I knew that it was going to happen to me. I didn't know how or when. I just knew it was going to happen. When I walked into that dreaded mansion, I knew my enemies would want to give me a punishment worse than death. I didn't know what it was,unfortunately. After I opened the oaken doors, I quietly strolled into the banquet hall. Upon seeing my presence, the leader spread his arms out and welcomed me as if we were old friends. It was obvious he was concocting a way to kill me. His teeth never ceased to show when he looked at me. Apparently, he was in an elated mood. I sat down, staring into the ice blue eyes of my murderer. His servant poured a bottle of the richest wine. The wine glass had a oil-like substance hovering over the top of the fermented grape juice. The leader ushered in the servant, whose platter contained six wine glass filled to the halfway mark. I distinguished that one was filled with a toxin, no doubt. However, I maintained my composure, keeping my enemy under the impression that I was uninformed. After the glasses were bestowed, the leader raised his glass, declaring, “To our newly-born friendship!” Those among his company raised their glasses to the same cause. I, with no intent of appearing scornful, rose my glass as well. The party partook of the wine, myself included. As soon as I imbibed the first few drops, my stomach started to cause me great pain, giving me cause to double over. The leader rose from his seat to see my feeble state with a satisfied look upon his profile. I asked, “Do you happen to have a bathroom nearby?” The leader guffawed, then grabbed a steak knife, appearing to be about eleven inches. I rolled to my right side, but my assailant walked over to where I previously lay. He dropped the ...
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...grab my clothing, so I stuffed my wallet, my phone, and a set of fresh clothes into a duffel bag. I heard a set of footsteps advancing toward my door. I looked in alternative directions for a means of escape. Miraculously, I saw a fire escape sitting outside my window. Behind me, I heard a knock on the door. I knew I had to think fast, so I rushed the window open, climbing out rapidly. I heard the door burst open with a tremendous amount of force. Soon, I reached the roof of my building. Taking a quick time to breathe, which was just enough time for the police to rush toward my location, I rushed to the edge of my domicile, only to look down seventy feet at an alley, ending with nothing but pavement and a dumpster bin. With despair, I will always play back this scene and with the sound of guns shooting towards my direction. Desperately, I jumped off of the apartment.
My studies show that the patient’s actions during my interview with him were unusual, he was oddly calm about explaining in detail what he had done to the old man. I asked the defendant why he would do such a thing as killing the old man. He tells me the old man never did him wrong, “I knew what the old man felt and pitied him” (Poe 204)., it was the eye that tortured my patient. “a pale blue eye...my blood ran cold...thus
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them. To make me die with a restorative."
It was September 19 around 3 o’ clock and I was arriving to the Fontana Police Department on Upland Street. I was dressed in all black with my ironed dress shirt and pants, and my shiny polished black shoes following the dress code they had given me. It seemed like wearing all black was a bad choice because the weather outside was very hot. That day it was 96° Fahrenheit. When I got out of my car to go into the police station I realized that my whole back was full of sweat. It looked like I had just done the ice bucket challenge, but without the ice cold refreshing water. I walked into the main entrance of the
It felt like years. Every so often a rat would come up and i would catch them and eat them to survive. I felt myself becoming very very weak it became difficult to even open my eyes every day. I was sure I was going to die, I could feel it. I started thinking what would have happened if I would have just accepted my fate, and burned to death by the closing firey walls. I would have died faster that is for sure. I would not be suffering so much. I decided it was time to sleep once again so I layed down on the board and said to myself “I am never getting out of here” then I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. I was later woken up by a conversation above. “How long ago did you close the walls?” The French General asked. “Well sir, it has been about two weeks” Bob explained to the General. There was a long pause and then the General asked “I mean are you sure he is dead?” They must have walked away cause I could not hear them any longer. Once the voices faded away I thought for sure I was going to die down here. I lost all hope and immediately regretted not allowing the walls to crush and burn me to
Your vocal chords tightened, your breath hitches. The light of your cellphone is the only outlet that keeps you from being fully enveloped by the darkness. Aggressively, your heart thumps in your chest. The tremor in your entire body is violent as footsteps moved through the dark. They move closer and closer until they halt in front of the stall you had occupied. The moment you open your mouth to scream for help there is an abrupt, loud, bang. The force of the impact was strong enough to shake the walls of your stall. You squeak in terror, the surprise has you drop your phone. The device, still lit, slides under the opening of the door. Muddled as your thoughts were, you swiftly crouched down to reclaim it. Your fingers extended, nearly grazing
Kneeling on my apartment floor, I held the phone up against my ear and frantically cried for help. She laid in a puddle of blood with one of her wrists slit open. I screamed her name and begged her to stay awake. The paramedics barged through the door and lifted her on the gurney, while I remained on the floor in a complete state of shock. My roommate had just tried to end her life. Police officers bombarded me with questions, but I struggled to answer them because all I could do was continuously replay the event in my head. After I finally managed to explain my side of the story to the authorities, one of the officers accompanied me to the hospital where I sat by my roommate’s side awaiting her parents’ arrival.
