Prologue To Montague Alternate Ending

The light hurt Wolfgang’s eyes as he open his eyes and looked up into the sky.His eyes strained because he remembers everything, the beating and his experience at Auschwitz.

Montag and the gang reach the ruins of the city that they once called home. Montag says “This is all that is left of our world now, we must make our own existence.” As he pronounces his leadership of the clan he hears a familiar voice. “Guy!” cries Mildred as she climbs into the arms of the man she onced loved with all her heart. “Mildred, I thought you were dead. I thought the atomic bomb killed you!” Granger asks politely, “Who is this woman and what does she have to do with you?” Montag responds “Her name is Mildred Montag and she is my wife.” Granger puts his hand out as a show of respect and she shakes it firmly. “Ok, Mildred here comes the hard part are you going to accept the fact that books are going to help us rebuild this city?” Mildred responds “Yes, I do think that books will help us rebuild the city.”

Sleepless nights were Everette’s cup of tea since his parents murder. He obtained three jobs in the course of five years: murdering other people's list of victims, taking care of children in a hospital, and researching on finding who the people were responsible for his parents deaths. The last job, being the one he worked his hardest on. Sure, he worked hard killing for money and healing for children and their parents, but he wanted nothing more than to find and kill the ones who murdered his parents and vowed to find them before he lost his own life. The tall male would search far and wide within ranges, contacting people and connecting to find the murderers. Calling in South Carolina, someone tipped him off, giving him a little information that they did know. They didn’t give much, but it was enough for him to get a lead.

Nick sat on one of the benches in the train station. It was black and it was warm from the sun. Nick sat waiting for his 7:03 train to Michigan. Nick told himself that going back to the place of his past would make his anxiety and fear all better.

By mid-morning the next day, Tizbeth stood on the edge of the very unimpressive field. The grass was green. The well was there. Had she been walking with Ovalles she wouldn’t have given

A few weeks later, Tizbeth sat in the lady’s room, working on her embroidery with a dozen or so ladies. She had never done. Needlework was pointless when magic would put any image on it a skilled work could dream up but it was working with her hands and she had skill at it. Sometimes she missed her forge, but the ladies where here.

pleasure and I finally discovered the reason why my heart beat so fast and hurt so much when she wasn’t beside me.

God’s expelling of these demons into a “thousand forms of evil” could be what scientist today would call the “warrior gene;” that is, an explanation of how evil is genetically based on from generation to generation.

     Fate, for better or worse, interrupts everyone’s daily life, whether he/she chooses to acknowledge it or not. Thinking about fate conjures up different feelings for different people; some people believe strongly in it, some people think of fate as ridiculous, and some do not care one way or the other. However, in many instances, such as in William Shakespeare’s The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, far too many coincidences occur to be strictly coincidental. Fate creates a powerful effect throughout the entire play, starting in the prologue, continuing as Romeo and Juliet meet and fall in love, and tragically ending in the lovers’ deaths.

In this assignment I will be explaining three different approaches to health education. I will also be giving examples of each approach being used and lastly I will also be explaining the role of the health educators in these approaches. The three approaches I will be talking about are as follows; social marketing approach, two way communication and community development approach.

Most people across the world have heard of the Oreo Cookie and have their own way they think the cookie should be eaten. Whether a person is a one bite at a time, dunked in milk, twisted apart, or the whole thing at once kind of person, the consensus is that people everywhere love to indulge in these cookies. After the New York Biscuit Company and the American Biscuit and Manufacturing Company merged in the late 1800’s, the company became known as the National Biscuit Company. In 1971, the National Biscuit Company began to call themselves Nabisco and in the year 2000, Nabisco and the company known as Kraft merged. Through the years, the Oreo has seen some changes, not so much in the shape or design of the cookie, but in the flavors offered. Such flavors now include Double Stuff, Fudge covered, the color of the crème for the different holidays, and Birthday Cake just to name a few. Since the creation of the Oreo Cookie, the Nabisco company has sold over 300 billion Oreo’s, which makes them the number one selling cookie in the United States (Rosenberg, 2016). Since Nabisco is the largest producer of snack cookies and crackers in the world and contributes thirty percent or more to Kraft’s yearly revenue. Therefore, they are considered the strongest anchor Kraft has in its entire company of operations. The Oreo Cookie is a good addition to the product portfolio of the Nabisco/Kraft company as this cookie is a dominant product in the United States and

Do you remember what I told you that night? That if I hadn’t seen the doctor pull Amir out of my wife, I’d never believe that he is my son? Well, that thought had been crossing my mind a lot these past weeks. Just yesterday, I took him out to watch the yearly Buzkashi tournament. Before we had left, I had sensed a sign of discontent from Amir, but I shrugged it off as if he were tired. Buzkashi was Afghanistan’s passion. It was not possible that an Afghan was not interested. While we sat in the upper bleachers, Amir often looked confused or bored. He would look up at the chapandaz then back down at his fingers. I had told him the sight of a book at the Buzkashi was unbearable, and that he could last a few hours without burying his face in one. Although his eyes were on the horses, I knew by his gaze he knew next to nothing about Bazkashi. So I decided to point out my long time favourite chapandaz, Henry Kissinger. Before Amir had time to respond, I saw his eyes dart to the far end of the stadium. A chapandaz fell off his saddle and was crushed under the hooves of the horses. Slowly, Amir’s face changed from shock to mournful. How is it that this is my son? This rather quiet, bookish, feminine

I was as frightened a mouse, we would get in deep trouble if we were caught looking for Atticus. I said looking at the jail house, “That’s funny, jail doesn’t have an outside light”. When were drawing closer we saw Atticus reading a newspaper on a chair. Scout made started running toward Atticus but I stopped him. I said, “We may not disturb him, he may not like it. Let's go home, I just wanted to see where he was.” I was happy that Atticus was safe but we needed to get back home so no one would find out about this.

Nevertheless, Tacitus also wrote after the time of Augustus at the end of the first century AD, however unlike other sources he conveys a very bias perspective on Augustus and his rule. This may be due to the change that Augustus made to the government, especially when the empire was left to be run by power hungry successors after Augustus’s death. This in hand would of left Tacitus blaming Augustus as he was the first roman emperor, leaving Tacitus to experience tyranny, corruption and decadence which may explain his bitter and ironic political analysis. This is also seen as his writings are filled with snide remarks (innuendo) of Augustus and essentially how he created corruption, governmental scandal and innocent people being destroyed because of his lust for power. Overall, these three sources are equally biased because they were all issued after Augustus’s reign yet still show a depiction of Augustus which is an opposing view to that found in other sources, as all three of the primary sources believed that an emperor

Emma Bertrand pressed a hand against the churning in her stomach and forced herself to move—one foot in front of the other. As silent as possible, she crept along the dark hallway toward her mother’s bedchamber. Her father said the sickroom was no place for a twelve-year-old girl, but she had to know for certain if her suspicions were true.