The Sephim Lord: A Short Story

As a result, the reader then waits for a moral choice to be made by Titus and this choice will be based on the way he was brought up in

William, Rachel’s three year old son is crying standing over her as she is slowly regaining consciousness. Her boyfriend, Daniel, was gone; their bedroom door was left cracked open and Rachel was on the couch in their room. Pained around her neck from where he choked her, she tries to wrap her head around how she got to this point. Why does Daniel hate her? What did she do this time? Can she, should she, just leave with William? Rachel realizes she has to get out of the house before Daniel gets back. When she arrives at her mother’s house, her mom is alarmed. Rachel has bruises around her neck and marks around her hairline. Rachel’s mother tells her “You come here every week and you go back to that monster every week. I see these bruises but you must not feel they are a problem since you keep going back to him.” Rachel’s mom walks out of the room frustrated.

If she had known that Tokola was family, she would have hugged him even harder before she left him. He was her granduncle, a living, breathing relative! She went to sleep that night, trying to think back through the years to all the times Tokola had been at their cabin. It seemed that as she was growing up, he was always around.

Father’s eyes remained fixed on his daughter’s tear trails and bloody bubbling nose. His gaze grew pained and glassy. I know that man. He shook his head of grey hair and came to. The man crouched and calmly stroked Sybil’s brunette curls. How he missed her frizzy halo during dark dawns when she woke.

The large cut on the right side of my forehead had begun to bleed again; my own blood threatening to choke me. “Calm down its ok. You're going through a rough phase that's all. Try to get some rest,” was all the comfort dad could manage before choking up into tears. He turned away as streaks of auburn curls lightly brushed against me, the owner tending to my wound. Rest, he says; not so easy when every time your eyes droop, the dreams begin. They have been getting worse, the closer I become in finding a way to bring her

Claire’s was the first face I saw. Covered in tears, she clutched her mouth with her trembling hand. Next I directed my gaze towards my father, his arms firmly wrapped around my distraught mother. He held her as if he was afraid he would lose her next. The panic on their faces sent my head even further into a spiral. My vision blurred as I fell down a rabbit hole of fear and emotion. Disoriented, I stumbled over my

She still had nightmare about her brother and missed her mother,”This shows the reader that Liesel the main character in the Book

When alone with her children, she began to think of how amazing it would be when she sees her grandchildren being the top ones walking the earth. She imagined how all animals of all around had to beg them for refuge, for they will be the aptest at survival. These thoughts caused the creature great joy as the creature was watching over her children. Then, her mind was abrupted by a howl. She then proceeded to hide her children and see what was it that caused the howling noise. As she expected, it was the wolf. Next, a long stare between the two occurred. Finally, she started

Do you know who the Devil of Ramadi is? The Devil of Ramadi is Chris Kyle a former Navy Seal. Kyle was an elite sniper for the United States Military. He was born and raised in Texas. He joined the military in 1999 and quit in 2009 to be with his family. He joined the military because he thought he was made to do something more with his life. Chris used perseverance, adaptability and bravery to survive being a Navy SEAL.

They started investigating how long, what days, and how often they would hear the screams and cries. Until one day they decided too check out the house that was making all the noise. The old abandoned house. They packed food, flash lights, and their phone just incase they found something weird. When they got too the driveway of the abandoned house they were trying to whisper because if someone or thing was in the house they did not want them to hear their

Liesel noticed the upsetting look on his face. “Max, what’s wrong?” Liesel asked. Max sighed, “I just hard watching that happen.” Max put his head down. “Max.” Liesel hesitated, “Papa and Mama and everybody else died even Rudy, Max everyone is dead!” Liesel sobbed. Max wrapped his arms around her and said, “Liesel calm down, calm down Liesel.” He rubbed her back trying to calm her. When Liesel calmed down she looked up and said, “I’m glad you’re here Max I missed you so much.” Max looked at her and smiled, “We have each other now I’m here for you I promise Liesel I won’t leave

Stopping when he got to Titus, the king looked the young boy for a moment, turned started to walk away. Stopping he looked the boy again. He has seen the young lad scurrying around the cattle from time to time. He recalled, was always on the move looking as if he had some place to go. And, he remembered every time he saw him; he had a smile, and a kind word for anyone he met.

“My mother stood in the shadows of our kitchen, but she didn’t look at me and she didn’t say a word. Uncle took me tightly by the wrist. As he led me from the house, my mother reached out her hand towards me and clawed the air as though trying to pull me back. Then she picked up my little brother and hid behind the door, but I saw her face wither with pain and, in that moment, fear gripped my heart.” (Chapter 1, Page 5 and

However, the staggering sagacity and the manifestation of Ma’at in such an overwhelming way in the life of a peasant seems to inaccurately represent the plight of a Middle Kingdom peasant. Additionally, just as is true in “The Story of Sinuhe,” “The Tale of the Eloquent Peasant” greatly slants the moral righteousness of the king for purpose of glorification, a typical Egyptian motif. “The Story of Sinuhe,” however, offers many more reliable representations of principles of social life in the Middle Kingdom. Through the documentation of Sinuhe’s life and travels throughout the lands surrounding Egypt two fundamental ideas of Egyptian life come to light, the concept that the king represents all importance in Egypt and the notion that being Egyptian is truly the pinnacle of existence. This tale also personifies the trait of a hatred of foreigners in Sinuhe as he constantly claims to have “killed the people in it by my strong arm, my bow, my maneuvers, and my advice” (59). While both of these stories offer information at face value about Middle Kingdom social life, an analysis of the rhetorical slants, inaccuracies, and propaganda used by these Egyptian authors provides valuable enlightenment as well.

As Permilia sat in the school house, she though about her father, which she never does often. Permilia's father past away just days after Permilia's birth. Permilia remembers her mother talking to her about how she had her father's eyes. She only wishes she could meet him. She walks out of school to see Chaitnya sitting on the ground. The other girls have there back to her. Permilia helps Chaitnya to her feet and they start walking home