Chapter One Essay Chapter 1

Why do we speak of ‘basic” rather than “primitive” religions? We speak of basic religion because basic religion came from prehistory or are practiced in remote places. And elements of the basic religions are found to some degree in all religions. Basic religions represent the majority of the total religious experience of humankind. While primitive religion carries with it connotations of being backward, simple, even childlike. Christian or Muslim or Jew may tend to look down on these religions as being superstitious, uncivilized, or even savage. The term is misleading in suggesting that the religions of those peoples are somehow less complex than the religions of "advanced" societies.

His phone pinged on the bedside table, indicating that he had a text, but he ignored it and flopped onto his immaculate white bed. The sounds of his parents arguing still traveled upstairs and the ringing of the slamming door haunted his ears. However, bad as the distraction was, there was nothing in the world that could have stopped him from falling asleep as soon as he hit the

Long ago, at a small village next to Roc-A-Fella peaks, there lived three young boys. Jermaine, Nas, and Kendrick. Kendrick was a descendant of the lightning district of the village, Nas was born and raised in the fire district, and Jermaine was a simple village boy who grew crops and raised cattle. Ever since the village was established it was divided into four main groups. The fire district, the lightning district, the village folk, and the All Mighty’s. Mostly all lived in peace until one day.

The kitchen was quiet as he opened the door. Through the glass window near the sink, he could see the sun was just starting to rise from behind the once dark horizon. A rooster crowed from outside, signaling the start of the day. A fresh, cool breeze floated in through the open window. On the table was a very small dark wooden bed which had a small heart craved into the centerpiece. It also had a small white mattress, a red and blue sheets, and a beautiful down quilt.

Huntington had been on my wanna see list for awhile now and any excuse to make the drive to Pike County for a weekend is a plus for me. Watching these teams during warm ups, I could tell as could anyone who was watching could tell, that Huntington definitley passed the looks test. The were big, looked strong and was really fast.

Instead, a dark fog filled the room, the lights flickered. He felt his knees give out as he heard the monitor give out a long, monotone blare.

this is a big wip. however, this is the gist. contains: brief mentions of murder, suicide. nothing too heavy.

He was sitting on a worn grey chair, a steady beep filled the room, her cold hand laid in his. Her skin was pale, her eyes fluttered open - just for a second- then they closed again. The beeping starting get louder, it started filling the room, it was pounding in his ears as he yelled and he yelled for someone. Anybody. But nobody came, and then it was too late. She was gone.

Amber started her morning the way she always did. She rolled over in bed to shut off her alarm clock that now shined a red light showing 9:38 a.m. Most would consider this sleeping in, but for Amber it was just another day. She got out of bed, slipped on her slippers and a sweater, and headed out the door to grab her morning coffee from a little shop down the street.

After an entire hour of being asleep at the diner, Lucynell came about from her unconsciousness. She looked around the restaurant and could not see Mr. Shiftlet anywhere in the restaurant. A younger boy approached her and handed her a plate of ham and grits as soon as he saw that she woke up. It had seemed he was waiting all this time for her to finally wake up as he had been staring at her so closely, almost as if he was studying her carefully. However she was extremely hungry and took no mind to it and scarfed down her plate in a matter of minutes with no clue as to what she would do next. She decided it would be best to go find her mother as she was getting awfully scared and missed her very much. Lucynell left the diner and was walking on the side of the road optimistically searching for her mom.

The soft chime of a bell pulled her attention from the window. Namid slowly stirred in the bed, opening her eyes as she stretched. She blinked and reached up to wipe the sleep from her eyes. The sense of uneasiness washed over Inara. It was something she knew well, her sisters fear that she would one day wake up back in her hell. "It's all right Gidget." Inara gently got her sisters attention and smiled. Namid smiled softly in return, a sense of dread lifted as Namid's mind caught up with what was

In that very moment he saw something bright walking toward him. His eyes closed and he used his hands to shield them from the unfamiliar sensation. He yelled at the light to shut itself off. As the light got closer, his eyes adjusted and he was able to look at the light.

The radio emitted some static, then a response of an older man replied,” Xenerai, You are green. There is no movement in this area at the time. What was it exactly that you heard?”

“You ever heard of knocking you fool!!” says Sir Nicholas as he leaped from off the ground dusting himself off. By this time Hilda had slid away to go tend to the kitchen duties before Sir Nicholas could finish their conversation.

Sasuke was ready for them but forget him, his mom came and greeted Hinata before she shut the car door. Neji only wondered about this news. Then remembered he would probably be in charge of telling Hiashi. He welcomed himself in the mansion. Sasuke only walked by.