“Thank you,” Kurapika whispered, and Leorio could almost see the invisible weight he’d been carrying around his neck lift, somewhat. “Seriously, Leorio. Thank you so much. But I’m still paying for you this. I can’t not, in good conscience.” Leorio waved him off. “Do me a favor, yea?” Kurapika blinked. “Y-yes?” “Eat your salmon, okay? It’s not good to waste food.” Kurapika glanced, startled, down at his plate, where a perfectly grilled piece of salmon rested on a bed of rice pilaf, steamed veggies nestled beside it. He honestly couldn’t remember when was the last time he’d eaten; these days, he rarely felt very hungry. “And you think I sound like a mom,” Kurapika grumbled, but he picked up his fork and began to eat anyway; the fish was lukewarm now, but it was so good, and Kurapika surprised himself by wolfing the whole thing down. Leorio had to resist the urge to glance over his shoulder every five minutes, Kurapika’s presence like an itch he couldn’t quite reach, too unfamiliar for him to ignore. …show more content…
No doubt he’d get used to it, but as they stepped out of the buzzing restaurant and back onto the wharf, plank boards creaking underfoot, a full moon hanging high overhead and the sound of the sea all around, Leorio couldn’t help feeling strangely nervous ― nervous, and hyper-aware of the fact that Kurapika was strolling just a few steps behind and to the side of
Erykah stared at the old cottage with a catatonic glaze in her eye from the backseat of a cab car. It’s been raining all morning and the usually sandy trail was now muddled and she was really dreading lugging her suitcase all the way to the house. This used to be her piece of paradise but she knew this summer it would definitely be more of a prison, a place shes been exiled to while the papers are finalized.
You smile wide, sure that he would see your confession as something positive, sure that the feelings are reciprocated. You love him and you’re almost certain he loves you too, however the dark look on his face says otherwise. You want to ask him if he’s alright, but before you could say anything, he sighs, rolling his eyes in the process.
Lenina was always concerned about the reason why John never wanted to have sex with her. When John was on the savage reservation, he was furious due to the situation that he was living; his mother was a prostitute and he could not do anything to stop it.
As Oekeke awoke, he shifted in his bed with a pain coming from his chest. It wasn’t a pain that made you clench up and scream, he knew from that moment something was very wrong. He tried to open his at last, from when he awoke his eyes were still weary but it seemed as though he was stuck in time. His heart pumped faster and his mind was propelling from left to right to across the back and back. All he could think of was his family, but with such confusion he could hardly focus on the realty of his situation. It was a sensation he’d never felt ever before, and as he saw his life flash by him he knew the only thing he could do was to wait it out. The old man finally grasped control of his life covered in sweat and disorientation. He asked
Kilcoyne was uncertain. She knew today was the day she had to ask him for he would slip from her grasp forever. Dirge was quite older than her, 5 years, to be exact, and she felt as if he had only seen her as a child. She had tried many things to impress him, pinning her hair in a new updo, wearing skimpy dresses that hugged her figure, or cracking mature jokes. But she felt like a baby trying to seduce an old man.
Yuya’s eyes stared down at the floor, feeling utterly defeated. His fist clenched in anger and disappointment, as he heard Monokuma declare him guilty. He was ashamed of himself for stooping so low and actually killing one of his classmates. Yuya looked back up, a soft smile clearly being shown on his face. The corner of his eyes began to tear up as he whispered out, “I’m sorry everyone...” He could feel his legs shaking, as his cries grew louder, and he was scared of what was to come next.
The pain in Vera's voice was so raw that Karishma felt its phantom limbs crushing her heart too. She longed to go to the other girl and hug her or put a hand on her shoulder or *anything* to show her that she wasn't alone. But then she walked away, leaving the clearing without a backward glance.
The moon shone clear in the night sky not a cloud in sight. The moon was so bright that it shone straight through the bramble roof of the nursery creating a faint glow.
Kairi kept looking at Tsuna with a look that meant she wasn’t going to budge. The boy relented to her stare. “Fine, but only in the neighborhood.”
Kurapika wasn’t prepared for how cold and lonely this room would feel without Leorio. The silence, coupled with the sudden solitude, was just a little too much, too soon after tonight’s emotional blow-out.
Jinki woke up with his phone vibrating under his back. The gloomy morning too cold for someone to be calling him. As he checked the screen, he groaned at the name flashing green.
This research paper is about one aspect of the ancient world that I have analyzed and the topic that I have done this research on is the Assyrian Army. I will give a detailed analysis with precise and concise information with well presented information with credible claims to support my paper and my thesis statement that “.The Assyrian Army was the most organized Army in the Ancient near east; they conquered the Dark Age era with their tactical and physical nature of militant system which makes them the best army of all time”. The Worldview connection is that the Assyrian was into terror and believed that they were immortal which shows how brutal they were. The Assyrians not only viewed themselves as a great army but had a worldview that was set as the foundation of western civilization which was more polytheistic.
at the feast the next day something freaky happened - all the sudden Tupa started shaking horribly he had been out of the water and dead for 3 days .then he grow legs and arms mako was going crazy he didn't know what to do. he saw a man where Tupa had been it was - mako's dad. mako gasped “son !” screamed grandad. “I thought that you died ?” asked grandad . “grandad you didn't know our families are gods and goddesses so is mako.” said mako's dad . just then -makos grandad had a heart attack. mako's mom rushed over to him and put her hands on his heart suddenly makos grandad shot back to
Gakupo and Jia stared at each other, the same expression mirrored on the other's face as their child wailed before them. Armin needed them, begging to be held but neither felt worthy.
I believe most terrorist target the weak. Terrorists select targets from depending upon how they understand their environment. They study these four things: the purpose (terrorist objectives), the means (terrorist methods), the focus (terrorist targets), and the outcome (is terrorism effectiveness). Objectives are defined as steps its takes anyone to reach a goal. Terrorist only have five different objectives. They want to change the existing order, psychological disruption, social disruption, or to publicize the cause. The most lasting objective is psychological disruption because it almost works like post-traumatic stress disorder (e.g. Americans anxiety of the Islam religion). Terrorism means is powered by technology, communication, and