The Blessed Hunter
I was standing on the observatory located in a mountain top of the village. Looking at the land of ash. I closed my eyes, thinking back when all the “non-real” things started happening. It was in 2144, April 4, Thursday.
I was an ordinary day. Nothing special was happening until the time I’m on my way back from the grocery store. I went to the hills, the place that I found out that has a great view. Suddenly, there was like an explosion in my community. When I went back, the devastating explosion turn my community into a wasteland. Then my phone rang. My dad was using an incredible speed to explain lots of things to me that I’m was not born from the “normal world”. I was born in a world that’s full of mysterious creatures like demon, elf, dwarf….. Then, my phone was cut of.
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It is believed that the blade was created by Hodge, a legendary warlock that has incredible magic power to enchant the angle blades. It is called the angle blade because whenever a person holds it. It gives the demon hunter the power to kill a demon. The stronger the person’s will to kill a demon, the brighter and stronger the angle light gets, the angle light is the demon’s biggest weakness. That’s why the people who holds the angle blade are called demon hunter. Demon hunter have years and years of training, killing demon is their specialty. I was trained only for a year. usually, it takes at least two years to master all the skills that is necessary to fight a demon, but I was very talented.I mastered all the skills in a year. My angle light was brighter than most of the people. Ben said that if I were able to kill a greater demon, he will let me join the elite team. They are planning to take out the demon lord. People think that we take out the demon lord, all the demon will die, but no one can prove it. I think that it’s not true, too , so I asked
The Hunting Ground is a documentary written and directed by Kirby Dick. The film follows the journey of two sexual assault survivors, Andrea Pino and Annie Clark, as they file a Title IX lawsuit against University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill for not properly supporting them. Although released in March of 2015, the documentary features cases and personal narratives from survivors dating back to 2011. Pino and Clark also provide testimonials from other real survivors, both college-aged men and women, in order to depict the prevalence of sexual assault on college campuses. The film also provides insight and statistics from various educated professionals, such as university deans, researchers, and writers. The demographics of the sexual assault
Nancy Ammerman writes Sacred Stories, Spiritual Tribes: Finding Religion in Everyday Life to convey her findings of studying spirituality and religion in the ordinary life of her sample population. The inspiration for this book came from previous data about Christians and the “Golden Rule,” the concept of treating everyone how you would like to be treated (3). In order to understand this concept better, Ammerman decided to study religion and spirituality in everyday life. Her population included 95 people from the Boston and Atlanta areas. These participants came from “Catholic, liberal Protestant, conservative Protestant, African American Protestant, Jewish”, Mormon, Wicca and Neopaganism as well as an internet chat group (11). Unaffiliated participants were also
It's three o'clock in the morning. I've been sleeping since eight p.m., and now my alarm clock is telling me that it's time to wake up. Most people are sleeping at this hour of the night, but I'm just now waking up to pack up my gear and head into the forest for the morning. Last night I packed my .30-06, tree stand, a small cooler full of food and a rucksack full of hunting equipment including deer scent, camouflage paint and a flashlight. I've been planning a hunt for two weeks, and the weekend has finally come. I get up from bed, shake off the cold of the morning and get ready to leave by four.
This video posted by Le Reveil De Montreal features fifty of the most beloved gospel hymns of all time. You can enjoy this video in its entirety by following this link here. Enjoy classics like How Great Thou Art, It is Well With My Soul, Blessed Assurance and many, many others.
Hunters-gatherers were nomadic people who survived by hunting and gathering their food. They were nomadic because they traveled from one place to another to find food. Their shelters were made out of stone, animal skin, bone, grass, wood, mud, and they had to be mobile. This lifestyle is very different than the way people live today in the modern era. We aren’t nomadic people at all. Our houses are not mobile, and they are made of materials like brick, glass, and wood. Furthermore, we don’t have to move from place to place in order to find food.
You can’t see anything around you and there are animals that could attack you. I was on my way home riding my bike. I was as scared as a mouse being chased by a cat. Suddenly, I felt my hip vibrating. It was my phone and I got a text from my mother. She said, “Where are you! You are super late!” I had to stop and text her back because I knew she would get mad at me if I didn’t. Then she texted me again and I had to stop, and again, and again. With her texting me I thought I would never get home. Then I decided that I wouldn’t text her and try to get home as fast as possible. That was a mistake that I will never make
It all started on an early Friday morning when my mom told me to run errand for her in a nearby market. The weather was calm and cloudy. There were no people walking in the streets, or even any other kinds of life. I wondered why the situation was different, but any way I headed to the market to fulfill my duty. To my surprise, when I arrived at the very center of the market, nobody was there. I asked myself if I came earlier than the others, and then I decided to wait for some minutes. I hanged around at least 30 minutes, but nobody came. My heart started to beat tremendously, and terror invaded my mind. When I was about to come back home, everything changed. Firstly, I have heard the sound of a bomb. It was extremely loud and I could not hear anything for a minute, then I fall down because of the severe pain in my ears. After couple minutes, I lost
Pain, suffering, hurt, and lies make up our daily lives. They consume us. They keep us captive. They beat us down until we think we can never get up. They make us depressed and anxious. They make us want to do horrible things to ourselves and others. Some of us know these pains and lies a little too well. But we no longer need to be consumed by them. There is hope.
