Unlike the younger hunter, Phenix was old enough to control his high metabolism, to pace the rate at which his body burned through fuel, but after the change, he too needed to eat.
Finishing the last piece of a Snicker's bar, Phenix stowed the wrapper in his pocket and strapped on his helmet. One of the next best things to flying was straddling a badass, hyper-bike. It’s raw, its real, and it’s visceral. The guttural roars of the motorbikes as Phenix and Jonas started them up soon settled to a long, low purr. Phenix took the point, heading out of the scenic area. He preferred this method of transport, reveling in covering the quarter-mile in seconds, the adrenaline buzz of carving a line through tight bends, the wind rushing past as he opened
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Dressed in pitch-dark leathers riding the mirror coated matte spark black bikes caused a stir of curiosity. Phenix cut through an alleyway and rode past the teahouse, heading to the backyard. He rolled the bike into a shed and parked it. Seconds later, Jonas did the …show more content…
People were already busy in the kitchen, leaving the air redolent with the smells of vegetables and meat cooking over grills and gas fires.
With helmet in hand, the wide-shouldered hunter fell in beside him. “Bro, that's a sweet ride, man.” Jonas ran a free hand through his hair and sniffed, causing his stomach to grumble its appreciation. “Ah, foods ready… still prefer a Harley to the Kawasaki Ninja.” Jonas shot back with a smirk.
A wall of noise, hit Phenix as he stepped inside the bustling kitchen. Gas cookers roared, food hissed when tossed in heated woks, the clang of spatulas, ladles, and strainers competed with the singsong voices rebounding in the room. And, a fusion of sweet, sour, salty and spicy aromas sent his taste buds into overdrive.
Jonas set his helmet on a side-table near the door and rubbing his hands together, he clapped Phenix’s shoulder. “Hope they’ve got plenty of supplies because I’m starving.” Not missing a beat in his stride, Jonas scooped up a bowl and ladle and began attacking platters of steaming
In The Giver, a narrative by Lois Lowry, Jonas’s father illustrates his feelings during his Ceremony of Twelve and Jonas tells about his own feelings concerning the forthcoming event. In the text it states, “‘But to be honest, Jonas,’ his father said, ‘for me there was not the element of suspense that there is with your ceremony. Because I was already fairly certain of what my Assignment was to be,’”(Lowry, paragraph 3). This segment of text elucidates the reason of Jonas’s father’s lack of surprise of his Assignment. As stated above, Jonas’s father was already certain of his Assignment, which he continues to explain to be a Nurturer. Jonas’s father explains that as a result of the love he showed all the Newchildren and the time he spent at
Food has been a great part of how he has grown up. He was always interested in how food was prepared. He wanted to learn, even if his mother didn’t want him to be there. “I would enter the kitchen quietly and stand behind her, my chin lodging upon the point of the hip. Peering through...
“Wow! You were as hungry as I was. Be a good boy and I’ll see you later.”
Now I had the old car racing down the road and off the ridge at something close to 80 mph simply because that was all the speed I could wring out of it. I'd made one turn, but there was one more ahead before we entered the valley and the town that lay astraddle a creek. The next turn was a sharp, banking left-hander, edged by a dozen or so white posts laced together by steel cables, and oncoming traffic was obscured by a little hill.
As the boys grew up, Esau became a skillful hunter, a man who lived in the
Anderson lays a pretty solid foundation of the population control side of the giver and encourages young readers to question what society tells them. Anderson ststes that Lowery is questioning the politically correctness of children’s books, and redefining the industries skepticism of a government body being an all-powerful body in complete control. He states, the aspect that the book The Giver is a top seller ranking 63rd on the list of best child’s books of all time. He notes however her book is also one of the most challenged books as well.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
“You’re just like me. You don’t realize it yet, but one of these days you won’t be able to deny your hunger anymore.” I looked up to meet his gaze and was again caught by his demeanor. The shadows cut harsh designs on his hollow face. Darkness trailed behind him like a king’s robe as he paced where the light could not reach him.
Characters in both of the novels Code Talker and The Giver have different personalities, but also are similar in ways as well. In the novel Code Talker, Ned Begay is looked upon differently since he is Navajo. At a young age Ned had to leave his family to attend boarding school, but returns later to go to the Navajo High School. As he took a liking to studying maps of islands, he was laughed at by the teachers and even students for being a Navajo who imagined traveling to far away places. Jonas from the novel The Giver, grows up in the Community, which is a society that lives by strictly implemented rules. He starts to see things that are strange to him, like the time he saw an apple change while tossing it with his friend, but the Community wants everyone to live and feel the same. Every year a ceremony is held that recognizes the children from newborn to age 12, and those turing 12 are given an Assignment. Jonas receives a very rare and special Assignment, The Receiver. He gathers memories from the Giver and starts to put his life in the Community and the memories of the past together. He realizes that there are some things in the Community that need to be changed, and is look strangely at when asking for others to change their way of play.
“Are we ready to eat? I’m starving!” Jeb said, his stomach growling like a hungry tiger.
The purpose of this book was to show us a possible version of a "Utopia".
Although this article appeals to common sense the most, Paul-Mark’s claims are obvious with very good example to back those claims up. Readers get the full picture of what is really going down in the street racing scene and how the dangers continue to exist. Paul-Mark has strong appeals and emotions throughout this paper that keeps readers hooked the entire time.
We hit the turn mark, so we turn around and start to leave the yard we are riding in. I shift gears as I ride along the road in front of my house. I follow this until I get to the forest. I hit the ditch to cross over to the tall grass that stood in front of the woods. I push down my left foot a couple of times to lower the gear as I cross the tree line. I feel the dry tree limbs brush against my calves. The sting of the scratches reminds me why my mother tells me to wear pants. I rarely listen since it’s too hot and the scratches don’t last long.
“On another note, are you hungry? I don’t have much, but i’m brewing a new batch of nether wart beer in the kitchen.” Herobrine said as he motioned to the kitchen with his hand.