My friend’s mom worked for the sheriffs department, so she called and I filed a report. Guess what they made me go back home. Yes, they sent me back home, because I was consider a run away. Therefore, for a week I was brutally beat for telling the secret of our family. That week was the week I wish I was dead. I prayed every night for God to take me away. I was grab by my neck and slammed up against the wall and released as I slid down the wall. A nail caught my back and ripped my skin ...
Do I want to make myself a laughingstock by letting my enemies off scot-free? I must go through with it. I do realize how terrible is the crime I am about, but passion overrules my resolutions. It’s worth the grief. You could not hope, nor your princess either, to scorn my love, make a fool of me and live happily ever after.
As I was driving down the road I saw red, and blue lights going off behind me, so I turn on my turn single and turned to the side of the street and parked my car. I saw the police officer getting out of his car and started to walks towards me, my hands were getting all sweaty and clammy, my stomach was in complete knots and I couldn’t figure out if I was going to vomit, or just pass out. I heard a knock on my window, and I rolled it down.
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.
...ent, Gertrude, Laertes, and Hamlet are all dying. Suddenly, Laertes announces that Claudius was behind the plan, and Hamlet grabs the poisoned sword to stab Claudius and forces Claudius to drink the wine to kill him.
I angrily slammed my food tray on the floor and said get out. The marshal who had helped save us had just arrived and as he came in he got his gun ready to fire. I told him he had murdered my parents and my sister. The marshal just laughed and then with a boom out came a bullet straight for my head. I ducked dodging the bullet. Then from the back entrance came another man holding a hammer, he reluctantly fired at my head until he knew for a fact that I had lost my memory.
As I heard the gun shots outside the glass window, I ran terrified behind the old, brown couch in our living room and hide myself there. My heart beating increased, and currents of panic and fear ran through my body. I made an effort to connect my shivering hands and started praying, hoping that my mom and siblings were safe since they were out buying some groceries at the store that was five blocks away from our house. Fortunately, nothing happened to my family, they got home within an hour later after the shooting was over. Minutes later after their arrival, a neighbor came to our house warning us to stay inside the house until the police announce that things were back to “normal”. I was six years, and living in a neighborhood where there were daily confrontations due to gang violence and rivalry wasn’t easy. However, my family and I aimed for something better, and that meant moving to a new country, starting from zero, struggling economically, and gazing into my parent’s heartbroken expressions every time they couldn’t afford a new pair of shoes for me.
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.
We receive a panicking 911 call regarding a major house fire with three occupants trapped inside on the second level. I run into the garage and jump into my heavy boots, jacket, and overalls; I began to hear the big fire engine start up and the garage door raise up. I quickly jump into the big truck with my gear and we take off. We exit the driveway and I hear the sirens go on. Racing through the through the busy intersections and streets I see thick smoke rising into the air from a distance. We arrive to the neighborhood where the burning house and trapped people are. As we pull up there are already other fire truck and homeowners watching the burning house in horror.