Sebastian Diary Entry

Sebastian Diary Entry
I've decided that this is gonna be a Sebastian x Reader story. But, Luna is also going to be in an
affair with Ciel and I'll do her POV too. By the way, ANOTHER HIGURASHI WHEN THEY CRY
REFERENCE. Lol have fun reading :D
I sighed loudly, stuck in my room with nothing else to do. All I did was daydream. Daydream about
anything. Cats, dragons, phoenixes, being a snake, being a bird, having a romantic affair with a
prince, stuff like that. Sebastian had gone out into town to get some items. I wanted him to get some
makeup, like mascara, eye liner, blush, and concealer. I wanted to try out makeup, to see if it gives
the 'good displays' of your face like the women say. Hm.
I'm suddenly reminded of Sebastian–Hao~ He's just so cute!–and Ciel. What ... Show more content
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Trust me, I know my butler."
Soon, after 15 minutes Sebastian was back and ready to serve dinner. It was really fast, no, inhuman
fast. I wonder what he did.
Anyways, right now Ciel and I are eating dinner. It's sort of silent in this room. There was way too
much food for me to eat, which amazed me. There was everything here. It was like a buffet.
"Sebastian, report your progress."
"Ah, yes. All the victims did not believe in curses. They all were teenagers, and had a relationship
with someone from the Foxsmith family. That person was named Johnathan Foxsmith and was
about 20 years old. What I am thinking right now is that the man brought the person to the basement
and brutally murdered them, as the basement is locked from anyone who isn't a Foxsmith from
entering. The main suspect is of course, John. My lord, the Foxsmiths are hosting a ball in two days.
Shall we use the ball to our advantage?" Whoa. All that information in 15 minutes? My gosh.
"Yes, and Lily, I need you to get Johnathan to take you downstairs to his basement. Sebastian and I
will cover for you. Is that clear?" Ciel asked of me. I nodded silently, feeling nervous. I might die if
I go there! Well, I do trust them, but will they make it in time to save me if I do get that man to take
me to the
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Sammy's Diary Entry
Dear Diary, today is my 21 birthday! Sammy is picking me up at 8 o'clock for a night of dancing,
fun on the town, and a lovely dinner. For the dinner, we intend to meet up with our friends John,
Sandy, Jolly, and Danny, but in between the time, I need to tell you what I have planned for
tonight... You see, Sammy and I have been dating for three years and for two and a half years of
those years, he has been cheating on me with my best friend Sandy. As if I was completely clueless,
on what they were doing, but I have finally found the courage to confront them...tonight. They have
a secret meet up spot, where they go every Saturday night, and I plan on passing by there when they
meet tonight. It is located on the corner of 22nd Street and Raspberry

Beowulf Diary Entry
Today has been one crazy day! First of all I sailed to Denmark. It was a long journey, but I enjoyed
it. I saw many fish and even managed to catch one for my dinner. When I finally arrived in Denmark
it was quiet and peaceful. I went to meet the king of Denmark. His name was Hrothgar. He was a
very pleasant man. He was small, hairy but very cheerful. He was so pleased to see us because I told
him we was here to kill the terrifying Grendel. That night in the hall, there was a huge feast. It had
been specially prepared for beowulf and our team as a welcome from the king. Everything that day
went as planned and grendel was slain and beowulf became king.
It has been many long years since our lord Beowulf returned. Not long after our return home, Lord
Beowulf became our king of Geatland and our soil became prosperous like never before. The soil
and forest bore more food than all of us could carry by the barrow–full and the people of our land
could eat abundantly without fear of hunger. As for Beowulf, he could not come across any
adventures as great as that of the slaying of Grendel and his mother. Many warriors came to
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We have found a dragon that any man has ever seen is just lying outside our village. If we do not
destroy it, the creature will come and wreak havoc on our land once it discovers its treasure stolen.
Suddenly we felt the earth beneath us shudder. There were screams outside and the tremors were
getting sure. We felt the heat flowing.
Immediately after we left the mead hall, I ran as fast as I could to my house. I burst through the door
and embraced my wife, telling her to take our children and all our possessions and make haste to the
village north of our land, for the most vast dragon in the whole world was bringing terror down
upon us as we spoke. With that I put on my best armor and wielded my strongest sword, then
hurried to join Beowulf and wiglaf this was a battle i never returned

Slavery Diary Entry
Akachi Ghanzel 9/15/1684
I 9/18/1684
I woke up this day, to find myself in a sack. I was traded to these two men. They did not treat me
well. I had to work for my own food and if I didn't work I would get flogged by whips. They did not
like me for I am black; yet in my own mind I am a free man who is only told by God what to do. I
was beat 3 times. Blood ran over my whole back, this was the most pain I've ever felt in my life.
They fed me stale bread, and called me a nigger. Who did they think I was? To think, this was the
very beginning and it would get worse over time. I worried about my family, and how they would
react to me being gone.
9/24/1684
I was sold again, but this time to a family of 3. They treated me like their own child. The mother,
named Lisa treated me to fish, rice, and corn every ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
He had jumped off the ship, into the deep blue sea. The captain ordered his children to catch the
negro, for he was young and strong. Sadly they caught him, and the captain personally beat him.
The next morning I found him on the sick deck, dead.
Month Of The Sun, Day 25
We saw birds. Birds were always a sign of land. Millions of them. Jumping into the water and
catching fish. I had never had a better dinner in all my days in the ship. We were served fried bird,
with potato and water. It had filled my stomach up in the best way possible. I never felt so relived of
myself then at that moment in time.
Month Of The Colours, Day 3
I woke up to find myself in a cage with my brothers. We were on land. My sisters were kept in
another cage, on the other side. We had small beds, and we were cold for it was midday. People
were laughing at us, calling us niggers, useless people, and animals. I wanted to kill every one. My
little boy came up to me and told me if we were going to survive. To be honest, I did not

1984 Diary Entry Essay
G. Orwell's '1984' – written assignment. The following text is a diary entry, written by Winston. It's
what he would've written when he had just been arrested and brought to Miniluv, if he had been able
to. This is the last entry in the diary of Winston Smith. It finally happened. I was dead long before,
but soon I'll be shot in the head for real. I hope it's quick, at least in the end, after the torture. I hope
and I don't believe myself, for I know it's a futile hope, simply the bit of humanity left in me
fighting to survive. What will it take to break me? I'm not strong. I need to be. I'm scared. It's
foolish to think that the way I die can affect the future in any way, but it's important. I need to die
with my own thoughts in my skull, so that when they shoot me, those thoughts will get out with the
stream of my blood and brain matter. And maybe, in the second before darkness descends, I'll ...
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This will also be an interesting read for those who enjoy analyzing people based on how they react
in stressful situations. But all readers should feel pity and pride for this man, who has locked his
emotional turmoil under a numbed soul, brain frantically leaping through visions of a golden future
and nightmares filled with pain and torture, all the while still staying as brave as possible in these
circumstances, saying: "You can't break all of me!" And that is the point. Even though Winston
loves BB in the end, even though he has been tortured past the point of breaking, he fought until the
end, and then made the most human choice. He stayed human as he gave in, as he was brainwashed
and destroyed from within, because he was human enough to admit we can't always win. The text
has fulfilled its' purpose of showing how humanity can stand against death and accept it as
inevitable in the same

