Details are not important, what is important is the information I have for you…”
As Coy hung up he could hardly believe the information he had just been told. However, Coy seasoned by many battles was cautious, and practiced proper skepticism. He immediately dispatched one of his agents to check the information’s legitimacy.
It was true.
4
The mirage of Coy’s memories was ripped through by the beeping of his klystron radar. Over the horizon, Coy could see a dust cloud emerging, coming closer and closer. Quickly, he grabbed his Hawkvision binoculars and zoomed in on the target, could it be?
Hurtling at an untold speed was the very person who had betrayed Coy so many years back. From Coy’s inside intelligence he had learnt that his once close comrade was now one of the most senior members of the Order, possessing several extracts, allowing him to travel at incredible speeds and dissipate into matter –
He could take a step into Mona Lisa as if strolling through a park.
Coy shrugged off his surprise, no matter. Regardless of the circumstance Coy was ready, the devilish trap he had set up today made all his previous works seem like child’s play. Had plan Alpha fail, plan Beta would continue, followed by Gamma, Epsilon, Zeta…the list went on. And a cruel lesson learnt from the Order - he worked alone.
Coy readied himself and put his thumb over the ignition button, this was it, this was his chance of a lifetime, and all the years of sweat and tears, all the previous failures and defeats, all of that, would mean nothing, nothing, after this victory.
The target closed into range, any moment now….Three. Two. One.
There was a flash of light and almost every weapon known to mankind was unleashed upon the target in splendid fireworks that lasted for minutes. In sequence, lasers, heat-seaking bullets, missiles, mousetraps all pierced the silence of the desert leaving a dust cloud that touched the heavens.
5
As the dust slowly cleared, Coy removed himself from the protective blanket he had hid himself under. He grabbed his HawkVision binoculars and looked down.
There it was. The Knowledge.
The sensation of victory overwhelmed Coy. The years he had spent hunting down the Knowledge had not been of waste, there, on the ground right below him was, The Knowledge.
Coy calmed himself and rushed down the plateau. This desolate wasteland now appeared as the Garden of Eden and Coy was here to pick its fruit of Wisdom.
Coy grabbed the Knowledge. This is not it.
Darkness.
6
What felt like a giant boulder (it was) had fallen down on Coy. Coy opened his eyes and shouted as the excruciating pain rushed through his body as his limbs continued to be crushed below the gargantuan weight. Coy did not want to get up, he knew that he had failed, that the whole event had yet again been another set up to further crush his will. Coy knew he would survive with the knowledge he attained from his extract, but contemplating his situation he wondered whether his immortality was more of a blessing or a curse.
Wearily, Coy lifted his head, and looked towards the two red specks of the dark silhouette staring down upon him. The figure spoke, mocking, taunting, cursing, “Yes, this was a set up, Coy” , repeating over and over again, the words further crushing Coy’s frail body, each syllable feeling like another tonne added onto his eternal pain.
He knew this was it, he knew it was over. The unmentionable scowls and cursing would not be heard by the young viewers, they would never know the truth; it would all be censored by a simple “Beep! Beep!”, and they would rejoice once again:
Wile E. Coyote failed to catch the Roadrunner.
I know this picture doesn't exactly fit the ending i had described, but while i was writing this essay i didn't have this picture did i?
"It was the chance of a lifetime..."
Write an essay that starts with the phrase above.
It was the chance of a lifetime, but it all went WRONG.
Intro
“The Knowledge” is information regarding the secrets of the universe believed to have been passed down from God to Moses together with the 10 commandments.
“The Order” is a millennium old secret organization, being the guardians of “The Knowledge” ever since the time it was first passed on to Moses.
1
50 years ago, before Coy’s reputation for devious plots and schemes became infamous, Coy was a member of the Order.
When he first joined, he thought the Order was a foundation of Good, representing everything and anything that was against Evil. However, in truth, the Order was nothing but Evil itself, throughout the millennia they had hidden the Knowledge. The Knowledge was information handed by God to man, information intended for the world. Alas, the Order was selfish, keeping the Knowledge to themselves. With Knowledge they had power, looking over man scurry around like little ants, knowing that as they pleased they could summon their power to manipulate any situation to their favour.
They looked over the world with the detachment of Gods.
The Knowledge is mankind’s most protected secret. A power, so awesome that only senior members of the Order are allowed access to it. Even so, the Order’s access is limited. It is believed that if a mortal is to view the Knowledge all at once he would consequently become omnipotent, being able to see into the future, manipulate matter, control time… Hence, each senior member is allowed only one or several extracts of the Knowledge, each extract allowing them a special skill.
Coy, smart as he was saw through the Order’s façade, upping his ranks, he quickly moved through the Order’s hierarchy. And at last, after a decade of loyal unfaltering service to the Order, his dedication paid off.
