Dialogue Essay

“Ginny, Nelly, and Lissy, come downstairs at once! I have someone who I wish you to meet!” Mother called from downstairs. Ginny sighed and rolled out of bed. She hated when her mother woke her up by yelling; though she hated it when her mother woke her up by shaking her. Frankly, she just hated it when her mother woke her up. Ginny looked at her sisters and saw they were being just as sluggish as her. Neither of them seemed either to drag themselves out of bed. “Now!” Mother called from…

A man flings his shovel, takes a deep breath and sinks his knees into the sand. Next, he inserts a rusted key into a gold-plated slot of a deteriorating wooden box. Click. The man wedges his fingers underneath the latch of the chess then begins to raise the lid. A hinge begins to squeak when a ray of golden light reaches the man’s eyes. A pile of riches sits before him. He looks up at the horizon carved by sand dunes and promptly closes and latches the box. The man grunts as he lifts the…

Okay, so storming out on Giles and Spike probably hadn't been the best idea. Deep breaths weren't working, Buffy felt cornered and trapped, and betrayed. Slayers slay and Watchers...sabotage? Lie? Poison you? Make you feel delusional, like you got all the bad parts of destiny, and none of the good? Giles had been stammering after her; Buffy could still hear the swing of the library doors over Giles' repeated calls of her name, and all his English pleading. It made her feel sick to think…

Math Morals By Kelly Anne “Brrrrrrring,” went the school bell. The crisp air on the playground felt amazing. I didn’t want to go inside. The big trees surrounding our playground were just beginning to change colors and the slides, swings, and giant field were all calling my name. “Come on Jay!” I grabbed my backpack and jogged into our school. I briskly walked to the classroom. Miss Fisher hates it when I’m late. “Hey man!” Jordan called out. “Hey Jordan,” we high-fived. I strolled into our…

Eagerly looking forward to that, Edward leaned back in the chair, once again holding onto Harry's hand, all the while trying to avoid looking at and hearing the noises of the machine which would decide his husbands fate. The next four days passed by slower than Edward thought they could and much to the dismay of everyone, Altum Somnum proved to be mostly ineffective. No real signs of improvement were found until bloodwork taken the fifth day after the discovery of the poison showed that finally…

In Plato’s five dialogues we often hear about this interesting figure of a man named Socrates. Who is he? Socrates in the first dialogue, Euthyphro is being charged with the crime of essentially questioning everyone and everything and thinking that people who say they are wise are not actually so. As well as being a maker of Gods while not believing in the old Gods. Socrates says that Meletus (the prosecutor) thinks “he is corrupting the youth” and that he wants to get rid of the old people…

In Berkeley 's third dialogue, Hylas discusses the implications of the first two dialogues. Berkeley expands upon self knowledge first. Philonous states, “I do nevertheless know, that I who am a spirit or thinking substance, exist as certainly, as I know my ideas exist. Fatherer, I know what I mean by the terms I and myself.” Even though, Philonous states the words myself and I, he does not explain to Hyas what they actually mean. However, Philinois does share what the mind is and, states…

He didn't know what to expect when he confessed his feelings for Johnny, but the Boss certainly never dreamed of suddenly being grabbed and a pair of lips crashing down on his. He was surprised, but managed to mold into the kiss and even participate, moving his lips against Johnny's and grabbing the front of his suit. He knew Johnny was well-built from years of bro hugs and impromptu wrestling matches, but now the Boss was experiencing Johnny's body in a whole new way. He grabbed enough control…

Knee's scrabbling in the dirt, and his chest heaving, Oxenham felt the bile rising in his throat, mingled with the bitter taste of alcohol from the previous evening's soiree as he reacted to the sight of the mangled woman. Why had he agreed to come here, what had he expected? In the back of his mind were the reasons he'd explained to his lover, but right at this moment, they seemed a distance away. It had only been his ego talking, yes let's go see a dead body, it'll be fun, and a way to prove…

Timmy slowed his breathing. His knees dug into his chest, as he curled up in fetal position in the small dumbwaiter situated across from the kitchen, where Lynda was. Timmy held his breath, and peered through the hole in the dumbwaiter, looking directly at the kitchen door. He saw nothing; Lynda was nowhere to be seen. As if on cue, a hand punched through the drywall dumbwaiter wall and grabbed Timmy by the neck of his shirt, slamming his face against the dusty material. As Tim struggled to…