Dull Knife Fight

me to fight, to pass his knowledge of battle onto me. However, his efforts were in vain. I was not born with the strength or skill of a warrior. I was slim, and meek. I never spoke out of term and always did my best to keep to the background. At the age of eight, I had grown taller than the other children. But my skinny arms did very little for me in ways of strength. I was not fast, nor agile. In the summer, we would race down

Another Classroom The walls made of cinder blocks are painted in a color that was once meant to be white, but now they are a grimy gray due to too many years of being neglected. Posters are decorations used as a last minute attempt to distract from the institutionalized feeling of being trapped in a room for an hour and a half. The posters dress in colors far too happy to be associated with school, each one with bubble letter fonts making empty promises about the joys of learning. Two dry erase

to handle this?" Dean asked. "We need to draw him outside then put him out of his misery," I surmised. "Why didn 't we kill him right before he turned?" "I didn 't want the mess inside the humvee," I explained. "Good thinking Hank," Dean agreed. A dull thud sounded from inside the vehicle. It was Davis pawing at the window as he became aware of us. The man 's eyes were almost completely white at this point. Moaning softly he clawed at the glass in an attempt to reach us. "Interesting," I softly

Cain whom killed his brother Abel. Beowulf was the one warrior who was able to stop Grendel. Beowulf travels to Grendel’s lair in the marsh with some of his finest soldiers. When Beowulf and his men met Grendel the weapons of Beowulf’s army became dull from a spell. The weapons could not scratch the skin of Grendel. Beowulf used the faith from God to defeat Grendel without the use of weapons. Beowulf was able to hold onto Grendel’s arms until they were ripped off. Beowulf put his life at risk by

night it felt as if we were walking with the moon. It followed us under thick clouds and waited for us at the other end of dark forest paths. It would disappear with sunrise but return again, hovering on our path, the next night. Its brightness became dull as nights passed. Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them. Under these stars and sky I used to hear stories, but now it seemed as if it was the sky that was telling us

The Cheyenne Indian Tribe The Cheyenne Indians are a very significant tribe. Their way of life is so interesting and unique. They lived all across the midwest of the United States. The Cheyenne’s didn’t travel as one collective group, they were split into two groups that ranged across the Great Plains in what is now South Dakota, Wyoming, Nebraska, Colorado, and Kansas. The US government forced the Cheyennes to move to Oklahoma during the 1800's, but some escaped and fled north into Montana. Today

that Australia was also at war. The declaration of war saw Australians respond to another world conflict. On this occasion, Australia itself would be under the threat of attack. World War II would not only require young men to travel overseas and fight but it also significantly impacted the lives of Australian women. The contribution Australian women made towards the war effort and their roles on the Homefront and overseas was a vital part of Australian History. Australian women had a range of duties

I haven’t seen you much.” He smiled. “I think I’ve fallen victim to the same problem.” “How are you? How do you like training? Are you ready for tonight? You know I’ll always protect you, I’m by your side in every fight.” “Of course.” I beamed at him. “Everything is great.” Large metal containers holding steaming food were being passed around the hunters. A large drum was placed at the edge of the stone, a hunter banging against its top to create a steady sound.

didn’t I build a better house? Well, first of all, I am too lazy as it takes too much time, and second of all, I just don’t feel like it. How did I get rich? Well, in high school junior years, I was what you called a delinquent kid that always got into fights. That time, I was a somewhat

Within the threaded binding of the novel, The Hummingbird, author, Stephen Kiernan, states: “Mortality is life’s way of teaching us how to love.” This quote stands as the core of this compelling bildungsroman. Being known for using the setting of death and war in his previous titles such as “The Curiosity”, “American Patriotism”, and “Last Rights” Keirnan is specifically expansive with the relationship between life and death. He divides this novel into two different narratives: one, the the story