It is ten o'clock or so when i saw the clock that's what it looked like and on a saturday night like this I couldn't bear going to sleep as early as that. The moment I heard the banging on my window I could only Danny wilson begging for money. I rolled up the unscreened window to find a drunken Danny Wilson. “Danny you look terrible” I said he replied with “I need a favor from you Gary” he mumbled, “ I need you to hold onto my book my parents are trying to sell it and my grandfather left it to me when he passed” I agreed to keep the book safe and he stumbled off into the warm summer night. He never seemed to be someone that had any sentimental items or have attachments it was very peculiar of him. On my suspicion I opened the book and flipped pages only to find a blood stained knife. I ran in the direction he had been off to but he had already got into his mother's hardly running gremlin but since I was able to make my own money I had
SCP 049 is sitting with his back against the wall, having difficulty reading since his containment chamber is too dim to see the words on the book. He sighs and sets the book down on the ground. He gazes outside his cell window and observes the male scientist sitting in a chair next to a desk working. Maybe if I get his attention we can have an intelligent conversation thought SCP 049.
Page 1: The day was boring. Other than a snack of carrots, there had been no excitement for Agu Gugu. He wanted to just play with toys in his room, but even that did not seem to be an option. Opening the door to his room, Gugu 's mother looked back at him.
Jacob opened his eyes. He looked around him inside the cryo chamber as his eyes were still adjusting to the bright lights from the ceiling. The loud, monotone loudspeaker blared, “All humans from Section 5 report to the recycling chamber!” The cryo chambers opened up and the people from Section 5 detached from their places.
k. Outside the winter storm was picking up. Pedestrians were scampering like frightened puppies for shelter against the clutches of the swiftly falling snow powder. He took his reading glasses off, and then set them down carefully next to his manuscript. He eyed it a moment, and then cupped his chin with the palm of his hands. “I don’t fancy the ending much,” he complained to himself.
[C]Aaaaaaa here's my UF thing after 1000000000000 years. Probably not good but I don't really care. [C].·:*¨¨*:·.☆.·:*¨¨ *:·.
Yuki stared at the skies as she looked bored at the Gates. Yes she was condemned by the gods for a crime she did in her life. So for her punishment she had ended up as a guard for the Gate. These gates once opened are forbidden worlds. People often seek these worlds wishing to start anew in life without their memories.
“I stood petrified. What had happened to me? My father had just been struck, in front of me, and I had not even blinked.” (Wiesel 39) In chapter 3 it’s discussing how what happened and what has changed as Elie and his father had been going through the process of selection.
Chapter four Journal In this chapter, the author looks at hermeneutics in a much broader sense, which is much less exact than the exegesis tool. The author again reminds readers that “a text cannot mean what it never could have meant for its original readers or hearers” (Fee and Stuart, 77). That is why the exegesis must come first. So in summary, the basic rule is not to be used alone, but it can always inform the reader as to what a passage cannot mean.
Three men stood, huddling together on the blazing hot afternoon. They whispered amongst themselves, the discussion bouncing back and forth, debating over a certain topic— revolution. Boxes and crates of resources and weaponry from the French and Indian War surrounded them, covering them from the view of passing citizens of Boston. The cover also served another purpose. A spy by the name of Quintus Kelsey was hidden behind them, listening in on the men’s conversation.
“I’m so excited!” Charlie exclaimed as packed his bags. “I think we all are” mom said with loving eyes. The Winston family was preparing for their trip to Japan. The whole family was too excited to hold in their excitement including Scarlett.
Porthos wasn 't sure how he was meant to feel. He thought that once he knew his father 's identity he 'd be at peace. But as he rode away from the Marquis de Belgard 's estate, Porthos felt as if he would never rest. There was a part of him that wished he had never found out about Belgard. And another part of him couldn 't help but wish de Foix was his father, as he had first thought.
While reading this story I could only think one thing ‘how could anybody do such things to a child?’ I don’t understand how difficult would be to go through the things Celie has, and continues to go through. How uneasy she must have felt it anytime her bedroom door squeaked opened and in walked the man who should have protected her, that instead brutally forced her to do things way beyond her age. This story is set in a time when such cruel diabolical behavior was normal makes me glad that times have changed. Nothing Celie’s father did is agreeable in any way.
These days, the country air whistled a song of madness. It was in the way the clay-feather birds feasted upon their offspring. It was in the way a honey-bark tree sets itself ablaze, destroying along with itself, the forest. And so, the Revolutionaries seeing themselves in that nature become inspired.
Grade 7 ELA Dialectical Journal Name: Gloria Parra-Diaz The Outsiders Chapters: _______________ Directions: Complete this reader response log while reading The Outsiders (both in class and while you read independently). This format will guide you through the reading & thinking process to help develop your ideas and express them on paper so that you can better participate in the discussion board with your team. Big Idea: Societal structure has the power to promote or limit freedom, choice, and desire.
Dialectical Journal Entry #1 A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini Passage: “But I’m a different breed of man, Mariam. Where I come from, one wrong look, one improper word, and blood is spilled. Where I come from, a woman’s face is her husband’s business only. I want you to remember that.