Alaska Diary Entry
Dear Diary, I had the love of my life die and I cannot forgive myself for what happened to the
beautiful Alaska Young. It all started on my junior year when I decided to leave home to go to
boarding school in Alabama. The school is called Culver Creek Boarding School and I wanted to go
to seek a Great Perhaps. At middle school in Florida everyone knew me as Miles Halter, the tall,
nerdy, scrawny kid who prefers reading biographies rather than socializing with others. I have
always been into reading biographies and I have an interest in remembering the last words of
famous dead people. I went to Culver Creek to seek a Great Perhaps and what inspired me to go and
the reason I went was because Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last ... Show more content
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The Colonel introduced me to Alaska, I thought she was very strange, outgoing, risk taking,
troubled, and a self–destructive mysterious girl. She was beautiful; when I first saw her it was like
love at first sight. Alaska showed me her favourite book called The General in his Labyrinth which
was about Simon Bolivar and his last words were "How will I ever get out of this Labyrinth!" (19).
She told me to figure out what the Labyrinth is and how to get out of it which I thought was
interesting. My first week at Culver Creek sucked as I was woken up in the middle of night in my
boxers, dragged down to lake, and I was tied up and thrown inside by the Weekday Warriors ( rich
kids at the school) because I was friends with The Colonel and I almost died. I realized that Alaska,
The Colonel, Takumi (Japanese Guy Alaska introduced me to) began to change my life since I came
to the Creek as I started doing what they were doing such as drinking, smoking, pranks, but it was
fun. I began to fall in love with Alaska as "She and I sat alone in the TV lounge watching MTV on a
drearily cloudy Saturday. Furnished with couches left behind by previous

Ww1 Diary Entry
I don't know where to start on how much I miss staying at home and working in the factories. Life
here is more unbearable then you could imagine, and with all these news reporters here reporting
stuff back must have you worried sick. I'm lucky to have lived this long in this treacherous war. I'm
sorry I haven't talked to you in a while, just there is so much stuff going on here! My daily routine
includes waking up and hour before dawn the boys here call that "stand to". Then we go to a
separate part of the trench to switch in between cleaning our riffles and eating whatever we can find
for breakfast if we are lucky. Just the other day everyone was woken up sometime close to midnight
so we could surprise our enemy with an ambush. During this ambush I lost two of my closest
comrades William and James Harvey, I don't know if you have gotten my last letter yet but they
were the two twins. On a lighter note since I wasn't one of the worst gun men I didn't get stuck with
the job of flame thrower. I feel bad for everyone who as had this job because most have them after
getting that job had only lived for a couple of hours. Are general just the other day handed us these
masks for us to were because word had gotten out that our enemies the Germans, had just ordered
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I miss being able to come home from work and smelling your lovely cooking and the sweet smell of
our CLEAN house. Now that I'm hear the smell of the thousands of dead corpses are really starting
to get to me. Plus, since I have been here I have gotten an extreme case of body lice. But I think I
have also caught a case of "his disease" which you might know as trench fever, so I have been
feeling dizzy and have had a major headache. I know your life at home probably hasn't been the
easiest but I was wondering if you could send me a care package. If you send me one could you
please include the following: Cigarettes, aspirin, some gloves, and a "housewife" sewing

Diary Of A Warrior Diary Entries
Diary of a Warrior
It was just any other day in the office that I work at. I got a call from my assistant at the front desk
saying there was a student here and he wants to see me. I ask her what he wanted to see me for and
she said he found an old war Diary of a warrior in Alexander the Greats army. When I heard this i
didn't believe it but I told my assistant to bring the student up. I heard a knock on the door and when
I opened it, there was a kid holding a book that looked very old and ancient like. He handed me this
book and asked me what I thought about it. I looked over it and saw that this diary was over a
middle aged man during the classical Greece era who was in the army of Alexander the Great. I
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Entry 2
I knew my mother would not like the fact that I would be going off to war but my father knew it was
the right thing for me to do. My father knew it was the right thing for me to do because he knew I
would be a great infantry man in the army. Because my dad thought this I did not want to let him
down so I knew right there and then that I was going into the army and fighting for King Philip.
Entry 3
Out of the blue we all got word that king Philip was assonated, when we heard this we all didn't
know what would happen. Then we learned that his son Alexander took over and he was going to
lead people into war. So when I got called on to go into the army I did and we started to train. The
training was very intense. It was nothing like I have experience before, right off the bat they told us
if we did not die in batter we better be wounded because if not then we did not fight hard enough.
Another part of our training was how to wield a sword and fight with a sword and shield. I have
never done this before and I was super excited. I remember how heavy the sword and shield was
and how easy it was to swing when you had the momentum going with it. After training for a couple
of months we were ready to go into war and fight.
Entry 4
In the spring of 334 B.C.E we entered the Asia Minor to attack and by the following spring we had
conquered the entire western half of Asia

Gcse Diary Entry
January –
This all started after my dad's funeral, I was about to leave the gloomy cemetery when I was told by
this crazy nut job, that grabbed me and told me that I was going to die. If I don't stay low for the
next 365 days of my life, I thought he was crazy a week ago, but I'm starting to believe him. So far
my farther has died somehow and now people after, my life is so hard as I'm still as I'm devastated
but I have to watch my back
My boring life soon turn to a hectic .when I got home it seem just to be my little sister home she
was muttering I walk over there trying to understand what she was saying . As I look I see blood
running out of the back of her head. I was frantically trying to find something to stop the bleeding. I
start to do CPR give her a fighting chance of living. To stop the bleeding than I hear "Look there, is
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"The officer said
"No!" I said angrily
"How do you explain what your sister said while the abo put her into the ambulance 'don't Caleb'
"officer says?
"I don't know," I say
They finally let me out of there now my quest is to find a place to sleep, 10minsts later I find a place
to stay it near the shopping centre it's not the best place but it will do I've got a phone call it from
best friend
"Hey buddie have you seen the news they think you gone crazy and hurt your sister," my best friend
says
"Thanks for telling me that now everyone thinks I'm the crazy guy that hurts his sister," I say
"Did you?" he asked
"Who side are you on? " I said angrily
"Bye, "he says
Days went on without seeing how gabbi is or if she is alive, but I know how people felt all over my
Facebook page you should be in jail, crazy kid. I wish they heard me and could see my point of
view with this and maybe that should change their mind. I need to call Luke to ask him about gabbi
I pull my phone out and dial his number waiting for him to answer
"Hello," he said
Yes he answered "do you know how gabbi

