Bullets were flying by. The abandoned house was being shredded by the bullets. Me and my partner were behind a big metal pipe. All I could hear was loud explosions of guns and as the noise died out and it sounded like he had left the building, my partner peaked out and got shot right in the chest.
I am so hungry. It’s 5:32 am right now and and I haven't eaten since I got up at 4:00. Maybe I’ll stop by at a donut shop and pick up a cup of coffee and some donuts. My partner has the day off today so I have to camp out here and be lonely on the side of the street. It's dark out on the road except for the occasional street light. Every now and then I see a car drive by. It's pretty deserted out here. There has been no calls on the walks talky
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Later that day I heated up some dinner and filled out some paperwork. It's lonely at my house, I have no one here to talk to. I go to bed around 7:30 pm and get up at like 4:00 am. I like my job it gives me things to do and it gives me action, it's not so boring sometime. The next morning I woke up and drove over to work. For breakfast I got a coffee and a breakfast burrito. When I arrived at my office I looked at my email and it was filled with reports of several missing kids. My partner was at work today and I went over to talk to him. He said that he got reports of them too. So I went to go over to look for that house down the road from the gas station because maybe it had some hints of kids being somewhere. Also maybe I can find the guy that stole the money from the cash register. After about an hour of walking around in the woods, I finally found it. It was an old worn down house with bars in the windows, cracks in the walls, and a broken front …show more content…
He pulled his gun out and shot about three bullets at the wall. The wall was thin so the bullets tore right through it. My partner had showed up and he broke open part of the wooden wall behind the house with the back of his gun. That caused a distraction for me and the guy shot at my partner. Luckily he missed and my partner came running around the house and met up with me behind the wall. We both were shooting at him and then we realized he could shoot us through the wall. We quickly got up and ran outside to a broken metal pipe in front of the house in the woods. He was reloading while we were running so we didn't get hurt. The man took cover behind a wall next to the front door. Me and my partner went back at it again shooting the guy trying to hit him in the leg so we could bring him in. He was shooting back at us. The sound of guns firing and bullets flying by sounded like a war of hundreds of men. Me and my partner reloaded our pistols and leaned back on the pipe. The sound of guns firing was gone now and it was completely silent. My partner peaked out and he got shot right in the
In “Beyond the Shot”, Sergei Eisenstein breaks down cinematography and defines his concept of montage. With the emergence of cinema comes new modes of theatrical expression not possible in stage plays. Although Eisenstein “shifted his attention to film, hoping to find an art form capable of a more thorough-going realism” (Eisenstein, 35), what he finds is merely a new method at defying positivist realism. Positivist realism being the idea that sensory experience filtered by rational thought creates the laws through which the world around us operates. In some ways, cinema allows for realism.
“The Sniper” is a short story written by Liam O’Flaherty that was released on January 12, 1923 in an issue of a weekly socialist publication, called The New Leader. It’s a very easy read with a surprise twist at the end that I felt complimented what the author was trying to convey about civil wars. I enjoyed reading this story because of its militaristic and subtle political theme. It shows what humans are when conflict stirs. A huge downside to civil war is brought to the surface with this story’s surprise ending. I would recommend reading this because I believe it really shows the true nature behind wars and the effect it can have upon humans involved in wars. Being threatened for your life, a human can overcome unsurmountable feats with critical thinking and wit, but it’s not without its downfalls as this story shows.
I saw the open plains while our pickup truck chugs down the road, when gunshots disturbed the peace a few hundred meters away. We stopped our car and hopped out of it, when immediately my teammate got shot from behind us. I whipped around full speed and put two shots into the enemy player’s military level helmet, killing him quickly. My remaining teammate and I ran further into the map as an electric blue border slowly caught up to us. As it passed us I saw the white health bar on my screen tick down one hit point out of 100 every 2 seconds. We dashed to the compound north of us and took medical supplies since our health is lower than desirable. Following that, my teammate and I ran towards the compound, I saw an enemy right in front of me cresting the hill, the enemy player and I reacted at the same time and aimed our rifles at each other, and with a few quick shots I knocked him down.
