It was so easy. You were so easy. To manipulate, I mean. A broken leg, a flat tyre or a lost dog. I played on your sympathy. That's what I loved about you, your kindness and your willingness to drop everything for someone else. I loved that. Loved. As in I used to love that about you. Now I can't love anything about you. Anything at all. Because this is the story of why you died. More importantly why I killed you.
I first saw you in the local store in a nameless town. I remember that day so clearly. You looked remarkably beautiful with your emerald green eyes. Those mesmerising eyes captured my soul. 5:17. 5:17 was the first time I saw those eyes but certainly not the last. I'd never seen you before, so your beauty stunned me. I watched you
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I waited for you. All I could picture when I fell asleep was your eyes. Those eyes. You weren't my first obsession. There were many girls like you in the past. My therapist says that my obsessions have resulted from a life of loneliness, as well as my OCD. These girls would never know who I am. They would never question that man walking in the same direction as them or eating at the same restaurant. Because I watched from afar. It was my hobby. Some people have plenty of hobbies, harmless hobbies. My hobby was you. But you were different. I felt more for you than I usually did with other girls. My fascination with most girls lasted for no more than a week. But I spent all hours of my day thinking of you. Nothing could distract me from your face. Permanently printed inside my head. I didn't watch from afar, I stopped at nothing to find those eyes once again. That store became my home as I sat there all day staring at the door waiting for you to come in. Until one day you …show more content…
You let me stand there and do it. You let me kill you! I killed you and you did nothing. Because you didn't know what to do and you definitely didn't expect that someone would kill someone like you, on a day like today and on a street like any other street. Instant regret. Instant regret is how I felt when you stopped breathing. When I realised that you would never open those soul-catching, emerald green eyes again. You deserved better. You deserved so much more than me. You deserved a life with happiness and a life that lasted a lot longer than 25 years. I killed you because you didn't love me back. It was selfish. I was selfish. How could I expect you to love someone like me. I would've ruined you. Hell, I did ruin you. I had to punish myself because if I didn't someone else would. I wanted my own punishment. A punishment where maybe, just maybe in another life I could apologise for everything I did to you. And there was only one thing that I would have to do to make that
to take revenge, in that process I will kill another person whose family will want revenge; then
The sentencing of underage criminals has remained a logistical and moral issue in the world for a very long time. The issue is brought to our perspective in the documentary Making a Murderer and the audio podcast Serial. When trying to overcome this issue, we ask ourselves, “When should juveniles receive life sentences?” or “Should young inmates be housed with adults?” or “Was the Supreme Court right to make it illegal to sentence a minor to death?”. There are multiple answers to these questions, and it’s necessary to either take a moral or logical approach to the problem.
The “Man I Killed” takes us into the Vietnam War and tell us about a soldiers first time of killing another individual. The author describes a Viet Cong soldier that he has killed, using vivid, physical detail with clear descriptions of the dead mans’ fatal wounds. O'Brien envisions the biography of this man and envisions the individual history of the dead Vietnamese soldier starting with his birthplace moving through his life, and finished with him enrolling in the Vietnamese Army. O'Brien also describes some of the dead soldiers’ hopes and dreams. The author uses this history in an attempt to make the dead man more realistic to the reader
being “a person who loves has no obligation to continue loving” (pg. 5) and uses this
In the novel, The Things They Carried, the chapter The Man I Killed tells the story of a main character Tim who killed a Viet Cong solider during the Vietnam War. The author Tim O’Brien, describes himself as feeling instantaneously remorseful and dealing with a sense of guilt. O’Brien continues to use various techniques, such as point of view, repetition, and setting, to delineate the abundant amount of guilt and remorse Tim is feeling.
Sometimes in our lives, someone whom we care about and trust ends up betraying us or acting in a way that feels like a betrayal. We feel hurt by their actions and wonder why they would do such a thing, asking ourselves what we had done to deserve it. Then things go one of two ways: either we forgive and forget or we feel the need to take revenge; we want them to feel the pain we felt and understand what they’ve done, although ultimately, our vindictive actions only serve to hurt us further.
Since I was little my favorite thing to watch on TV would be murder shows that where based on true stories. I would stay up all night watching these shows. Most of my friends found it weird but I felt like this is something that keeps me from being naïve to this world we live in. I was thirteen around the time. So by now I had watch almost a thousand murder shows and I thought I had heard it all. Well I was wrong. This is a story I would never forget. I remember it because it was hard for me to believe that something so horrendous could not only be committed by someone young but to innocent people.
Has there been any abilities that has helped in life? Well maybe that someone might need to use them for a job, or even for living day to day by paying bills. There is a story called First They Killed My Father, and the main character Loung Ung who is the author talks about her life. She is talking about all the difficulties she has gone through like she has to move out of her home. This is all happening in 1975, with the Pol Pot Regime. The Ung Family, in the book First They Killed My Father, has special abilities that helped them live their life in the camps. Some of the members of the family had more of the abilities than the others. The Ung Family, and some other families survived mostly because they were using the abilities they had. In the memoir, First They Killed My Father by Loung Ung, the author explores the
...etween true love and the need to be loved. I needed to be loved. I needed to feel loved, so I stuck with him until I realized what I was doing. I had never truly loved him. He was only satisfying my need for security and hope. Once he failed to do this, our relationship could not survive.
Sometimes when I feel sad, Kenzo is the only one who puts smile on my face. I think that dog is a human best friend. By having an animal, we actually are learning how to care about someone. I think that everyone should have a pet, especially families who have children. Moreover, looking at Mr. Brown’s video made my think about my own childhood and the games I used to play and it also made me think about how games have changed through the years. I knew that playing is important for the kids, but I never thought that it can actually improve our survival skills, and the ways we live our lives.
The definition of revenge: “to punish somebody who has harmed you or harmed a friend” (Revenge, web).
8:50 am, and was shouted at by Mrs Robinson. It was 23rd June 2000. I
I have had someone say that to me way back in middle school, even to this day I still have that need to hurt that one person. I never step down from a fight, I'm a fighter. Strong and powerful, I have no fear. I'm a leader, my bite is a lot more painful than my bark.
Michael Sanders, a Professor at Harvard University, gave a lecture titled “Justice: What’s The Right Thing To Do? The Moral Side of Murder” to nearly a thousand student’s in attendance. The lecture touched on two contrasting philosophies of morality. The first philosophy of morality discussed in the lecture is called Consequentialism. This is the view that "the consequences of one 's conduct are the ultimate basis for any judgment about the rightness or wrongness of that conduct.” (Consequentialism) This type of moral thinking became known as utilitarianism and was formulated by Jeremy Bentham who basically argues that the most moral thing to do is to bring the greatest amount of happiness to the greatest number of people possible.
I stood there in amazement. A tingle surged throughout my whole body. It was a rush of excitement I had never felt before in my life. When my eyes hit her angelic little body, they froze and I couldn't think or acknowledge anything else around me. The world seemed to stop, hold its place in time, just for that perfect moment. While she slept I stared at this precious little angel. My hands quivered as I slowly reached down to touch her little fingers and feel the softness of her skin. I ran the tips of my fingers very gently across her smooth face, and right away, I fell in love. Then my brother said, "I can wake her up so you can hold her." I was ecstatic, I was finally going to meet her! As I held her, I stared into her gorgeous blue eyes and knew instantly that I would love and cherish her forever with all my heart.