Cranola Diary Entry
Head Gamemaker Felix Junius
BOOM.
Cranola from Eleven stood there, wide–eyed and scared, staring down the massive queen. She had
already survived for twenty–one days, and her biggest competitor had just died. Now, she only had
to face one more person–the weak–looking boy from Six.
Her legs trembled in fear as she advanced upon the boy, who had finished the challenge mere
minutes before her, minutes that seemed like an eternity. The apprehension was clear on her face.
How strong is this boy, to survive twenty–one days of fighting and of terror?
She was about to find out. They stared each other down, crude knives in hand. Six was the first to
move, raising the shiv to throw. His stance was off, and Felix saw that Cranola knew it as well. She
easily sidestepped and threw her own, striking Six straight in the chest and running away. ... Show
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"Felix, there is a very important issue that we absolutely need to address," came the response. The
voice sounded familiar, almost, and he recognized that, even surrounded by his clouds of
drowsiness. It almost sounded like the voice secondary to his own, the one that breathed down his
neck everyday during the time of the Hunger Games and months before as well, dry, low, and darkly
amused. The one he feared and...
With a jolt, he woke up, certain it was a dream, a nightmare. But President Regalus stood before
him, silvery revolver in one hand, taser in the other. The same warm fuzzy feeling overcame him,
but it was now one of fear, not happiness. He froze–Felix had always imagined this moment, staring
down the President, but he now realized that his imaginary scene was much different than the real
thing.
Trying to reflexively bluff his way out of the situation, he asked, with his casual air, still blinking
away the lingering strands of sleep, "Good afternoon, how are you today?" His body felt heavy, too
heavy, to even bend down to reach his gun; this was his only chance, and he had to execute it

Pedro Diary Entry
I promised her happiness, a new life. I could have given her everything. I would have been so much
more than Pedro. I feel as if all my flames are dying out. All the stars are being eaten away from the
inside. My universe grows cold.
It has been two weeks. My fingers feel frozen, my hands are idle. I do not wish to move, for I will
become a devil's plaything. If I begin to walk, I will only try to move towards her. If I began to
speak, I will only try to utter her name. I will do something I should not, and I will regret it deeply.
When I arrived home finally after that night, my Aunt Mary congratulated me yet again on my
marriage. I couldn't bear to tell that deaf hag that it had been called off. I escorted her to bed and
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I haven't seen you in a very long time. Ten years, in fact. It is the fifteenth anniversary of my wife's
passing. Even staring at her grave, I feel nothing. I feel empty. The feeling of tears welling up inside
you, or the feeling of joy pounding at your ribcage trying to escape. I do not feel those things
anymore. It is January. The wind bites at my nose, yet I do not feel the cold. These days, I am the
cold in the breeze. I feel Alex distancing from me. Perhaps he does not want to freeze. He has found
love with Tita's niece, Esperanza. They are so young. I wish my son the utmost happiness. I pray to
God that his love does not end the way mine did. Was I not passionate enough? Was my love not
good enough? I wonder if there is anyone in this world besides my dearest wife who would accept a
love like mine. What was so wrong with it, that it was denied? I want to rip my heart out. I feel so
lonely sometimes. I have tried all the natural remedies of my grandmother and nothing helps. My
matches have not been alight in so long, I feel as if they will never be set aflame again. An old man
like me will not find love this late in his life. I do not think there is any living woman that can
breathe a universe into me the way Tita

Hardy Diary Entry
GUYS I KNOW THE LAST CHAPTER WAS SHIT IM SORRY I promise this one will be better
I'll edit the first chapter eventuallyyyy Anyways I hope you enjoy this c: ––– got a secret can you
keep it? ––– Why did she do it? This was what I repeated to myself in my head. And with Dean?
The boy who I had warned her about all these years. The boy who I thought she knew was
dangerous. I guess she didn't know after all. I thought we both knew cheating was wrong. I knew
what Bridgette would think of this, if she knew Charlotte had even touched Dean. We both know
what she does. What she did. Bridgette could – and would destroy Charlotte. I guess this is a secret
I'll have to keep. I decided to text Charlotte. I knew I couldn't tell it to her face ... Show more
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Of course, I didn't know everything. Maybe the kiss was all. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe I'll have
to find out myself what it really meant. ––– I scanned my closet to see if there was anything suitable
I had to wear. I picked out a black lace dress that I had brought a week ago. It was expensive, but it
would show that I had the money. I looked down at my assortment of shoes, and pulled out some
black strappy heels. Not as expensive, but they looked like it. I was getting dressed for one of Deans
infamous parties. They were always full of drugs, alcohol, and sex. Everyone was invited. Everyone
could do what ever they wanted. Except touch Dean, of course. I put the dress on and pulled up the
zip on the side. I slid the heels on my feet, and did up the straps. I walked over to my mirror and
looked at my reflection. I knew the dress would've looked better if I had weighed less, but I know a
little extra weight doesn't matter to the boys. As long as you had boobs, a butt, and your name was
Bridgette Vinetta, every boy in the school would be drooling over you. And the funny thing is that I
look extremely similar to her in the dark. If you're drunk, of

Arms Diary Entry
Dear Mum, I would have never thought something like this would happen to us. I'm still in shock
about what happened and don't have words to say how sorry I am mom. Something tragic happened.
When I was fighting, I was all alone. I didn't know where my brother was. I took the risk of lighting
a cigarette. Bullets came shooting straight at me. I took cover and saw that on the other side, the
enemy was there. I was going to shoot but I then saw a armored car approaching the other side of
the street.
From the roof of the car a man appeared and from the side an old woman approached the car. The
old woman was an informer. I had to kill both of them. Suddenly, from the other side a shot fired
and hit me. Taking off my cap, I placed it over the muzzle of my rifle. I Then pushed the rifle slowly
upward over the parapet, until the cap was visible from the opposite side of the street. Almost
immediately a bullet pierced the center of the cap. I slanted the rifle forward. The cap clipped down
into the street. Then catching the rifle in the middle, I dropped my left hand over the roof and let it
hang, lifelessly. After a few moments I let the ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
My enemy was hit. I didn't have to worry anymore. I hurried and left to get to street level but then
curiosity came over me. I wanted to see who I killed, so I decided to risk going over to have a look
at him.I darted across the street. A machine gun tore up the ground around me with a hail of bullets,
but I escaped. I threw myself face downward beside the corpse. The machine gun stopped.Then I
turned over the dead body and looked into my brother's face. I promise that I didn't know! I would
have never shot my brother, I love him. I don't know what he was doing their. If I would have
known I would have never shot him, I would have let him shoot me. I'm sorry mother! I know that
there's nothing that can change what happened. I'm sorry. In

Diary Entry In College
Dear diary, my father is a preacher who has preached a lot in America but one of his favorite places
to preach is in the Philippines, but before I was born my family lived in the Philippines. From the
start of my mom's pregnancy it was rough. On multiple occasions my family and doctors thought
that they had lost me. While my mom and brothers and sisters would sing bible verses together. On
August 14, 1987 I was born. At the age of three we moved from the Philippines to Jacksonville,
Florida. Growing up my family was competitive at ever thing no matter what it was from Monopoly
to basketball no one wanted to lose. When I was five and tee ball started I had already played a lot
of player pitch with my brothers, so the idea of hitting of a tee ... Show more content on
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We were incredibly tight nit. I remember one day I had came home to some of the first of many
recruiting letters from University of Louisville and The Ohio State University. It was a great day
reading those letters, watching the game with my parents, and daydreaming about someday playing
college football. The scholarships kept rolling in to my surprise. I had over eighty offers ranging
from The University of Maryland, university of North Carolina, North Carolina State, Florida State
University, Miami, Michigan State, Notre Dame, Ole Miss, Iowa, Illinois, Ohio State, Oklahoma,
Oklahoma State, Colorado, and many more. When I started high school I was just hoping for one
offer but the experience was very humbling. At first the school to seem to have the advantage was
Alabama because of their fan base. The Alabama fans used to come to my games in their red –and–
white Roll Tide gear. They used to hold up homemade sighs for me and encourage me to come to
Alabama. Since I grew up in a Florida Gator decorated room, both my parents attended UF, my
sister Katie did also, and my brother Peter was already in Gainesville and was enrolled. With the
background that I have you would think it would be the easiest decision in the world to make. Going
through the process of visiting colleges and talking to coaches, Coach Meyer from The University
of Florida and I became very close friends. In 2004 as UF's head coach a few weeks later he
attended a coaches' convention in Louisville, Kentucky. He told me that my coaches from Nease
were every weir making sure I was foremost on Coach Meyers mind. My junior year in 2005 was
the first time me and Coach Meyer meet in person was at a Nease baseball game. We both
remember that game a little different. It was the district championship game against Saint
Augustine; I homered in the last inning to win the game. Coach Meyer said that he

