Essay About Chapter 2

"That's the hell of a big club the gut must've used to hit poor Patrick," one of them was saying. "The doc says his skull was smashed all to pieces just like from a sledgehammer."

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.

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“To hell with you.” Greg said grabbing a branch twice the size of Sam’s smashing it on Charles left arm. It ripped most of the sleeve off

“No!” John screams. The man holding the knife brushes it ever so slightly on John’s neck, breaking skin. Dark blood trickles down from the cut. I glare into the man’s eyes.

I mean it when I say I believe in HER, but what I’m really scared of, is letting her down because I know she is a better dancer than me.

“You stabbed yourself?” Jonathan asked. Sock had already pridefully shown him his gaping, endlessly bleeding stab wound he had received. He had also explained exactly how he had obtained it, but hadn’t ever told him why, exactly, he had decided to take his life.

But it's not easy. The arm becomes lead while an underground river of moods and recent memories flows to the edge of the skin.

Stepping outside, the group is taken by surprise by six guards surrounding the entrance. Everyone tenses up in preparation to defend themselves except for Selison. Seeing that their backs are facing the group, he holds his hand out to calm allies down.

“We can’t let the people know of this attack,” Queen Elara hisses. “Our people can’t know that the Scarlet Guard is getting stronger with each passing day and that they have reached the palace walls. We cannot let Reds have faith that they will ever be equals with Silvers.”

“You see, Phillip, there are these spots on the body that if you grip them just right, you can inflict vast amounts of pain on a person and usually they’ll comply with whatever you want in order to get you to stop.”

“Actually… He kind of is,” I responded. “He had a pretty bad cut on his side, but he stitched it up.”

She was intent on her path and hadn’t seen him. Hans pulled back into the side of the cliff wall where the tunnel to the Great Hall had been laid open. He timed his entrance back into the caverns with the shutting-off of his shield and prepared to assault the woman by hand. He’d not risk an exchange of null energy, but the risk of hand-to-hand was certainly just as fatal. He’d have one chance at landing a single blow to take her alive. If she made it past him and deeper into the complex, she would be killed by gate defences.

“ Is there a reason you came in here,” he asked me with a crooked smile. I hesitated, wondering if I should ask him or if asking him would be a selfish act.

Sophia could see the look in his eyes. He was daring her to say that it wouldn’t, but he assumed that it would be a lie. He was just like all the other men that Sophia had met. He only cared about himself and what he would look like with Sophia on his arm, there was no room for