Essay

“I got up and pretended to study the pictures on the walls like I was a lover of religious art. When I got to the Merciful Mother right above Sinita’s head, I reached in my pocket and pulled out the bottom I’d found on the train. It was sparkly like a diamond and had a little hole in back so you could thread a ribbon through it and wear it like a romantic lady’s choker necklace. It wasn’t something I’d do, but I could see the button would make a good trade with someone inclined in that direction.

He started lathering my beard, but was constantly questioning me about what I’m going to do in the day, and what we soldiers do to the rebels if any were caught. I told him that all rebels deserve to be punished. We both glanced at the clock and noticed that it was two twenty in the afternoon. He realized that the soap on my face was getting dry, which caused him to cover my beard once again. With the chilling thought in my head that this might be my last day to live, I remembered my objective of which was to find out if will kill me or not. Due to this, I must act as if I’m blind to the fact that a potential killer is behind me, and who has the perfect opportunity to slice my neck. I could not see it but I could feel that most of my beard was gone, and only the area under my chin was left. He soon began to grab the appropriate sized shaver to reach the sensitive area which was my neck. Few minutes later, the beard was completely gone and I sat up, looked at the mirror, and rubbed my hands over my new and fresh skin. I went to the hanger for my coat, pistol, and cap, then paid the barber the cost of the

I hung up and rushed to my car with anger filled up inside of me thinking in my head why would he kill his own mother. I banged on Whites door he opened it and I kicked him against the wall. He asked me what I was doing. I screamed "Why did you kill your own mother!?"He punched me in the face and gave me an evil looking smile. " It was necessary." He said. " And now it's your time to die!" He shot me and I managed to get to my car and drive off but at the corner of my eye I saw him laughing and smiling in an evil way like a crazy person.

The rising sun was orient in the blue sky. Dewdrops sparkle in the morning sun. Someone patted me on the back. The man whipped out a knife. He was a fat clumsy and dirty looking man. His hair had been badly cut and the ends were uneven. The sight made me stop dead in my tracks. Fear stole into my heart. He cowed me with his threats. The smell of smoke clung to his clothes.On the one hand, he had pressed and held both my hands. On the other hand, he continually stroked my body. He just bear down on me with all his strength so I was unable to repel and move. The rough cloth pricked my skin.Then I just lost it and started screaming. "Stop it !" I bellowed at him. My word made no impression on him. No one was on the scene at the time. Why he did it? What was his intention in doing that? How could this happen to me? Why should it be me? After that, every step I took sent the pain shooting up my thighs. I could not breathe. As I straightened up, the ache in my back grew worse. I bore the pain without a word of complaint. I thought it would

The arguments I choose to assess for truth and validity will be three statements taken from the Application's list 12.2 (a -y) at the end of Ch. 12, “The Art of Thinking” publication. I will start with the statement (j) the premise that "power must be evil because it can corrupt people." Checking the argument for any hidden premises and ensuring it is stated fully and in a clear concise way is the first step. This argument seems to pass the first hurdle, however after checking for errors affecting truth, the argument has flaws. Beginning with, the part of the argument that says power corrupts people is not true

Sally Dingo the author of Ernie Dingo the King of the Kids, positions us as we read through the book for us to feel almost we had known him all through his life, and that we are like mates toward him. we may feel sympathy for one of their beloved family member dies or admiration for Ernie’s sporting talents in basketball, he was usually called ‘show pony’.

“Attention, soldiers of the Continental army, the patriots of our colonies!” George Washington shouted, drawing attention to himself as he stood. The whispers along with mumbles stopped, every person bringing their attention to the general as he stood from top to bottom as well as proud. “I will explain quickly what the plan of action is before I separate you. One through five-thousand, you will be going with Lafayette, blocking their escape from Yorktown, waiting in the Chesapeake Bay! Alexander, I believe you had something to say to our people of the colonies?”