October 24th 1995, It was a brisk autumn day; the trees had just began changing colors, the once crisp navy green leaves had turned into burnt orange, candy apple red leaves that were fluttering from the trees. The neighbor’s yards were decorated with shinny plastic skeletons and fearsome ghosts made out of sheets ready to startle the trick or treaters that would be wandering the streets for Halloween. For everyone around the neighborhood it was a normal autumn day, however for my mother and I it was not. This was not only the day that the day that I was born but they day that I began to find out who I really was.
I walked to the nearest American fort, where at the first door I found, I put the key into the lock and said "A.D. 2064" and left the past behind. The future was calling.
Everyone, regardless your race, gender, ethnicity, color, etc… has that one trait, or skill, talent which makes them who they are also known as being unique. Some folks wish they could disappear in other word to be invisible, others are to transform either into a robot or their favorite cartoon characters, and so on… well mines happen to be that I believe I could be anything I put my mind to. It wasn’t something i wished for or anything crazy, but it was something I was blessed with. No one in the entire world knew about my trait or talent. A Sunday morning at nine o’clock I was heading to church. Remind you church starts at nine thirty, in which my house and the church were like fifteen minutes away from each other. That morning I was dressing all nice in my GQ gray suit with my black & white bow tie and my comfortable black Prada dressy shoes looking rather dapper. At the time I was eighteen years old living in my own apartment. As I was heading to church that morning driving on I-95 in my black 1998 Toyota Camry, nothing fancy at all. I was really jamming in other word listening to music. I was having a good time until I realized my not so fancy car started to shake. I then turn the volume of my stereo in the car all the way down to zero. And I carefully drove my car slowly on the side of the road. Now, as I was doing so, I heard something loud similar to an explosion where the engine is. Right then and there I knew my car was done for. After pulling to the side of the road, I walked outside the car, then lift the hood of my car. As I lifted it up a tremendous amount of smoke was coming from the hood of my car. Right then and there my eyes became watery, my nose started running, and I started coughing. To avoid getting sick and...
My day was going well. I devoured a big breakfast, my brother, for once, got out of the shower quick, and no major assignment was pending. Life was very, very good. Then life began to fall into oblivion. I saw on the board in the front of Mrs. Smith's room the journal entry for the day. It was about what would I write about in a narrative essay. Hope faded away. Somewhere on the planet a nuclear bomb went. An earthquake struck in some unknown place on the Earth. A volcano erupted on Jupiter's moon Io and killed a bunch of Ionians. Somebody's red rose just wilted and the petals fell onto the ground. The end of the world was indeed upon us. My jaw dropped and warning bells went off in my head. I went completely and utterly blank. I tried as hard as I could to write my journal. Channel One came on and talked about a nuclear bomb going off in India that caused an earthquake that somehow caused a volcano to erupt on Io (that killed a bunch of aliens). My jaw dropped once again. It was now the floor. As I was finishing my journal, Mrs. Smith went to the front of the room and talked about, du du du, narrative papers. She gave us a cold, white study guide that gave me no hope for survival. She then gave us another evil sheet of pap...
The world is too quiet, the sound of the in my ears make me wake up from my dream. I open my eyes and look at the clock, just 8:00 am, why I wake up so early? I walk out from my room, only the sound of birds, and nothing. In this moment, I take my mobile out and trying to call my friend to ask where they gone. But there was not signal, also have the some problem on television and radio. “Sasasa….” The sound from the television, I turn off the television because the sound is too annoying, and start to pack up my things going out find my friends. I drop my phone away and take out the map, watch, flashlight, pens etc. in my bag. I step out of my house.
When I finally left school, I said farewell to all of my friends and I started walking home. But when I started approaching home, I knew something was off. So I started running to my house. But I was too late, when I was able to get inside I saw my entire family on the ground dead and covered in blood. But I saw some object behind the couch and I couldn’t believe my eyes, I became so scared when I saw that there was a frightening creature
I always had trouble understanding others. Growing up I never played with the other children. My grandfather said it was because my mind was too busy thinking of brilliant idea to actually talk to the others. I believed him. I believed in him for 17 years, that all stopped today. It all ended when I was riding my bike to the local market so I could pick up scrap parts for my grandfather. He said they were for his hovertech76 His prized antique hover car. As I made my way down the pavement I saw the market coming up from the horizon and suddenly everything freezes The birds in the sky, the leaves in the air, my bike, everything. I can’t move my head. I am paralyzed. “What’s happening?” I thought frantically to myself “Someone help! Someone please!” But just a quickly as I was put into this horrifying state I was snapped back to my bike. Birds chirping the leaves hit the floor but something is different, I am in the market that was barely in eye sight just moments ago. I slam my brakes. Directing my unblinking eyes towards the ground I start to breath heavily. “What on Earth just happened?” My thoughts scatter, my heart begins to race, Darkness.