Hope Dialectical Journal

Jessime said nothing as he heeded his masters commands. The boy climbed to his feet, a little wobbly at first but he regained his stance. As his master walked to the well, Jessime moved through the front entrance to get to the hog. He prepared the pig for them to eat again by stripping the left over meat and dropping it in the second well bucket that was left by the fire over night. Next the boy proceeded to grab his shirt and unstitch his other shirt sleeve, now he had a sleeveless shirt, perfect for the dry climate. After he carefully removed the thread from his shirt he grabbed a wood splinter and refined it with his dagger making a makeshift needle. Jessime grabbed the hog hide near by and began to diligently sew it into a hide sack. After

Kayla- The morning of April 19, 1775 , Britain’s General Gage would send out squadrons of British soldiers stationed in Boston .

4. She went into the store and she didn’t find anything she wanted to buy.

PER REPORTER: The reporter said today Adien spoke with his teacher and wrote her a about his grandfather (Roger) verbally abusing him. According to Adien, every other day his grandfather calls him “dumb ass and shit for brain”, and he said he does not feel good about the way Roger treats him. He said just yesterday while he was at home in the kitchen his Roger threatened to push him onto the bed and break the bed. Adien said he does not know if his grandmother heard his grandfather threaten him due to her being near by. However, he said he does not think his grandmother is aware of the way Roger treats him. He said Roger does not treat the other children in the home like he treats him and he does not understand why Roger treats him bad. Adien

Seaspray splashes onto his cheeks, glistening under the moonlight. Water pools around his ankles as waves ebb back and forth over the rough shore. It's early in the summer—the dreaded Japanese humidity is not yet at its peak—but the monsoon season has begun. So far, this year's summer rain, the everlasting tsuyu, is the same as it's always been.

A lithe form slinked through the pristine snow, her paws going numb from the constant unbridling unsuccessful search of prey. Being an experienced hunter now, PigeonEye knew that this was no small dilemma, but an ominous sign. She and a hunting party of three warriors had been sent out to hunt hours ago, and yet still, the terrain seemed barren, devoid of a stable amount of prey to feed their clan. The she-cat shivered and paused for a moment to survey they area, her fellow clan-mates halted and watched her with weary appearances, each thin and poignant. PigeonEye ignored them, an unshattered defiance and determination to serve her clan burning within her. If they did not bring back food when they returned, why return anyway. She was willing to die for her clan, even if she would die for a cause that might be remembered as pitiful foolhardy stubbornness.

The second some portion of this book is more centered around how Augusts cherished one feel about him and with him. I welcome the writer for taking from August family and companions point of view since it will help perusers comprehend the story better with more noteworthy profundity and feeling. For example, just August's family can catch superior to anything anybody what he needs to experience. A decent illustration of would be that they generally guard August against open and never dither. To me, creator's message was excessively mindful individuals of how little acknowledgment we have, and how little we bargain? I trust that on the off chance that it was my kin in August spot I would act likewise to August's kin and folks. It is just characteristic that we think more about our blood relations than whatever other relationship.

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

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.

In the book, All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr, Doerr changes the narration of the book by interchanging the two characters’ perspectives. I think that the narration change between the two characters made the book more intriguing to read. One example of when the story was more intriguing was in chapter eight where Marie-Laure was hiding from the German soldiers who had been searching the house for a couple of days. This part was really intense because the soldiers wouldn’t leave until they walked away with what they wanted. The next section went on to tell the story about Werner and his mission in Saint-Malo. Werner’s interruption made the story more suspenseful because I had to wait a couple of chapters before finding

You had never thought of yourself as an object, nor did you ever truly think of yourself as human being. You were simple existed with no real meaning. If you thought about it deep enough, you might conclude it was for your sister, the leader of some gang in the midst of some unknown town on the east coast of the US. You remember the nights she crawled into your bed when her night terrors became too much and you missed the warmth of her slipping her arm around you as she cried into your back. You wondered how she would be getting along without you now, considering she gave you up.

Before me loomed the old observatory which would be our home for the next year. Its walls were an expanse of red brick stacked on red brick, contrasting the two white front doors and the white domed tower. It sat atop Henrick Cliff with large fields sloping down from the front of the house. The tower could be seen rising from the back of the house, with the cliffs edge and sea beyond that. The observatory looked like a forgotten castle, waiting for the next rulers to occupy it.

Author’s Note- Hey guys thanks for sticking around for chapter two! Okay so first of all beatzlc and anyone else who was wondering, the gang is in 10th grade or sophomore in HIgh School. Anyway I’m going to get on with the chapter and sorry I just got home from a baseball game and I just ate dinner so this chapter will probably be short since I want to bring this story up on Tuesdays, Thursday, and Saturdays! Now that I got that schedule for three days in the week I can stick to that! Oh. and don’t worry about my other fanfictions I am working on that and trying to bring some one-shots up but I am loaded with school and you might have to wait for that but let’s get to the chapter!

If you read the diary of a high school girl, what could you learn about her? The name of her best friend, what kind of a person she is, and maybe even signs of troubles deeper than the bad grade she got on her last chemistry exam would pop out at you. She probably would not explicitly state these things, either—they would become apparent simply by looking at how often her best friend’s name appeared within the pages, how she interacted with the people around her, and how she described her thoughts and feelings. Seeing things directly from her perspective would give you a unique look at who she was as a person, what her relationships with other people were like, and what her take on events was, all without ever being told what they were like

King Alexandros was overthrown from his palace and his position as king by the great monster and his gang. King Alexandros decided to take matters in his own hands. When it was night he slowly crept towards his palace (which was now the monster’s) and slid in through the window. The monster was fast asleep. King Alexandros knew this was his chance so he took out his sharpest sword and pierced the monster right in the head as hard as he could. But to his surprise the monster didn’t take any damage, not even a small cut. But he had woken up the