Diary Entry For Alaska Journal Entry
Entry 1 –
I just set out on my great Alaskan adventure. This may not be my first day in Alaska but this
definitely the start of my true adventure. I am alone out here. The only other living creatures here
are the animals. I have prepared for this. I know I am ready. After leaving the last man who I
hitchhiked with I set out on the trail. He offered me a sandwich that I am currently eating while
sitting here and contemplating my surroundings. The land is vast and the stampede trail seems
almost never ending. It is cold but not unbearable so. I plan to forage for dinner using my guides to
find edible plants and berries. This may be my last big adventure I take on. The reason for that may
be my own choice or the choice of nature. Things look good at the moment and I do not see a reason
for that to change. I don't get lonely easily and I don't particular seek out human companionship, but
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I attempted to leave but I was forced to turn around because of an unexpected river. I am very weak,
unable to accomplish the necessary tasks in order to survive out here. I am dying. If I do not get help
soon I will be dead. I am not able to hunt and I fear I will soon start to lose my grip and succumb to
starvation. I have very little to support myself and I am in a very unhealthy state. I believe this is
caused by something I have eaten. All I can say at this point is I am happy I was able to experience
this before I died. I was able to live up to the writing I gained my inspiration from. Like
Huckleberry Finn and the premise of Jack London's novels I have rejected what I saw wrong with
society and lived to my own accord. I am content with how I have lived my life over these last few
years, and I believe I made the correct choice to come out here. I just truly hope I am able to receive
help soon. So I guess this may be goodbye – Alex

Julie Diary Entry
Dear Journal, Today I had quite a bit of tasks to do for Mr. Edes. First I had to sell three
advertisements but, I sold one to a loyalists niece so Mr. Edes said he couldn't put it in the paper.
Then when I was out I talked to a redcoat! He said that the Gazette was slandering against the king.
So I guess that Mr. Edes is a patriot but what the red coat said about Mr. Edes kind of frustrated me
because I know that Mr. Edes is an honest man that is very trustworthy. The shipment Mr. Edes told
me to pick up was a bit to heavy so Royce helped me carry it in return for a favor. I don't know what
the favor is yet but I'm sure ill find out soon. Dear Journal, Today I completed some Aron's for Mrs.
Edes. I had to make quite a bit of decisions. First, I went to the market and bought fleece and tea
leaves from a woman there. Then I went to Lillie's shop and gave back her advertisement, but before
I went I saw Thimble! But he ran away before I could catch him. Dear Journal, ... Show more
Edes. Boston has been quite crazy after the death of an apprentice while he was protesting the
tension between the soldiers and patriots has been very heated lately. I had to do three tasks. The
first task was delivering a pamphlet to Paul Revere, when I was on my way to give it to him I was
stopped by a red coat when he stopped me I felt very scared but thankfully I talked my way out of it.
Next, I had to post an announcement letting the people know about the young apprentices

Plague Diary Entry
Plague Diary Entry The Great Pestilence is upon us, it infects and kills within a matter of days.
People develop purple or black masses beneath the skin in the armpit and groin, experience
headaches, fevers, weakness, vomiting blood, and such. It spreads at a rapid pace and we have no
way to stop it. It spread through the air, blood, saliva, and almost any contact with an infected being
and once you contract it you're a walking corpse, however, some people have shown a natural
immunity to the disease, though determining who's resistant and who isn't is near impossible
without infecting others. Bodies line the streets, along with human waste and other garbage, further
spreading the disease. Here am I tasked with attempting to research and attempt

Diary Entry Analysis
Diary entry 2:
We landed in independence, MO. We took a little rest overnight and one of the Indians took our kid
Hamilton Weaver. We have not found him yet and I think that they are going to give up hope. He's
been gone for 5 weeks and we are already at the Platte River.I can only imagine what he looked like:
blonde and brunette hair but mostly brunette about 3". I didn't know him that well because he
usually just stayed in the wagon but most people say that he was really nice and never complained,
even when he had an empty stomachs It's very humid after a night at Fort Henry, Platte River is
running high we tried to cross the river by floating our wagon across. I cauked my wagon and lost
one day of food supplies that we couldn't afford to lose. The leader said that it's okay and we will try
to get some food from Shoshone indians considering that they are very nice. Later that night we
found a Shoshone camp, it took awhile for everyone to warm up to each other. Their leader Black
Dog was a very good leader we made some exchanges with them because they gave us a lot of food
they even let us eat supper with them. We all sat around the campfire telling stories Black Dog's son
black bear had very good stories about the other pioneers along the trail, he said that many of them
tried to kill them so that they could steal their food and animals, but ... Show more content on
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The mosquitoes around here pretty bad so we all decided to put some medicine on this began by
British established in 1834 first located along the snake River service supply along Oregon Trail
river. The mosquitoes around here pretty bad so we all decided to put some medicine on ourselves.
Some of us did end up getting bitten it was pretty bad we had to stop walking for two hours just so
that he could rest for a little bit. I didn't know him that well so I just stood

Journal Diary Entry Diary
Journal Entry: It's my first day staying here and i feel sick to my stomach. I can't get rid of this knot
in my stomach. I feel like I'm going to pass out cold. The owner apoligized and gave me two advil
and helped me to bed. I was laying in bed but couldn't fall asleep due to this horrible pain. Its then
when I started thinking how i could have gotten so sick in meer minutes. I retraced my steps to try
and mentally follow a trail to find what caused it. I felt fine when i first arrived, and even had a
lovely conversation with the owner. But after the tea i thought i felt horribly sick. I thought hard and
long if its possible the owner could have intentionally poisioned me. I thought there was no way
everything about this situation was perfect.

