Dialectical Journal Of Jesus

December 14, 1924 was a bright, beautiful winter morning, the sky a vibrant blue without a cloud roaming around. The previous night, a heavy snowfall had powdered and blanketed the ground. Children all around town were enjoying playing, skipping, and laughing in the city of Paris, France.

“Would it be scarier if I told you that I would kill you or just hurt you really bad?”

The beast limped towards me, its eyes glowing red like the color of my blood, adrenaline pumps quickly throughout my body, it charges, hooves clacking along the cold dirt floor, its shaggy fur dripping with warm crimson blood. My breath is fast as I leap towards it, dagger raised. It punctures the soft skin, tearing the flesh of its bony chest. I follow the pattern; leap, stab, tear, duck, roll, aim for thigh and roll again. It howls in rage and leaps at me, its claws outstretched, I hold out my blade as it crashes into it, the knife reaching its' now motionless heart. Another comes at me, wanting to seek revenge for its fallen brother. It roars, spikes flaring in and out of

The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 1:07 AM before her rancid hands gripped my mouth shut. She dug her nails into my chest, muffling my plait of agony with her other hand.

“This is the moment between before and after, the pivot point upon which story, like a plate, spins.” “pg.1” Jude hasn’t been the same since his little sister, Lily, drowned seven years ago when she was four. Jude was supposed to be watching her, but he was playing his videogames. He found her at the bottom. Since the accident, he keeps more to himself, he doesn’t tell a lot of people his feelings and he doesn’t let people into his heart. His mom has been a wreck but his father has picked himself up a bit and goes running to clear his head.

Samael's eyes too filled with tears, but they weren't tears of sadness or even pain, but of joy. He smiled widely, a trembling hand lifting to gently caress Amaimon's cheek, brushing away his own tears. He knew it must have surprised his brother, especially considering the way he cried so suddenly. He could see an immeasurable amount of guilt in his mate's gaze and he knew it tore him asunder. It hurt, it did, but it didn't matter, being with Amaimon like this mattered. Over The last few months together Samael had learned once again how to read his brother's emotions easily and he knew just by looking up at him and that guilt that just as he had the earth King had imagined this. He'd thought of this too, but slower, gently, just like the time

I agreed, Michal raised the same question you have posited. However, I think I get it wrong them. To be fair is confusing to me as well. "ALL" doesn't make sense because we have 13 warehouses and approximately half captured in this report, therefore, the term "ALL" might be a bit dicing. Hang in there, I'm hoping to get back to you before the close of today with more definite answers. Thanks and sorry Michal

Reading Chapter 16-22 made me look at Tomi differently. The war forced Tomi to become a man at an early age. The responsibility of the father and grandpa was forced upon him after both of them were taken away to prison camps. Tomi had to maintain the chickens and the family katana. Responsibility at a young age is nothing new to me as well; I am the second to the youngest child in the family. By the time I got to fourth grade all my older siblings left to America to pursue their education, leaving me to watch my younger brother and do all the chores at the house because the youngest was not at age to assist me.

There are three snakes, two copperheads and a timber rattler, squirming around in the plastic bin. Her brother knows snakes because he liked to catch them when he was a kid, and he’d told her that if you wanted to keep them still, the best way to go about it was to keep them in a sack or a pillowcase. The Preacher liked them riled up though—made the act look more impressive.

I didn't think anyone would like that last chapter, but I guess I was proved wrong. I'll continue to write more strange plots, every so often. A big 'Thank You' to all of my followers, favoriters, and reviewers;) This chapter was very fun and entertaining to write. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 A young woman appears out of nowhere and quickly catches up to another who's dashing along a moonlit lane. "Are we late?" She asks as she falls into step besides the older woman. "No not yet, but we need to hurry, we don't have much time." "Follow me," the older woman replies, and her dark cloak billows about casting shadows on the high stone walls that border the lane. They walked side by side in silence for a long ways and then through a set of huge iron gates swung opened before them and onto a narrow driveway. A manor house grew out of the darkness at the end of the straight drive, lights glinting in the windows. Gravel crackled beneath their feet as speeding toward the front door, which swung inward at their approach, though

In high school, I struggled with both math and physics. Between the two, physics was more challenging for me than math. When my father realized I was failing both subjects (with flying colors) he immediately hired a tutor for me. Prior to getting help, I spent a lot of time in circles trying to figure out one question after another. For some reason I could not get the hang of physics. I started to feel embarrassed about not know how to solve my math and physics problems when I realized that one of my closest girlfriend was doing well in both subjects. After taking a quiz, I would hide my grade from my classmates because I was so embarrassed about it. When my father received my first quarter report card he was very disappointed

I do not consider myself to be anybody’s best friend. While I do have many friends that I consider myself to be close with (and I’d like to believe they opposite is true), the school year has just started and many friendships that existed last year may or may not fade away as time passes by. This is because friendships are mainly built on conversations shared daily, whether they be in the classroom or outside on social media. Even if one person is reluctant to hold a conversation, then the bonds of friendship will slowly and steadily break apart due to the lack of sustained interaction on a daily basis. Communication is paramount to ensuring that a relationship is maintained. In my case, I do not believe I interact with anyone on a daily basis enough to be considered “best friends.” Sure, I would consider many people I’m acquainted with good friends, but that is the extent of our friendship. On the other hand, I have several good friends because we have relatively good chemistry. Successful interaction with one another has led to a mutual desire to sustain our friendships.

As one of the most important apostles of Jesus, I find it fitting to tell his story as did Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. I am a fisherman from Galilee and became well known as a leader in the group of disciples (Browning 219). I had great respect for Jesus and wished to honor his wishes thoroughly. My first interaction with Jesus came from when I was fishing with my brother Andrew. I remember his words “Follow me, and I will make you fish for people” (Matthew 4:19). Of course, we had heard the story of Jesus, but did not truly understand. I remember Andrew rushing over to me to inform me that he had seen the Messiah. I was in shock. Andrew and I were just poor fishermen, with very little on the line, and in all honesty, looking for something more. When this so-called Messiah had come to us, I knew it would be something important, so Andrew and I rushed to join him. It wasn’t just us that Jesus had called however. He also brought James and his brother John, who had even left their family to join. Jesus’ fame grew quickly, but everyone knew he would be special from the beginning.

Jesus gives a sermon saving the blameless and forgiving the sinful. He ensures that if you keep your faith your current circumstances will be blessed. During the speech according to Matthew, Jesus blesses those who are facing hardship by restore hope in their hearts. However, according to Luke, Jesus is preaching to the same people facing hardship but he reaches out to the sinful with a series of woes. The woes mainly focuses on the hypocrites, the hateful, and adulterers. While both Matthew and Luke sat for the same sermon they both read Jesus’s speech differently. Luke’s view point gave more detail and gave his audience a better understanding of the text.