Jihana Viara Short Story

She was beaten, shackled and “was wet with the dew of all the men who had covered her before” him(4). He quickly recognizes her because his mother is also an Ila woman. He takes care of her — washing her disarrayed body, starting a fire for warmth and protection, and hunting for food. He also believed in fasting for ten consecutive days as a way of a spiritual cure those who are suffering, “in this way the spirit of the dead one grows weak, finally it lets go and journeys to the land of the soul” (5). He grew weak, yet still taking care of her. They began to love one another, and did not want to be apart. Taking her first steps, she ventured to short travels, but was not ready for a lonesome journey. With each trial, the journey becomes a little farther. Twelve days later, she was gone. He holds himself back from calling her name aloud to take her back forever. He continues on with his journey to the village, hunting for food as he returns to the village not

The gods saw their love and turned the young couple into mountains in Mexico, Popocatepetl watching over Iztaccihuatl who is referred to as the sleeping woman. Popocatepetl's love her Iztaccihuatl was just so passionate that he ignited a flame in the ground.

Tituba was Parris ' slave woman from Barbados. She went with the girls into the forest

She put in on her wrist because she admitted to cutting her wrist. She also has one on her side that says, "You make me beautiful. " In 2011, she admitted she has a bipolar disorder. She is four years sober.

Rufioh Nitram, what a guy. Standing at 6'3", with broad shoulders and plenty of body art, he was pretty attractive, he'd been told. He'd also been told that he looked like his father and, even he would say, he looked like his father.

My name is Sonia Singh and I am a first-year psychology student at Guelph-Humber. My email is regarding the personalized hoodies that are going to be distributed to students apart of the psych society. I had not been able to attend the previous meetings but I was told to sign up for a personalized hoodie and I would like to know where I could sign up. Thank you.

"Puana attacked Clarke" Roan randomly brung up. He had forgotten to tell Lexa about it and it was his duty to tell her everything that happened during his time with Clarke.

He sighed internally with relief at their luck-filled timing; unable to translate the slur of words, but with time, coming to terms as his hearing improved. Darbai then began to nod to the female's words. Navigating in a fading sheet of fog, he'd plop himself in an incalculable measure from the Medic, but close enough to transmit clear vocables as he'd listen. "Thank ya'," he'd mumble during her pause. "Yes, okay, an' thank ye' Miss..." Darbai pauses with the pinch of his eyes to match the string of unique vocals with a name. Unable to register it, he'd simply wait

For now, all she could do was hear. The King was opening the tent flaps and stepping into HER space.

Enya Tamura, was known as a hero to the common people,always offering food and provisions to the poor and when nobility started to act out of hand she burn a hole in there plans. She was a light in the dark land of Igesia.Yet..she felt satisfied with her efforts but in her own personal life..she had no one to talk to..no one to rely on..besides.."Enya.."Her thoughts came to an abrupt stop as turned to her second in command Demos.Demos was in his usual clad of black leather and his twin blades on his back,his silky black hair swaying to the side,as he gave her a brief smile as he wrapped his arms around her waist"Enya..How long has it been since I've been able to hold you like this..?"He mumbled in her ear as he kissed the tip causing her to

Her long, blonde braid slapped her back in rhythm with her leather boots as they hit the chalk covered sidewalk, raising dust with every step. A couple of ice dealers on the corner watched her pass with keen interest until they saw the sigil tattooed on her cheek. Then they looked away.

In chapter ten, Sharru Nada who is a merchant prince of Babylon, he was traveling with Hadan Gula who is the Grand son of Arad Gula who is Sharru’s partner. Sharru wanted to do something for his grandson, but it is difficult because of his age. He wanted to give him the start that he had when he was young, Hadan had spent money like nothing, he had worn the finest robes and the best jewelry, He explains that neither him or his father had the gift to collect gold from Babylon. Sharru explained that he once was a slave, he said he killed his friend in a fight and how he lost everything and sold as a slave, he kept getting sold to different people as time went on. The next time Sharru met Arad he was a free man, Sharru was depressed think if he

What one would consider to be a stroll in the park, could be another person’s nightmare. Tay Masanga grew up poor in Zimbabwe, but made his way into the corporate world and doing well by studying hard and finishing school with his Bachelors in Economics. He faced some hard times in his life with the death of his wife and twin daughter which led to his travels to America. Tay knows all too well the nightmare he faced the moment he stepped off the plane in the U.S. in May 1999, making this his first of many disappointments. He waited for six or more hours at the airport for the designated person to pick him up. He was in a strange place, surrounded by strangers, hungry, afraid to step away even to use the bathroom in case he missed them; what had promised to be the start of the best part of his life started off on a sour note.

Sadarian Lathar: a kind, intelligent, and incredibly curious, yet clueless, girl, who just wants to see what the world has to offer. Salevadon Carnigan: a controlling, cruel, barley splicing girl who never knew when enough was enough. Two incredibly different people with extremely different personalities in one, small body.

Tal looked back at him, suddenly lucid, “I wasn’t planning on it,” unzipped the front of her suit and stepped out, buck naked, exposing the skin underneath, which was in turn covered with the swirling mass of constantly changing black symbols she’d just setup. Even the bouncer was stunned, as she handed him the invitation, and then her suit to the coat check girl, before stepping back into her black boots, and joining the party.