God Mr Fisnik Analysis

"It is with considerable difficulty that I remember the original era of my being; all the events of that period appear confused and indistinct. A strange multiplicity of sensations seized me, and I saw, felt, heard, and smelt at the same time; and it was, indeed, a long time before I learned to distinguish between the operations of my various senses. By degrees, I remember, a stronger light pressed upon my nerves, so that I was obliged to shut my eyes. Darkness then came over me and troubled me, but hardly had I felt this when, by opening my eyes, as I now suppose, the light

Atet’s body rested a few yards away from me growing colder, she hadn’t lasted long once the guards had sealed the door. I almost smiled when I heard her take that final gasp for air, her worn soul finally at rest. Being a slave, she likely hadn’t eaten well in days, but I suppose that only shortened her anguish. My eyes finally began to adjust to the harshly darkened room and I could make out her crumpled figure sprawled along the ground, I realised that it would only be a matter of hours before I would join her. My own violent coughing interrupted my thoughts; with my head pounding I notice something wet splattered on my hands. With the pain in the back of my skull came the numb realisation that I will join Atet, sooner than I had imagined. I ran my hands along the wall I leant

Probably the main reason i wrote this is because this was the first essay i ever made.

My mind was going one thousand miles per hour, those words haunting my head. Hot tears flowed down my face as the words sunk in. I slumped in my seat feeling exhausted and too cold for this warm house. My father’s arms reached for me, trying to comfort me. He wouldn’t understand the mental loss that was turning into physical pain. My chest heaved for air, trying to get this drowning feeling out of these thoughts that envelope me bringing a soft cloak of anxiety. “Not again, please.”

Shawn Pogatchnik shows how important the fact that so many migrants are trying to flee to Germany and other EU countries by using statistics. Pogatchnik states that the EU countries “...has seen more than 332,000 migrants enter so far this year.” He also says that Germany “...is expecting to take in 800,000 migrants in this year.” When people read the article, they realize that what is going on must be bad enough for hundreds of thousands of people to want to flee their own country to enter another European country.

1. “I no longer thought God was the creeks rising from the wood floor. I knew God was found in prayer, not in the sudden closing of the hallways door just as you stepped from the bathroom. But when I was a boy with squares of black space instead of baby teeth when the door closed with a sigh, I thought, that God. God made that happen.” (Page 2)

“Get out of the way!” I yelled, tugging at her sleeve. She shook me off and looked at me once again. I could feel her eyes burning on me, making me sit down. I sat criss-crossed, waiting for the wolves to come at me. I survived a bombing, and I will now die from a hungry pack of wolves. I shut my eyes tight, waiting for them to attack. I waited, and waited, and waited.

I had watched Leisel over the last few years. She had grown both physically and emotionally. She had made new friends, like Rudy and Papa. Leisel had even learned to read. When I saw those planes flying in I knew that the person I had watched would never be the same. The bombs dropped, and I took the souls of her most beloved friends, family, and even her enemies. The only soul I didn’t take on Himmel Street was Leisel’s. I had to watch her fragile heart be broken into more and more pieces with the more and more bodies she found. The sky was black. I delivered the souls and though on the terrible tragedy I had seen. I see these aweful things every day, but for some reason I could not stop thinking about this one. The bombing of Himmel Street

I would shut my eyes because I knew what was coming. And before I shut my eyes, I held my breath, like a swimmer ready to dive into a deep ocean. I could never watch when his hands came toward me; I only patiently waited for the harsh sound of the strike. I would always remember his eyes right before I closed my own: pupils wide with rage, cold, and dark eyebrows clenched with hate. When it finally came, I never knew which fist hit me first, or which blow sent me to my knees because I could not bring myself to open my eyes. They were closed because I didn’t want to see what he had promised he would never do again. In the darkness of my mind, I could escape to a paradise where he would never reach me. I would find again the haven where I

Samuel gazed pensively at Lelia, her soft, slate-blue eyes appeared dreamier than usual when she gazed up at him. With his heart beating faster than usual, Sam thought he felt Lelia faintly trembling. Taking a step back so he could study her intently, he tried to sound convincing when he whispered: “Hey, come on now, it’ll be okay.” He wiggled from one foot to the other.

Scuttling innocently through the twisting corridors I bore the same expression; head down, shoulders hunched, avoiding any eye contact - my desperate attempts to deter the despot for one day at least. Despite my efforts, there was no escape, as seemingly within the second of having that naively optimistic thought, a cruel, callous voice demanded I surrender my broach. Fear spiked, as it always did, but with it came something else, an alien emotion ... Looking back now, I see that it must have been the cumulative effect of months of torment that brought me to the realisation that at this point I had reached the nadir of my life. Deriding cackles pierced my ears and this time I recognised the emotion, fury. It burned through my veins, along with the memories of the past to form a feeling of overwhelming power. I met the daggers that would usually invoke terror, and calmly, I said “No.”

However, tonight was slightly different there was a feeling of emptiness within me that only jasper could fill, but he was know where to be seen. As I walked towards the smooth grey eucalyptus that presided over the small dam on the far side, I peered into the broad hallow space at its base where I knew Jasper stayed. But there was no sign of jasper or even the slightest amount of evidence that he had been here. I felt my body shatter for what felt like the millionth time tonight as the tears started to fall down my cheeks, I didn’t know how much more I could take before I simply couldn’t handle this anymore. As I sat slumped along the water’s edge with my head on my knees, I felt betrayed and heartbroken. Jasper Jones was really gone, he had left me and gone to the city by himself, a plan that we were meant to do together. I was distressed, filled with anger and heartbreak. He had broken his promise. But the truth is what hurt me the most, I thought he loved me, I thought what we had was real, but I was wrong. Tonight was going to be the night I tell him everything, the night I was going to beg him to leave with me. Because I was in trouble. I couldn’t do this alone. I needed him more than ever but he wasn’t there. As these thoughts kept running through my head I begin to write it down. One way or another

One thousand years later, his proof is still a powerful argument against the plague of atheism. With it, we can turn the tables on physicists, biologists, chemists, and psychologists. We can fall asleep at night knowing in our soul that God does indeed exist. We can use the scientist’s weapons of logic and rhetoric to injure that scientist’s theories.

Christopher jumped back frightened. She screamed, fighting back, the trail of blood following her. He closed his eyes, and tried to imagine happiness which was hard for him when the only happiness he had was being taken away. That was the last time he had ever seen his mother. He looked down opening his hands, there laying a piece of bread on his palm. The bread she had stolen, he thought. His eyes widened, he quickly clenched the bread in hands before being seen.

The deep red blood coiled through my hands like snakes, ever changing, ever flowing. The crimson drops soon fell between the fingers and puddled together on the floor. She was no more. Many a times had I imagined this situation, however, I never imagined myself truly doing it. However, no amount of remorse or regret can bring the lifeless chunk of flesh lying at my feet back to life. Her eyes were still open in shock and awe, and her cold, stale face was still distorted into the grotesque image of fear, a mask she never thought she would be wearing in her single last experience.