The Runaway Dialectical Journal

Bird with the broken wing. - the bird was flying in circles, representing Edna’s thoughts in her ind swirling and her dwelling on trying to escape but not being able to.

There are multiple details that stood out as particularly true to life in my view. One was the nariartator that it is telling the story/ his view point main character mentions what check out aisle number. It mentions how the three girls looked. The character payed attention to how the girl that seem to be the leader was walking saying “she came down a little hard on her heels, as if she didn’t walk in her bare feet much” this quote helps you picture how the person and might help picture what the girl was walking like. He gave details to where he was and what he was doing when the three girls was doing. He mentions that “I’m in the third check-out slot with my back to the door so that I didn’t see them until they had reach the bread” this helps the reader to set up an mental image of the store as they are reading.

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.

Catch-22 by Joseph Keller is a story set during the second half of World War II, revealing the lives of soldiers, the dilemmas of war and the paradoxes made to keep men in war by country leaders. The main character, John Yossarian is a US Air Force bombardier who has a strong desire to stay out of war, but unfortunately is unable to because of the standards set by the government, increasing the number of missions a soldier had to fly before he could leave. His squadron is stationed on the island of Pianosa, near the Mediterranean Sea. The main paradox was that if a man proved his insanity, he would have to fly his missions in order to prove his insanity, yet if he were sane, he would still stay in war and fly. Either way, all soldiers, sane or not, had to stay.

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!

In high school, I struggled with both math and physics. Between the two, physics was more challenging for me than math. When my father realized I was failing both subjects (with flying colors) he immediately hired a tutor for me. Prior to getting help, I spent a lot of time in circles trying to figure out one question after another. For some reason I could not get the hang of physics. I started to feel embarrassed about not know how to solve my math and physics problems when I realized that one of my closest girlfriend was doing well in both subjects. After taking a quiz, I would hide my grade from my classmates because I was so embarrassed about it. When my father received my first quarter report card he was very disappointed

Lionel held up his hand. “We’ve had enough, thank you. But if you’d be so kind, please pack that up and the extras. I’ll stop by the kitchens later to retrieve the leftovers. However, I will accept that pitcher of mead.”

Astrid hesitated. The darkness still made it hard to see clearly, but I could see her worried expression. “Hiccup… are you sure?”

As I went over to the whiskey bottles, I saw Bill, John, and Leo were holding a conversation. Pouring a shot

"Can I get another?" Dan asked the bartender, holding his empty bottle in front of him. She nodded and disappeared into the crowd of bartenders serving people.

“Alright!” the first guard said while cleaning his hands, “I don’t know about you but I am going to get some ale”

“What’s the matter?” asked Alder, his keen ears noting the moist separation of her lips

"Oh, no. I don't want to be drunk before the night is half over. Let's talk for a bit." Sherlock rolled his eyes, glancing at John, this was going to take a while.

It wasn't something new, to feel fear and pleasure in the same breath. It was a fresh new stitch to her personality. A continuous and unwanted reaction to painful

Percival tripped on the way to retrieve his drink, but stopped his fall by bracing his hands against the counter. “That’s mine. Thanks.”