Esther Diary Entry
Emily awoke to someone quickly shaking her awake. She slowly opened her eyes until someone
jolted her out of bed. She could easily tell by the strong grip it was her father. "Emily, wake up! The
building's on fire!" Before eight year old Emily could respond, her father grasped her in his arm's
and attempted to run outside, when a piece of the ceiling fell down in front of them. His wife
screeched from the front door, her eyes wide with terror and tears raining down her face.
Heath quickly turned behind him and ran to the nearest window. "Esther, I can lift Emily through
this window," he said calmly as his wife, still panicking, rushed to the window as Heath situated
Emily, who was in shock and just trembling.
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He lived a sinless life and had many followers, but also had many who were against Him. Jesus
suffered as a man, and was beaten and bruised. He eventually was hung on a cross because He
claimed He was the Messiah, and the people wanted Him crucified. It was God's plan since the
beginning, but Jesus didn't want to die––He was a human just like you and I, but He did for you. He
was put in a tomb with a bolder in front of it, so no one would steal his body. On the third day, He
rose again and defeated death––and the devil. You see, Jesus already did save you. This life wasn't
promised to be easy, but our life in Heaven will be worth our short time on Earth. Do you believe
this?"
Victor listened without interruption and tears were forming in his eyes. "Ma'am, I've always hated
missionaries and I never would have listened to one. I've never heard the story of Jesus, I just didn't
want to hear it, but I felt this weird feeling that I should listen to you. I do believe!" Victor shouted.
Everyone looked their way, wondering what all the chaos was. Esther took Victor's hand and raised
it up, "Victor believes in Jesus!"
Shocked looks crossed the faces of the people, but applauds came

America Diary Entry
With arms wide open, Allie stood on the balcony of her newly refurbished home and enjoyed the
rainy mists blowing onto the balcony off the late afternoon shower; she had dearly missed sitting
there in the mornings and evenings, watching the sunrises and the ships going and coming. Allie
loved her grandmother, but was glad to have left her grandmother's house and gone back to her own.
Here, she was the mistress– she could lie in bed all day if she chose to– she could do as she pleased.
This is who I am, thought Allie, is this how you remind me, she whispered, looking toward the
heavens. Inhaling deeply, she sat down in her favorite chair and propped her bare feet on the
balcony railing– The earthy, venereal, desirous scents were soothing to ... Show more content on
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I need to leave Charleston as soon as I can, thought Allie. Maybe I should beg Thomas to take me
somewhere else– If he does not want me to be in Savannah, then maybe, he can take me to Jamaica
or some other place nearby. Willie's cumbersome footsteps lumbering up the stairwell let her know
that they were ready to fill her tub. Mary even had Gabriel toting water. As soon as they finished,
she slipped off her clothes to get into the steaming tub. Her reflection in the mirror startled her. She
knew that since becoming pregnant, she was filling out some, but had not realized how much. Her
breasts looked much larger and her hips were nicely rounded. Thomas will like this, thought Allie as
she stepped into the tub. She had just finished washing when she heard the door to her bedroom
open. Suspecting Mary had come to help her, boot steps were the last thing she expected to hear.
When Thomas pushed the door open and entered her dressing room, it almost startled her into a
scream. Allie had just stood to reach for a towel when he entered; his catching her, kept her from
falling and injuring herself. The rough feel of his clothes against her naked flesh sent tingling
sensations through her. Grabbing a handful of her hair, Thomas leaned her head back and kissed her
soundly. His mouth on hers sent even more tingles through her body. When Thomas released her,
she was plumb weak in the

Napoleon Diary Entry
Today, fifty–odd years later, I sit on my porch alone, swinging gently in the morning. I can look out
over the yard. It looks just the same as the place were my most important moment of my life
happened. I've kept it like that, so I never forgot. It's a large yard, that looks like a tiny meadow in a
forest. It's the height of summer right now, so all the trees are full and green. Just like it was then. I
remember the year of 1778. I was in my prime, the my early twenties. The Revolutionary War, my
platoon's second year in the war. I was their lieutenant, although it hardly seemed that I was above
them in rank. We were all the closest of friends, with loyalty deeper than I had ever known. We
talked about everything, but like every other ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
I still doubt that it will ever change. As a reminder of those friends though, I planted a tree after the
war. It took months to get the seed, but it was important to me. I planted it at the edge of the small
forest on my land, where it looks just as out of place as it did all those years ago. The reason for this
was that during the years after, the old olive tree had died. So now, it sits in the same place as the
old one, maybe not quite as big, but and eternally sufficient reminder. And each day, I sit out on the
porch and listen to the birds in the tree sing, and watch them make their homes there.
Even now, as I sit here and remember this, I'm sitting on the same wooden swing I've sat for years,
looking at that olive tree. It is still the morning, and the birds are singing their waking songs in those
same trees by the olive. And deep in the olive tree, I see a flash of the white feathers It's been so
long since I saw. A flurry arises, and I watch the doves rise back into the sky. Twenty of them rising
into ray of of light, coming through the clouds. A God ray, as my family always called

Conductors Diary Entries
Journal #4: My Conductor has been with me and we are traveling north by night. There is a group of
us and we don't dare show our faces during the day. From Virginia, we have moved into Maryland.
Our destination is Pennsylvania, but I won't be happy there. I want to be as north as possible. I heard
that some slaves go all the way to Canada, which is past New York. My conductor told me that I
was not unusual. May runaway slaves want to go to Canada to be safe from bounty hunters and U.S.
lawmen who could not cross the international border (Riggs). I haven't seen any fighting between
the North and the South, but our conductor says the war is going well for the North. But we have a
way to go before I see Canada. Last night we were almost found out! A bounty hunter who knew he
could get money for me and some of the others spotted a sick black woman who was too close to the
road. He shot his gun in the air, but he did it to frighten us. He did not want to kill us because they
would get no reward money. We ran, and our conductor told ... Show more content on
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Coffin talked about. I went to college and devoted myself to teaching others about the evils of
slavery. Once slavery was made illegal, I could speak about my experiences without living in fear
that I would be found and punished. I went into elementary and high schools in the North to tell
children about my journey out of slavery to freedom. After I married and settled in Boston, I taught
my own children as well so they would never forget where they came from. I will make sure they
have a good education so they can have a bright future that I had only dreamed about when I was
their age. My hopes for them are that we never forget that all human beings were created equal and
all have the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Now that my children are grown, I
think I am going to look up my old friend, Susan B. Anthony and get to work on granting those
same rights to

Lydia Diary Entry
"So what really happened? Why'd you do it?"
"I don't even remember killing her–"
"You know, Inquisitor, you got off lucky with the Mark and having your memories taken from you
then. Saying you 'don't remember' once when we're on the brink of the apocalypse is one thing, but
to say it again after you publically assassinated the Empress isn't going to win you any favours."
"If you don't believe me, Varric, then why are you here?"
The dwarf raises his hands in defence, "hey, I believe you, I'm just saying the rest of Thedas won't
take the amnesia reason so easily a second time. Some people still blame you for Divine Justinia's
death."
Lydia sighs and massages her temples. What has she gotten herself into now?
"Despite Varric's crude analogy, ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
She has spilt so much blood in the name of th inquisition, and now she has destroyed an alliance by
killing a friend. Should she not be punished for it?
"Look, Lydia. You are the Inquisitor – no, you're the frigging Herald of Andraste! You stopped the
end of the world. Everyone has been lining up to kiss your ass since the day you defeated
Corypheus. You can get away with this. Even if its just long enough so they can cool their heads and
thnk rationally."
Before Lydia has a chance to answer, she feels a sharpened point press to the back of her neck.
"Turn around, slowly." Sera's voice is serious, not a hint of humour.
Lydia does as she's asked, but she is glaring when her eyes meet with the elf's.
"Didn't I tell you 'never again', Sera?"
"Shut it, Lady 'Inquisitor'." Sera does not lower her bow, "You go and drink from the effing Well of
Sorrows and make a deal with some might–not–even–be–an–elven–god thing and you go and kill
the Empress of Orlais? I ain't crying over Celene's death but you, you cared about the alliance, then
you go and stab her and pass out? Just like that? You killed her and left us to clean up the messy bits
while you took a nap? What the fuck do you expect me to do when you wake up, huh?"
"I'm me,