When we arrived at the light there was a cabin the cabin looked fusty.’’Let’s go inside the cabin’’ I said “Ok” said Randy.When we stepped inside we saw bloop all over the sink,wall,door,and dishes.All of a sudden we heard a machine turn on when we paid attention to the noise it was to saw so when we went to the noise it was a man cutting a man’s body.I went running to the park ranger “It’s everything ok

So I thought there were only two girls that have a hatred for Mr. Body. So maybe I’ll find Mrs. Peacock and Miss.White. Mrs. Peacock is a mysterious woman. She won’t let anyone know her age. Yet she seems very young to be unknown. Don’t even get me started about Miss.White she has a criminal record. She is one of the workers she says she likes her, but I don’t believe it. So I walked to the party room Mrs. Peacock was there so I asked her to come. She was drunk she said, “iheardogfortheninetwo." She was talking gibberish. She made no scene whatsoever. So I found Miss. White so I could ask her what she thought. She said that she had no Idea but I had an itch she was lying. So I went to the Observatory to see if Mrs. Peacock was there. So she said that she did it so I went down and apologized to Miss. White for accusing her. She said it's fine, she understood. The cops arrived to take the body. The cops said they have found fingerprints. The cops said he was killed by a gun. I was shocked. I rushed to the scene. They were Miss.Whites fingerprints. That liar. She was gone, she was no where to be found. The cops went on a hunt for

The man’s insane eyes stare us down from the crack of the door. I can detect his wrinkles turning up, showing that he is smiling at us. My brother and I lay limp on the floor; pretending that we are weak. My stomach churns as I consider about what they are going to do now. The metal door slams open and a sea of white suited soldiers come at us. Each of the soldiers forcefully yanks us up and locks our hands behind our back. My mind snapped and in an instant, I turned around and tackled the soldier holding my hands. I aimed for his neck, and bit down as vigorously as I could. I felt his blood enter me; it tasted sweet and it energize me. I bite down more harder, until I heard the cracking of his cervical. He lets out a sharp, piercing

As I start to wake up I realize, I’m no longer in the poker room at the royal casino. I have no idea how I got here, or why but it doesn’t feel welcoming. Suddenly I realize I’m not alone, “your death will be slow, but if you tell me a story ill make it painless” said a deep macho voice from behind me. Anxiously I start to think, this isn’t a game I normally play but who am I to argue, I’m tied on a chair with nothing to defend myself. I start to look around the room for inspiration, anything to give me an idea of a story for this crazy kidnaper. It’s a cold, dark room, smells damp and slightly musty, nothing inspiring there. I can see the light through a small window in the wall in front of me, it lights up nothing but this person walking back and forth calmly, patiently like the psychopaths in horror movies walk, he is tapping something on the floor as he walks its shape is similar to a baseball bat. “Tell me a story, or you will regret it!” He yells impatiently. Right, whether I tell him a story or

“Alright sir, 1...2...3!” I said as I swiftly ripped off the electrodes on his now, not so hairy chest. The patient quickly brushed off his pained expression as his wife breaks out in a laugh and I try to stifle a grin. He groans saying, “you two are enjoying this aren’t you?” and proceeds to make a joke about how I must be mad at some boy by the way I’m torturing him. Laughing, I assured him that it was over now and to let me know if he needed anything else. I then drew the curtains to allow them privacy, and proceeded to the next patient.

The paper on my lips was replaced by skin, and his hands only pulled me closer. We toppled onto the bed and my legs and arms splayed atop him in places I did not tell them to go. He whispered I was beautiful and I only smiled in return before we rolled over and I saw it. I saw the smirk. I felt my shirt being tugged and unbuttoned and pulled from beneath me. His hand touched my thigh and I held my breath. I held my breath and dug into my purse with one hand, fingers wrapping around a blade before he bent his head back down to mine. And so my hand moved in response.

The illness had taken everything from them, their homes and families no one knows the cure or the reason it came. The blamed it on witches and burned some of the women, but that only spread the disease by air. Children were forced out of town with masks full of natural herbs and flowers. The children made groups that would fight and try to be the biggest. Some of the groups were violent, while others tried to help. Club Warlock, is the most violent and horrible group. Steve, Richard, George, and Erin were Club Wave and created many things including shelter for other clubs.

“With the loss of such a large chunk of the world population, militaries returned to slash and burn methods as they retreated, further damaging the environment. And, the loss of population also meant a decline of workers, which had a devastating domino effect on industry and those manufacturers that supplied the war machines. This resulted in rapidly failing economies throughout the world which then ultimately birthed the complete shutdown of governments, and politicians turning their backs on their own people as they went into hiding.