The only sound that could be heard was Kahuna’s coarse breath cutting through the thick mist and the crumble of rocks giving away where he climbed. This task was nothing compared to the previous battles he fought, but his hands were shaking and cold sweat was running down his back. He had been climbing for an hour, and all he wanted to do was to get down. Kahuna couldn't however. He had to pay his respects. Anyways, he was nearly there.
Come on, this is nothing. What are you doing? Icy needles stabbed into his knuckles as he pulled himself up to the top. He could not afford to stall any longer. Ignoring the pain, Kahuna staggered across the beaten path that had been abandoned for years.
He’d become emotionless and mute since Kui’s death. Akamai tried to talk to him about it, but Kahuna locked him out of his life. He locked everyone out of his life. Kui would be the one to talk to him in times like this. But now -
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Kahuna thought to himself. He won’t think about it. He can’t think about it. He looked up, trying to distract himself.
Kahuna realized he arrived.
He managed to compose himself before stepping toward.
“Hello brother,” he said hoarsely. It’s been a long time since he spoke.
“I’m sorry for not visiting you sooner. Things have been - different since you were gone.”
“The war is over. Kamehameha has all the islands. We’re no longer at war, and everyone is settled back in their homes. I hope you're happy.” He attempted to smile, which hurt. There were few reasons to smile nowadays.
“Well, I just wanted to - to drop by." Kahuna mentally slapped himself.
“I just wanted to say-”
His words got stuck in his throat.
“-to say that-”
He couldn't breathe. The whole world was closing in on him, suffocating him, choking him. He managed to whisper out the next few
During World War I there were a lot of advancements in technology and weaponry that affected the war. The impact of advanced technology it had on World War I was it made the more difficult and dangerous for the soldiers that did most of the fighting. The new technologies that were created during World War I led to trench warfare and also the lack of new skills led to many massive casualties because of the advanced of technology. New technology in the form of machine guns that were rapid-fire artillery that gave a big advantage to any country fighting during World War I. Another technology that made the war even worse for soldiers was mustard gas. This poisonous gas effected both sides of armies because they felt that using mustard gas
December 29, 2013 was the date that I recall when it happened. It was a chilly winter day in Kagawong. I was visiting my grandparents house about a mile from the town on Manitoulin Island in Canada. Ice hung off the tree branches in glistening icicles. Snow, as tall as a mailbox, was piled up on the sides of the roads. I was sitting on the couch writing my novel when my grandpa walked into the room. My grandpa was a tall man with broad shoulders, grey hair, and a black and white beard. He always wears a his brown boots with a t-shirt and jeans. “Hey Riley what are you up too?” he called.
Running his forearm over his face, he staggered to an old oak, sinking down against it. In the space of a day, everything he 'd loved in the world was dead.
As I slowly climb my way to the top of the hill, I look to my side and see the ground below me getting farther away as I make my way up. As I reach the top, thoughts in my head are mixed together; fear, excitement, nervousness. As the car comes to a stop, my heart is in my throat. I look to the front to see that I have reached the peak of the first hill. There was a sudden silence in the cars as everyone gets ready for the adrenaline rush. My stomach turning as I watch the hands of the other riders sway in the air. Then we drop. I felt like I was going to row up. I had never been on something so fast. The car gets faster by the second, the wind blowing through my hair as I go up and down the small
He shut his eyes, panting. He shoved the memory back. He didn’t want it now. Didn’t need any more pain.
But he’d been wrong. Now he couldn’t run even if he had the strength to, and his throat was dry and burned every time he swallowed. He’d screamed himself hoarse not too long ago, and now only bare squeaks could be forced out of him. What if someone came to get him? What if someone came looking for him and he wasn’t able to call out?
Thorough this further oral activity, analyzing one of the NEDA's campaigns, I came to a much greater understanding of eating disorders, especially exercise bulimia and how those issues can be presented to the public eye in order to raise awareness and prevent further problems. NEDA is the national eating disorders association based in US, which is a non-profit organization that helps people fight against different eating disorders and raises awareness. Finding one of their campaigns online, it really caught my attention, which is one of the reasons why I decided to analyze their campaign. Another important reason was having a friend who went through an eating disorder and by who's side I was, meaning that it is a very
Jennifer sat in an Adirondack chair the deck of her and Adam’s fifty-two hundred square foot lakefront home. The sun was slowly dipping into the horizon, casting Coventry Lake in the flat light of dusk. Adam walked onto the deck with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
I was searching through my closet for a nice dress to wear when I heard a knock on my door. I turned around to see my mother leaning in my doorway.
Shortly after the call, they decided to come to me and my friends house. Again, I never considered the fact that wherever Marco goes, so does my sister. My friend answered the door as soon as he heard the knocking. If you were to look outside of the window, you would see a kind and gentle man, and a slightly enraged woman that was around half of his size.
I woke to the hot sun beaming down my face. Slugging out of bed I slipped on my zebra slippers and thought “It’s cold in here.” I started toward the shower and said aloud, “this day will be great.” As I stepped out of the shower; a cold breeze left me shivering and as I rushed to get dressed, the phone rang, Missy I stated, “how are you”? Missy responded, “I’m good.” “hey, can you stop by as soon as possible” I agreed and asked, “is everything ok.” She said yes, but in my mind, I knew she had found out about my secret. I finished getting ready with my heart racing and I walked out the door.
Social development includes the awareness of values, knowledge and skills that will allow a person to interact to others successfully and relate to family, friends and the community in a positive way (Martorell Papalia Feldman, 2013). Psychologist Erick Erikson believes that psychosocial development such as social interaction plays a very important role of a child’s development (Martorell Papalia Feldman, 2013). He is compared frequently to the psychologist Sigmund Freud. They are somewhat the same yet very much different. Freud’s theories are based off of early child development, while Erickson’s beliefs are humans are constantly developing throughout their entire life.
In the middle of the night, he heard a breath. It was not his breath. He realized that wasn’t alone, so he tried to stretch his arm to get the boots, but they weren’t there. In that moment he sat on the bed prepared to fight.
He gasped for breath, his chest on fire. His lungs couldn’t decide to sob or draw breath and tried to do both. He slipped to the floor on his knees, clutching his chest, tears pouring hot and fast down his face.
A thousand words sat jumbled on his tongue. Maybe in some realm of existence he'd find a way to spit a few of them out. Until then, the silence hung heavy.