Beloved Diary Entries
Dear Diary, How did my life become so complicated? I miss my brothers and Baby Suggs and I
miss when life was normal. I miss dad. I wish I knew him. Momma says he's coming but I
obviously know better than that. He hasn't ever been in my life, what makes me think he'd just show
up and want to be in my life now? I'm so lonely. I thought things would get better when Beloved
came. I thought she'd cure my loneliness. But no. Everything changed when she came. She's rude
and crude and is trying to steal my mom. Beloved is my sister, but she's definitely not acting like it.
She's acting like momma. She's been dressing like momma, talking like momma, and acting like
momma. It's freaking me out. I can't get away from it. I can barely tell them apart

Macbeth Diary Entries
We are here at Forres after Macbeth has been crowned King of Scotland. Though it is a joyous
occasion, I am considering the strange way in which the witches' prophecies had came true– though
i suspect Macbeth has ''play'dst most foully for 't''. I am yet again tempted by the other prophesy that
relates to myself of ''Lesser than Macbeth,and greater.Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none''and
I myself find this a tempting prospectof treachery. Wicked is what man is, but i will remain loyal to
Macbeth.Macbeth had invited me with great ceremony to the celebratory feast that evening he was
crowned king.I am weary and suspective of Macbeth as he questions much of my movement with
Fleance that afternoon. I really feel something ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
If I ever find out who has killed my loved ones, I will be the death of them or they be the death of
me. Macduff
I am writing this entry, sitting at a desk in Scone. I have recently witnessed my dear friend Macbeth
crowned King of Scotland. I am still in shock after the strange happenings of the past few days, so I
am not yet overcome with neither joy nor grief. I should be happy for Macbeth, yet I feel that
something inside me will not allow me to be so. These events, I fear, have not happened by chance,
but that something evil, something supernatural is at work. Macbeth and I felt immense pride, on
that fateful day as we rode, victorious, over the moor. We had just defeated the ghastly Norwegians,
though by uncivilized means. Macbeth rightly said "So foul; and fair a day I have not seen". Not far
into our journey, we came upon three weird sisters. They all hailed Macbeth Thane of Glamis,
Thane of Cawdor, and king hereafter. True, he was Thane of Glamis, but we were puzzled, to say
the least, about the other two statements. As I was intrigued, I questioned them about my future. In
reply, they told me that my sons would me kings, and that I would be "Lesser than Macbeth, and
greater". This confuses me greatly, for had they not just said that Macbeth would be king? Of
course, I chose not to believe these 'instruments of darkness'. Amazingly, minutes after the sisters
had vanished, Macbeth was announced Thane of Cawdor. We

Diary Of An American Diary Entry
Diary Entry One: I can't believe what I'm hearing. This can't be true. It's like some twisted joke
someone has to be playing on me. Before I go into detail, let me explain. When I got home from
school yesterday, I had a package sitting at my front door full of seven cassette tapes with no return
address or any explanation of what I was even supposed to do with them. I figured I would pop
them into my dad's stereo in the garage and find out; little did I know what I was about to hear
would change my life forever. I popped the first tape in, pulled up a stool, and pressed play. As soon
as I heard her voice, I felt my pink, warm cheeks immediately turn a ghostly white. It was the voice
of Hannah Baker, a girl who just committed suicide two weeks ago. We were just classmates.
Maybe friends. Maybe I even sort of liked her. I don't know, I never really got the chance to know
her. She never let me. Anyways, as I listened to her soft voice echo in the garage, she explained
what I was listening to. It was her recorded suicide note with thirteen stories, each on one side of a
cassette tape. Each story explained one person's impact on her decision to end her life. She
explained the process that these tapes were supposed to go through. "Number one: You listen.
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As I continued to listen to the first tape, I concentrated on her voice, listening to each syllable of her
words gracefully fall of her lips, sounding almost scripted. She began the first story, Justin Foley, a
senior who was Hannah's first kiss who spread rumors that they did more than just kiss. I paused the
tapes and figured I should use something more private, for fear that someone in my house would
hear. I knew that a friend of mine had a walkman, and I figured I'd be able to borrow it from him,
just for a night to listen to the tapes. I packed up the tapes and walked to his

Augustus Diary Entry
July 18, 64 A.D.
Dear Diary, It was a warm, clear night when it happened. I was sitting on the roof of our household
eating my evening meal, as I had done quite often in the summer. I was in a cheerful mood at the
time. I sat thinking about what a wonderful day I had had, and I thanked God for it. Gradually, I
began to notice a faint orange glow in the distance; quite far off but it was very bright. My instincts
told me something was wrong, but I could not think what it could be, as I had been tired from the
day's exploits. After all, there were many bonfires in the rich side of Rome where many of the
senators held parties. Still, I was not quite convinced, and the colour of the glow seemed unusually
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It was a horrible sight. Clouds of smoke and ash filled the air above the city; half of Rome had
already burnt down, and the fire was still going. The red glow looked fierce and deadly, for indeed it
was. We knew there were many people trapped inside the city to fall as helpless victims to the fire,
just like a prisoner in a flooding jail; with no way to escape. As I finish this diary entry, we are about
to head off again, for the town of Anguillara, which is no more than twenty miles away. Our family
is planning to find somewhere to stay there, possibly to live. However, one thing is certain; my life
will not be the same ever

Persuasive Diary Entry
October 28, 2015: Isn't it funny how some things you will always remember and some things you
still don't quite fully recall. And some things are a mix of both. It is those things, the ones that are a
mix of both, that are the big ones–the ones that are the most important. Take my situation. Oh man, I
hate life here. The worst part is that I don't even deserve it. I am innocent, I don't care what the
judge and everybody else thinks! I am innocent! My teacher used to tell us that we are to never, ever
say the word hate, and if we ever did, we were to stay in at break and write "I do not hate, I strongly
don't like" on a piece of paper fifty times! I'm sorry, Mrs. Halbert, but I hate that judge. He put me
here. He is the reason I'm in juvie. October 30, 2015: I'm sorry how I started that entry. I should
have told you normal things that are stated in an opening entry, such as how I got this ... Show more
A bunch of people were coming up to me and trying to make friends, but I was not in the mood.
That was going on for the entire first week and guards started to notice. I tried not to show it, but I
was mad! I wasn't mad at anything in particular, just the situation, so I kept ignoring the world.
Finally, the guard said that I needed to express my feelings, so he gave me this diary. That felt better.
Next time, I will explain it all. November 2, 2015: My name is Samantha McWilliams and I am
thirteen. I have one brother, Kyle, who is in grade ten. This is how it all began. . . . One day, I was
walking home from school with some guy I didn't even recognize. Now that I think of it, I'm not
even sure that he goes to my school. It is pretty simple actually, all he did was plant a pair of stolen
shoes on me. I didn't see any police chasing him, but they must have been, because the second he
left, they arrested me. He was wearing gloves, so the only fingerprints they found were my

