Mafro Dialectical Journal

    In this chapter Steven woke up extra early for some reason in this interminable  world and slow walked to the basement to get some drum practice. When Jeffrey, his little brother, snuck up behind him. Jeffery asked for some moatmeal- oatmeal- also saying his parts hurt. Apparently he had been saying that for a while now. Steven and Jeffrey went to get the oatmeal and Jeffery sat on a stool. When Steven turned around Jeffery fell of the stool and hurt his nose. Jeffrey cried a lot. Their parents came down and interrogated them. Jeffery was sent to the emergency room, while Seven and his dad went to school and work.

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

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.

This letter was inscripted on the back of one of the last postcards that McCandless ever sent. McCandless explains that he is now going to hike into the Alaskan wilderness, which means he won’t be able to contact anyone anymore. As the reader knows McCandless’s eventual fate, this letter seems ironic in the way that he writes. McCandless mentions that this will be the very last type of communication, insinuating that even when he were to finally hike out of the wilderness there would still be no communication. He even goes further to mention that it was great knowing them, which is usually said before a person is about to die. McCandless could not have been positive that he was going to die in Alaska because he didn’t necessarily plan anything,

Tim “O” Brien has felt a lot of shame telling this story and it wasn't easy for him to relieve some of the pressure. “My mother and father were having lunch out in the kitchen. I remember opening the letter, scanning the first few lines, feeling the blood go thick behind my eyes. I remember a sound in my head. It wasn't thinking, just a silent howl.” (p2/4) Tim has gotten a letter to fight a war that the us didn't understand and that he didn't like so he feels like he's too good for war, and feels the blood behind his eyes go thick. He couldn't, couldn't go to war.

Since the beginning of the film, we witnessed Bahar's unhappiness. However, in my opinion when Bahar covered Isa's eyes while he was driving the motorcycle, I sided with him when he got mad at her for the reason that it could have been a fatality for both of them. Nevertheless, after that scene, I could observe how unhappy Bahar was that I felt compunctious for her. Additionally, I realized that after Bahar and Isa broke up, Isa felt lonely and unhappy that he took the decision to find Bahar. However, when she appeared again in the film, we could notice that she was smiling for the first until she realized of Isa's presence. Therefore, I could say that Bahar was happier without Isa in her life. Nonetheless, she was still in love with

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

Saturday morning Danny unexpectedly threw me for a loop when he announced that we would ride on horseback to Monteverde. Much to my displeasure and chagrin, I had to get on a horse. He gave us the option to take the bus that was also taking our luggage, but when I looked around and saw no one else taking the offer, I decided to not take the bus on the less traveled and let me tell you, it made all the difference. By the end of our excursion on the horses, my butt was killing me. It made my highly justified reason to hate horses and the riding of them, a little more

Yuuko was walking around this place. She had brought Maru and Moro with her. She had realized there was no coincidences or happenstance just the inevitable so she had thought it was inevitable that she had came here. Yuuko had wondered what Watanuki was doing at this moment, since he was becoming important to her. Yuuko was thinking making another shop in this place since she would be here for many years to come. [i]I wonder if Kimihiro is doing okay at this moment, but I don't think Hiwatari is necessarily his lady luck at all. He needs to stay with Doumeki[/i] Yuuko thought.

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

Moving swiftly through the trees, Cobyn followed a mental map he had of the surrounding area.  He and his family had traveled from the Marshlands before. It had been the place he had been born. The Unknown had driven them out though, leaving their city to burn. Cobyn's infant sister, Aleen. Aleen, had been lost that day, as had so many other Keddish people.  The moon shone down from above, like a silver sun lighting his path. Creatures moved, fast and flitting through the trees as Cobyn walked, keeping a quick pace. He could hear the crunching of the leaves under his bare feet, and occasionally the moonlight would catch the hilt of the sword making it shine. Cobyn hurried. The armies would not clash for many days, having

1. Something that is ironic about Jack’s knowledge of German is that he, as a person who should be acknowledged of the language, can barely pronounce a word. As a Hitler expert, Jack, the narrator of the book, should at least be able to speak German quite fluently since he has been doing research of the language for a few years. It is also ironic because he even hires an individual who is fluent with the language to teach him even though, as a Hitler expert, he should be doing so.

My old journal got taken away when I got locked up in this box. All I get is a bible. The bible looks like its been handed out before to others that have passed in this God forsaken rat hole… I can’t keep my sanity much longer. I’m losing it! All I get is a little pea size hole that gives off some light, if that. Most of the time it’s filled with mud. I have come to believe that the mud is from the vehicles moving outside. It splashes up onto the wall. Sometimes worms will inch their way in the hole and that’s the only meal that has any personal delight. The taste of some what warm meal…

“The best measure of a spiritual life is not its ecstasies but its obedience.” – Oswald Chambers

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