Kallau Dialectical Journal

"Noooooo." He says sleepy from a pile of blankets and pillows, he picks up a pillow and hits her with it before sitting up. "Why, Ky. Why." He says glaring at his older sister.

1. I would put myself in the place of the man on the horse he looks like he could be the leader, so the leader.

The underworld seemed to be getting colder and I couldn’t tell if it was because I’d fled the room that was lit or because Hades’s heart had been nearly ripped out. I was weeping pretty hard by now, feeling awfully betrayed and as lonely as my injurer. I felt my way around in the darkness for a while, thankful to the slight bluish glow that seemed to at least partially lighten ones way down in the underworld.

ME) Paul now you have all of the necessary information to you along your journey. It will not be an overnight fix, However if you stay committed to steps we both agreed on you will be just fine.

The chapter continues with the two boys, Tom and Huck, carefully walking through the path. They walk past the kitchen, where they try to avoid Jim, Miss. Watson’s slave. Jim hears them and comes to investigate. The two boys are hiding, while Jim comes close to them, but doesn’t see them. Jim decides to stay in that position until he hears the noise again. While Huck is debating whether he should scratch his nose, Jim falls asleep. Tom tells Huck about Jim, that he is respected by the other slaves, for going against the devil. But Jim had begun to become cocky for seeing the devil and fighting the witches.

Crane’s approach to writing about the war was fresh because, of the fact that we were basically inside the heads of one of the soldiers(henry). We could feel how he felt and we knew his fears. Besides that Crane was blunt about how disorganized the war was.

Emelie squealed sheepishly, and she quickly shoved her books into her bag and slammed her locker shut.

Okuyasu can relate to your fear, understanding what being on-guard 24/7 feels like. Nonetheless, he’d be crushed, wanting to show you how damn much he adores you. Internally, he’d be a wreck; he’s worry that he’s too gruff, or too scary, or just too... Okuyasu. It would absolutely break him. Still, he’d set his own feelings aside to focus on you, and improving your relationship together. He’d share his experiences about his own family with you, happy that you’d be able to identify with him, even if it’s over something so somber. Expect him to try to touch you more, getting you familiar to his affection, assuring that he’d never harm you.

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.

I didn't think anyone would like that last chapter, but I guess I was proved wrong. I'll continue to write more strange plots, every so often. A big 'Thank You' to all of my followers, favoriters, and reviewers;) This chapter was very fun and entertaining to write. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 A young woman appears out of nowhere and quickly catches up to another who's dashing along a moonlit lane. "Are we late?" She asks as she falls into step besides the older woman. "No not yet, but we need to hurry, we don't have much time." "Follow me," the older woman replies, and her dark cloak billows about casting shadows on the high stone walls that border the lane. They walked side by side in silence for a long ways and then through a set of huge iron gates swung opened before them and onto a narrow driveway. A manor house grew out of the darkness at the end of the straight drive, lights glinting in the windows. Gravel crackled beneath their feet as speeding toward the front door, which swung inward at their approach, though

“I’ll still reward you.” Malessica said. “It’s something my family does, you’ll get a reward sometime.”

1-5. there was a great cry of the people. . . against their brethren--Such a crisis in the condition of the Jews in Jerusalem--fatigued with hard labor and harassed by the machinations of restless enemies, the majority of them poor, and the bright visions which hope had painted of pure happiness on their return to the land of their fathers being unrealized--must have been very trying to their faith and patience. But, in addition to these vexatious oppressions, many began to sink under a new and more grievous evil. The poor made loud complaints against the rich for taking advantage of their necessities, and grinding them by usurious exactions. Many of them had, in consequence of these oppressions, been driven to such extremities that they had to mortgage their lands and houses to enable them to pay the

“Oh nothing.” She says with a mischievous grin and extends her arm to stretch my face. “It’s just that this face wants me to torture you! Haha!”

Her father cleared his throat. “No, no. Not at all. Perfectly all right. I understand your curiosity. Indeed, I applaud it.”