Asperio Diary Entry
"We have joined together today to commemorate King Siberius Silver of the Western Clan and
honor our new king, King Alexander Silver of the Western Clan," The rain has soaked throw my
robes. I'm bombarded with the urge to writhe, but refuse to show weakness in front of my soon to be
subjects. "Do you pledge your loyalty to the Crown and our great nation of Asperio?" I mount the
podium and stare out at the millions of eyes trained on me. My whole life those eyes have watched
me. Never has the reality that one day I'd command where they looked dawned on me. All my life
I'd seen the world from underwater. Only now have I come up for air. It's refreshingly frigid. The
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The guards had recaptured my father's lion and constructed a makeshift gurney to carry the dead
body. It was subsequentially strapped to his lion's back to transport him back to the castle for proper
burial. A faint knock sounded at the door. If I couldn't have felt Major Kane's brain waves I
would've knocked the knock off to my imagination. "Enter," Once I heard the large Mahogany door
close, I looked up to warrant permission to speak. "My men have just returned from the mountains
in search of the assassin," he trailed off. I feigned a look of interest. I already knew there was no
assailant to be found. To be frank, I was rather irritated I'd need to exhaust so many resources to
search the mountains for a ghost. "There is only one thing to do, declare war." "Your majesty, is it
wise when Orscloe is known for its impeccably trained army?" "Can you not train our armies to our
skill them?" I inquired out of irritation an inferior had questioned me. He bumbled syllables around
his tongue in answer. "You should start immediately," I returned to my work. I still felt his brain, so
I used the gift the gods had given me to move his legs to my own agenda, out of my

Ishiguro Diary Entry
I didn't plan on writing this diary entry neither did I plan on remembering everything that happened
before I became a carer. It was my donors that made me look back at my life and maybe I needed
that, my past is a part of me. I'm Kathy and "I'm thirty one years old, and I've been a carer now for
11 years" (Ishiguro 3). This sounds like a long time I know, but they've been pleased with my work.
My donors have always ended up doing much better than expected. Their recovery process has been
great, even by the end of a few donations. This is the probably because I know when to comfort the
donors, when to just listen or just give them some alone time. Ruth was the donor that I had chosen.
Although, all our differences ad not gone away they weren't ... Show more content on
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Tommy said "[s]he was taking about...us what's going to happen to us one day. Donation and all
that" (Ishiguro 29). Not only that but apparently we weren't being taught enough which I found
oddly confusing. "There have been times over the years when I've tried to leave Hailsham behind"
(Ishiguro 5) but there came a time where I had to stop resisting. Maybe looking back on my life will
always be a memory that I share with myself now that I was a carer for Ruth; it reminded me about
things that happened back at the cottages. "Those early months at the cottages had been a strange
time in our friendship" (Ishiguro 126) Ruth and I would be bickering and disagreeing over all kinds
of little things. Just as much we would disagree upon things "[e]very night we would find ourselves
sitting side by side...exchanging our deepest feelings about our new life like nothing had come
between us" (Ishiguro 126) and that's something I don't want to let go. Now that I've grown up and
have been a carer for a long time, all the things miss. Lucy would say or do had finally made sense.
I think I've been rambling for long enough; anyways I got to get back to work, like Miss. Lucy said
our life was set out for

Mike Diary Entry
1794– this little boy had just turned 6, and to was celebrating his birthday with his parents and
friends, they lived in Florida and were big businessmen and woman, they were celebrating mike's
birthday in the harbor, where big ships come to deliver goods. Mike had always loved the ocean and
the sea, though he also liked animals of all kinds. He personally picked this place for his party.
How? Well, there were pictures of paces laid out on the floor and he was to pick which looked the
best to him. Now, his parents really did not like mike and were planning to send him to an
orphanage to be adopted by someone who actually wanted him. They were far too busy to give him
the care he needed and mike was ruining their image because he was not a formal child, he loved to
play in the mud and create things out of the trash. But, of course, they had to give him a good image
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He couldn't go home because he had lost his parents. When he realized that, he started crying, what
would he do without them? His parents heard his cry and led his to a boat. They let him go onto it,
which he didn't question because he wanted to. He thought his parents were only trying to help him.
But when he got all the way in, the door shut on him and the ship started moving with him on it. The
ship traveled on for 15 days with nothing for him to eat but potatoes. He was a smart boy so he
made sure that the potatoes. When the ride finally ended, Mike was taken out of the boat and put on
land, they told him to wait and he understood them. He also knew most people his age didn't know
how to talk and he saw this as a time to escape. He went into the forest and was picked up by some
furry paws and passed out when a branch scratched his neck to the point where it hurt to breath, and
he suddenly found that he couldn't cry or talk loud enough to be

Diary Entry Essay
Diary entry 23:
I don't know. I just don't know what I should do. Father says that I have to join the Sons of Liberty,
but I'm not sure that I want to. He says that they fight for a independence, freedom, and not having
taxes. I don't know much about taxes but, I have noticed that ever since they have gone into place,
we haven't had much food anymore. The conversation at dinner tonight got more tense than regular.
Father said that tomorrow night we are going to have to give up our beds to British soldiers. I don't
want to give up my room to our enemy. Father says that we also have to feed them as well. We
wouldn't have any food left. Father then said that we were either going to leave our house and move
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Actually, the city council has. They demanded that all boys from the age of 13 to 23 need to join the
Sons of Liberty, and that they are making that a law punishable by death. So, I guess I am joining
the Sons of Liberty whether I like it or not. The only reason that I know this is when I was in town
getting different goods, I heard the town meeting in the town hall. I was just getting in town when I
passed the town hall and heard a heated discussion. It was about the Stamp Act. All that I know
about the Stamp Act is what I have heard from spying on my parents. I could only hear bits and
pieces of the conversation, but from what I heard, the final paper item that hasn't been a part of the
Stamp Act has now been stamped. I heard them voting on whether they should make all boys and
young men join the Sons of Liberty and fight for our freedom from Britain and their taxes. Most of
the men in their, including Father, said that they agree with the boys and young men joining the
Sons of Liberty. I luckily got home just before Father so I could look like I had gotten all of the
goods and started on my evening chores. When my father got home, he called me inside, and told
me all that had happened at the town meeting. I looked surprised, even though I already knew all of
this. He said that he was going to take me into Boston tomorrow to

Diary Entry On Colonial Diaries
Dear diary, I have changed so much these past weeks It's crazy! Just at the ceremony I was a small
town girl in a small colony. Then I got picked for the testing and It all changed. I can't believe how
tall I've become in just a few weeks and how mature I've become now. I am not very scared of blood
anymore since all that time stitching up thomas and will. I hope thomas gives me some of the pills
so I can remember everything that happened but I also could write everything down on a
chalkboard. that would be a problem because they are so big. I hope I don't fail because that would
mean that I would either die or go to a different colony which is not my own. I also hope Thomas
passes so we can be together. Forever. I hate Will now that he