I am so tired of the sickly platitudes: “our thoughts and prayers are with the families of the victims.” And I am sick to death of the rationalizations: “guns don’t kill people; people kill people.”
got very angry and started shooting. They fought for two hours, but eventually fell short of
Today I have to wake up at 3:30 am in order to be at the factory by 4am. Then I found out that my mother had a cold over night and I have to look after her and do all the washing, cooking and cleaning. By the time I got to the factory it was 4:30. And when Mr. Bob sa...
Gun control is one of the biggest debates that America is currently facing today. The reason why this topic concerns many Americans is because of the crime that is related from it. FBI data shows approximately 70,975 homicides were committed in America from 2006 to 2010 from various different types of firearms (Wenzel, 2012). That 's 14,195 on average per year homicides from firearms. Only 9,075 came from knives and other sharp objects, which equate to about 1815 homicide a year. Firearms are the number one tool being used in America for homicides. But even bigger than this, suicide rates reached over 19,000 casualties in 2010 from firearms. Firearms have a 90 percent success rate compared to poison, which is only 30 percent (Center for Disease
Novelist and short story writer, Liam O’Flaherty grew up in a village on the western coast of Ireland. He was a good student when he was young, and when he grew older, he enlisted in the British Army. Later, after enlisting in the army, he began to write stories while he was in the war. Many of Liam O’Flaherty’s short stories about war, have become very popular throughout the world. One of his greatest, most popular stories, “The Sniper” has some of O’Flaherty’s experiences of being in the war. The short story, “The Sniper”, was published in the London paper, The New Leader, on January 12, 1923. Liam O’Flaherty was a World War I veteran. He wrote most of his stories while in the war. The stories he wrote, became very popular after the
but I saw there were already at least fifty applicants in front of me and I realized I was far too late to have any chance of getting the job. So I walked into the local bar and had a drink, and I soon got drunk. I can't really remember it. very well, but after going out I went home and fell asleep.
This man has reached a level of intense anger all because he saw two men kissing. “Witnesses said he fired relentlessly — 20 rounds, 40, then 50 and more. In such tight quarters, the bullets could hardly miss. He shot at police. He took hostages.
8:50 am, and was shouted at by Mrs Robinson. It was 23rd June 2000. I
I stood there just staring I could not move. Every time I moved o\n took a breath I felt him getting closer. Quickly, I had to do something but I did not know what. I feel like he has a gun or a weapon but I do not know for sure. I was 5’4 and 87lbs., and this guy had to be at least 6’9 and 250lbs.. There was no way that I would win in a fistfight so I just had to sit there and hope he would not see me hiding. I decided to run, I got shot in the leg.
My fingers curled around the trigger and my shaking hands brought the barrel of the gun to my forehead. The fact that this was the end brought me a sick and twisted feeling of relief. I shut my eyes and pulled the trigger. The boom of the gunshot echoed through the park. I opened my eyes in disbelief realizing the bullet had not injured me.
...s outside and we ended up waiting for and hour for him to come back. I was going to flip out and tell my mom I wasn’t going to do this and that we should just leave and come back tomorrow but I remembered this essay and my goal of becoming more patient. So I put on my headphones and I went for a walk to find my cat, when I finally found him I was so excited for myself, I really felt like I accomplished something.
A little later that night someone entered my garage, which was so conveniently unlocked. They first rummaged through my dad’s van outside and I think they stole his coat, a tape and a few rolls of film. They also sifted through my mom’s car looking for something to steal, only to find a few motivational tapes. Surprising enough they passed those including one on "Getting Rid Of Guilt." When they got into my car however, they decided to take most of what I had. They stole my CD player, taking part of my dash with it. They also took most of my CD collection and the liner to my new Columbia coat. They even took my flashlight. They then vanished as quickly as they had come.