When the Knowledge was placed right before him, Coy executed his plan. His plan was fool-proof, he had planned carefully, day by day since his understanding of the Order. He had looked into the most intricate of details, putting every action into the precision of milliseconds. However, the one variable Coy didn’t take into account was betrayal.
The only other person Coy had entrusted knowledge of his ulterior motive to had betrayed him, swayed by the Order’s promises of higher power.
Nonetheless, Coy escaped the clutches or the Order with his own extract –
The Extract of Immortality.
2
Standing on the rocky plateau, Coy scanned the desolate desert below him through his XJ9-HawkVision binoculars. The desert was unforgiving, the sun stroke Coy’s back with intense fury. To the occasional passerby, this desert was just any other desert, desolate, devoid of life, The Land Mother Nature Forgot. However, Coy knew otherwise, he knew that deep below this seemingly abandoned terrain was the world’s most high-tech gadgets and weaponry. But no ordinary weapons, the institute below them focused on the paranormal, the supernatural, things often heard of but never seen.
Any other individual in Coy’s position would have quickly given up, but Coy was determined.
This was his chance, he would not miss it.
As pearls of salt stung the wounds left by unforgiving rock, Coy’s mind drifted back to the very reason to his uncomfortable position atop this plateau – the phone call.
3
Coy stared dumbfounded as his private cell line rang. Only 3 persons knew about his number- 2 of them were killed in action, the 3rd one disappeared without a trace last week.
Coy answered.
“This is Coy?” the voice spoke
“Yes it is, how did you get this number?”
“Details are not important, what is important is the information I have for you…”
As Coy hung up he could hardly believe the information he had just been told. However, Coy seasoned by many battles was cautious, and practiced proper skepticism. He immediately dispatched one of his agents to check the information’s legitimacy.
It was true.
4
The mirage of Coy’s memories was ripped through by the beeping of his klystron radar. Over the horizon, Coy could see a dust cloud emerging, coming closer and closer. Quickly, he grabbed his Hawkvision binoculars and zoomed in on the target, could it be?
Hurtling at an untold speed was the very person who had betrayed Coy so many years back. From Coy’s inside intelligence he had learnt that his once close comrade was now one of the most senior members of the Order, possessing several extracts, allowing him to travel at incredible speeds and dissipate into matter –
He could take a step into Mona Lisa as if strolling through a park.
Coy shrugged off his surprise, no matter. Regardless of the circumstance Coy was ready, the devilish trap he had set up today made all his previous works seem like child’s play. Had plan Alpha fail, plan Beta would continue, followed by Gamma, Epsilon, Zeta…the list went on. And a cruel lesson learnt from the Order - he worked alone.
Coy readied himself and put his thumb over the ignition button, this was it, this was his chance of a lifetime, and all the years of sweat and tears, all the previous failures and defeats, all of that, would mean nothing, nothing, after this victory.
The target closed into range, any moment now….Three. Two. One.
There was a flash of light and almost every weapon known to mankind was unleashed upon the target in splendid fireworks that lasted for minutes. In sequence, lasers, heat-seaking bullets, missiles, mousetraps all pierced the silence of the desert leaving a dust cloud that touched the heavens.
5
As the dust slowly cleared, Coy removed himself from the protective blanket he had hid himself under. He grabbed his HawkVision binoculars and looked down.
There it was. The Knowledge.
The sensation of victory overwhelmed Coy. The years he had spent hunting down the Knowledge had not been of waste, there, on the ground right below him was, The Knowledge.
Coy calmed himself and rushed down the plateau. This desolate wasteland now appeared as the Garden of Eden and Coy was here to pick its fruit of Wisdom.
Coy grabbed the Knowledge. This is not it.
Darkness.
6
What felt like a giant boulder (it was) had fallen down on Coy. Coy opened his eyes and shouted as the excruciating pain rushed through his body as his limbs continued to be crushed below the gargantuan weight. Coy did not want to get up, he knew that he had failed, that the whole event had yet again been another set up to further crush his will. Coy knew he would survive with the knowledge he attained from his extract, but contemplating his situation he wondered whether his immortality was more of a blessing or a curse.
Wearily, Coy lifted his head, and looked towards the two red specks of the dark silhouette staring down upon him. The figure spoke, mocking, taunting, cursing, “Yes, this was a set up, Coy” , repeating over and over again, the words further crushing Coy’s frail body, each syllable feeling like another tonne added onto his eternal pain.
He knew this was it, he knew it was over. The unmentionable scowls and cursing would not be heard by the young viewers, they would never know the truth; it would all be censored by a simple “Beep! Beep!”, and they would rejoice once again:
Wile E. Coyote failed to catch the Roadrunner.
I know this picture doesn't exactly fit the ending i had described, but while i was writing this essay i didn't have this picture did i?