Diary Entry Analysis
Diary entry one: As of recently, life has been pretty difficult for our whole family. We haven't been
getting much money off the farm since prices on crops dropped. And, my mom lost her job because
the company wasn't making enough money to support its workers. She is unable to find a new job,
because the same thing is happening to a lot of companies in the same field, and she lacks
experience in any other job. I just really hope that things go up from here because we seem like we
have hit rock bottom and it is very difficult. Diary entry two: Since last entry, I have noticed that my
whole family has been more anxious and depressed. It's because we are so tight on money, it is
almost impossible for us to support and care for everybody in the

Gabriel Diary Entry
Entry #1
Earlier today the angel Gabriel came to me and said that I will have a child, and his name is to be
Jesus! Also he is to be born in a stable in swaddling clothes! I am not without fret however, because
under Jewish law, women who have children outside of marriage are executed by means of stoning.
I must hope God is on my side and that he comes through for me in the end.
Entry #2
While I have decided to tell my parents about all of this, I do not want them to be mad at me, so, if
they do not accept me, I will flee to my aunt Elizabeth, maybe she will accept me! But I can't just go
around assuming my parents won't accept me now. I must tell them and see what will happen.
Entry #3
My parents were appalled. At first they were confused, and then they realized that I could be stoned
to death because of the Jewish law. I feel like they cast me away from the family, ... Show more
By this time I have told Joseph, he was very skeptical, I didn't quite know what to say! I heard there
has been a census, so in a few days I must go to Bethlehem along with Joseph to register there.
Entry #7
The journey has been hard so far, I'm using my only resting time to write in here, so this won't be a
very long entry. We still have many miles to go! I hope we make it there in well time.
Entry #8
We did our census a few hours ago, right now we are simply resting from our trip. I am grateful for
this time to rest. Nothing much is happening other than this.
Entry #9
The time came for the baby to be born yesterday and I gave birth to the child, Jesus! It was strange,
lots of people that I didn't know came to see me, Shepherds, animals and even some magi. I am very
grateful that God has protected me from the laws of my culture and that we are now safe. We will
soon register Jesus at the temple, another long journey. But currently, I am thankful for all of

Odyssey Diary Entry
I am writing to you because I seek knowledge of your past. From what I know, as a young boy you
have been immortal everywhere accept your heel because you're mother Thetis dipped you in the
river of Styx, but held you by your ankle. Then when you turned 9 years old you're mother heard
new that you would be killed in the trojan war, dressed you as a woman, and sent you the Aegan
Island of Skyros. You were kept among the king's daughters, and then you soon left and joined the
Greek army. I. Your mother then went to the blacksmith Hephaestus who is Hera's son, and had him
make a sword and shield for you to hold during your greatest battles. The armor he made was not to
make him immortal, but to make him noticed by many people all around. When ... Show more
Paris then took her back to Troy. Menelaus heard and the ex–suitors of Helen made a deal with
Agamemnon saying that If the princess of Grease won that Menelaus would get Helen back and
Agamemnon would get Troy. Rumors have it that Odysseus the king of Ithaca, was sent on a
journey to find you and persuade you to join the war between the princes of Greece and the Trojans.
Odysseus was a great persuader , and with you thirst for adventure and glory, he talked you in the
joining the fight and you sailed for Troy. You took 50 ships, each carrying 50 men of your best men
from your private army, the Myrmidons. Is it true that Agamemnon and you had a falling out and
you withdrew from the conflict? and that the quarrel started after you had taken two women in one
of your raids? and that you gave one of the women to Agamemnon. But, the girl's father offered a
ransom for the girl's safe return. and that Agamemnon refused because the girl was a priestess of
Apollo, and that the god was unhappy with this decision and sent a plague to wreak amongst the
Greek camp. and that Agamemnon eventually gave back the girl, and to mourn the loss, he took
your woman from you? and without you, the Greeks were fearful of loss and the Trojans gained
confidence of winning from your absence, even reaching close to the walls of the Greek camp in
their attacks and managing to set a few Greek ships on fire. what was your thoughts when your great
friend Patroclus begged you to re–enter the war or at least allow him to lead out the Myrmidons in
battle? and when you agreed was it hard to give him your armour made of gold, silver, and enamel,
and the graves were of shining tin and army? and why did you make him promise only to engage in
defensive action and not pursue the Trojans back to Troy? To my understanding you killed Troilus
and were very smitten with Priam's daughter Polyxena. Priam decided

Macbeth Diary Entry
hi my name is malcolm, elderly son of king duncan and newly appointed prince of cumberland and
next in line to be king of scotland. when my dad got murded i didnt kniw what to do. nobody
thought i was ready to be king because of how i am. once it hit me that i was going to be king, i ran
as fast as i can and thought everything will play out just fine. after i ran away i met with mcduff and
had a talk with him. i gave him a speech because his family just died. im thinking in my head that i
am not ready to be a king.
when i heard about my fathers death i was shocked and confused as on why anybody would do that
to my father. that night when everybody has heard of my fathers death, macbeth started to act
strange. so i go speak to my brother about why macbeth is giviing these speeches and donalbain my
little starts getting suspicious. my brother and i are shocked and have so much greif that night. the
next day i need to know who killed my father, i couldnt just sit in my room sad and thinking about
something thats killing me inside. ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Ross a friend from scotland come over and i greet him and stand there as i hear the great news that
scotland will stand by my side and fight macbeths tyranny. kniwing that macduff wasnt in great
conditions to fight i encourage him to use all that anger he has bulit inside of him against macbeth.
knowing both of us lost people that we loved the most, i believe that we would make a great team
and use our anger against the man that killd my father. someone that tht was a great

The Firebird Diary Entries
William Nolan
Mrs Proctor
September 10, 2015
Honors English 2
The Firebird It was dark at the castle; Not a soul was awake. As the wind blew, the castle itself was
snored. Nothing moved but a dark form on the fortress wall. It was a boy. Climbing over the wall,
the prince sneaked to the open attic window. With the guards sleeping at their posts, it was child's
play. Agile as a squirrel, he darted into the attic. Inside the room beheld the Firebird, a majestic sun–
eagle of gold. Withdrawing the Firebird, the boy stared at the pure golden cage, coveting it. A name
was engraved on the handle, genommen*. Though the prince was warned against stealing it, his
hand inched towards the cage then darted to grab the handle. As soon as he touched it, trumpets
blared ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
His rage dissolving into curiosity. Prince Ivan explained "It is known through Russia that my father
has a golden apple–tree, bearing golden apples. One day he discovered that someone was stealing
his golden apples. My father was enraged and sent his guards to catch the thief. But they were quite
unsuccessful. "The tsar was so upset at the loss of his golden apples that he lost his appetite too. My
brothers and I tried to console him, and my oldest brother told him that he would guard the orchard.
And so he did Although he arrived there quite early in the evening, he saw no one. I suspect he lay
down and soon fell asleep. Next morning my father asked him how he fared in the orchard. My
oldest brother skillfully lied and told my father that although he did not sleep a wink, he saw no one.
"The following night the tsar's second son went to secure the orchard. But he too slept all night, and
next morning he lied his father telling him he had seen no sign of a thief, although he also had never
closed his

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