Jessime Dialectical Journal

The creaking of the wagon and steady clip-clop clip-clop rhythm of the horse's pacing gait relax Gaedbre; his mind wandering peacefully over the natural beauty around him. Every now and then he issued a "tsk tsk" or "hup!, Falhofnir, hup!" to keep the horse moving along. Falhofnir was a large sorrel draft horse with flaxen mane and tail, white blaze, socks and feathering. He and Gulfaxi, his twin brother, were a matched pair who usually worked as a team, but this was a one horse job.

Chapter 8 Protagonist/s: Marie-Laure LeBlanc/ Werner Pfennig Antagonist/s: Germans Time: 9th August 1944 Summary: Allied artillery begins shelling Saint-Malo again. Von Rumpel becomes delirious from his illness and attempts to search the house once again.

1. They decided to create a union together. 2. The little girl was abducted brutally.

1. Pheoby's moral code is differs from the towns, because Pheoby is best friends with Janie, Pheoby doesn't see Janie as Mrs. Joe Starks like the rest of the town. As Janie is walking through town, the ladies on Pheoby's porch make snide comments about Janie's, “blue overhalls” (2), and questions, “ Where she [leave] dat young lad of a boy she went off her with” (2). While Pheoby decides to ignore their comments, and check on Janie. I believe Pheoby's code is 'truly moral' because, she doesn't judge Janie and her choices like the rest of the town.

Chapter 1: The hitch-hiker stood up and looked across through the windows. “Could ya give me a lift, mister? The driver looked quickly back at the restaurant for a second. Didn’ you see the No Riders sticker on the win’shield? Sure—I seen it. But sometimes a guy’ll be a good guy even if some rich bastard makes him carry a sticker.” The driver, getting slowly into the truck, considered the parts of this answer. If he refused now, not only was he not a good guy, but he was forced to carry a sticker, was not allowed to have company. If he took in the hitch-hiker he was automatically a good guy and also he was not one whom any rich bastard could kick around. He knew he was being trapped, but he couldn’t see a way out. And he wanted to be a good guy. He glanced again at the restaurant. “Scrunch down on the running board till we get around the bend,” he said. (1. pg 7) Tom Joad has recently been released from prison after serving a term for manslaughter (killing another man in fight). He earned early release for good behavior, and now he is hitchhiking his way home. His family, not one for letter writing, is unaware of his return. As Tom travels the hot and dusty road, his feet become sore and blistered from the new shoes that were given to him on his release from prison. He is anxious to get home, to see how much has changed in the four years

It's mid-June and Tom Joad is released from a state penitentiary from being incarcerated for four years. It was a case of manslaughter convictions. What he doesn't know is that the once crop filled town is now the lurid town with his family's farm and the crops are completely destroyed. A coalition of dark clouds and harsh thunder makes a visit every night, deteriorating the town.

“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.

The soldiers were right behind her. Wheezing, she could barely hold the infant who was safely cradled in her arms and scurry at the same time. “This way, the tracks are fresh!!” Nanette had barely enough time to think when a soldier knocked her down right on her face. It took her every effort not to yelp after hearing a crack from her nose. She couldn’t move, her legs had snapped. A faint cry could be heard from a distance. The child had fallen. Suddenly Nanette found herself un-able to move at all, too much blood was oozing onto the dry ground. This was all happening so fast. She closed her eyes tightly fully aware of what was next. A skinny soldier slid off his horse with ease, showing no sign of emotion and was followed by what looked to

Cendi's sharp eyes spotted the wayfarers despite their attempts to camouflage themselves, unfortunately they also spotted her and one of their number, a giant by the looks of it, stepped out into the open and pointed at her. A creature the likes of which Cendi had never seen before, bounded out of the trees and looked up at her, it was a mottled reddish color, with a round squat body, the head of the beast was wide and seemed to be mostly made up of an oversized mouth filled with triangle shaped teeth with serrated edges. Long, razor sharp claws adorned its front paws and most alarming of all was the four furry wings on its back, it leap into the air and flapped them furiously as it headed toward her.

1.) The ending did not surprise me; I think it may have if we hadn’t discussed it in class. I think I would have been very surprised and confused, if I hadn’t known the ending prior to reading it.

John boarded the dark blue freighter with Conner his best friend. John sat down in his and Connor's bunk bed in the freighters quarters. Conner said “ you should always check your back and don’t trust everything you hear”. Conner had short brown hair and his skin was dark while John was medium height with golden long hair but everyone on the boat wore the same army gear, green bulletproof vests and helmet. The only thing that they shared in common other than their uniforms was both of their voices were deep and masculine. As the hours passed John started to recount the years of that horrible war. It started in the year of 1939 when the nazi’s

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 homesteads were sparse in these parts, and Devon’s home was about as remote as it could be. His parents had always assured him that living in the countryside was the good life, and that they preferred the quietness to the bright lights and rackets of town centers and cities. But lately Devon had become obsessed with the idea of leaving the village for the excitement of the capital. When not on excavations, his father often spent time working in a research facility in Tridentport. And when he was home, he told stories, thus planting seeds of

I exhale a long, frustrated sigh as I look around the old, battered up, brown and decaying café. It was amidst the start of the French Revolution, and circumstances were heating up. Everyone were in a small groups chattering away at nothing in particular as I stand at the slightly raised platform, waiting for the last few representatives to come. I, Pascal Beaumont, was the organizer of the raid that will be held at the Bastille, in Paris, on July 14, 1789. Tomorrow was July 14, 1789, the big day. Such an evil thing to do, some might think, but not in my situation. I was thirsty for revenge, for the blood that belonged to the royalty, for death. That rascal, King Louis XVI would pay for the lives he took from the peasants. They would never

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!