Extraterrestrial Disaster "Let's go, hurry up before the plane leaves!" Daryl said. Daryl Burns was a CSIS agent, a middle aged man, who had a flattop hairstyle, short stubble beard, and was wearing a tuxedo, living in Toronto. He had his badge tucked into his vest, his S&W pistol tucked into his back pocket, and his taser in his front pockets. He, was here with about seventy other CSIS agents, because forty minutes before they entered into the airport, they got intel that the notorious murderer, Hank Baker was last seen entering the airport. "Okay, two agents, per airplane, I want you to check the plane that you're assigned to, top to bottom, up, and down, corner to corner, I don't care how long it takes, if it's the last thing you do, we …show more content…
An old man approached him, the old man had a fringe of grey-white hair around his balding, mottled scalp. He had a wrinkled face and a back slightly hunched, and with a grunt, he grabbed Daryl, like a baby, and carried him to a handmade hut. As he gently placed on torned old mattress, “Hello, young man, my name is Thomas Miller, who are you?” the old man made clear. Daryl slight moved up, looking, and seeing his partner Ronald, in his sleep, the master mind criminal, squinting, the man who “helped” Bill, and two other men, who were all in very bad shape. “Burns, D-Daryl Burns” Daryl answered, “Oh, well Daryl” Thomas said, while stitching up Daryl “I know this may frighten you but..” He grabbed a piece of paper, with a drawing on it, the drawing was, a disgusting revolting spider-like creature with claw like teeth at the bottom and top of the mouth, also the, left, and right side, six eyes, and with many more revolting features, Daryl took a deep breath “W-Why would you show me this why?” “Because, you have to know, to help me, and them to get to the boat, and out of here” He replied “What? What Boat?” Daryl
Shortly after takeoff D.B. Cooper handed Flo Schaffner, a flight attendant with less than 2 years of flying experience, a note. Schaffner immediately stuffed the note in the pocket of her uniform incorrectly assuming it was a come-on from Cooper a room number to his Seattle hotel or his telephone number. Noticing this Cooper later told her, “You’d better read that. I have a bomb” Cooper then gestured toward the briefcase he was carrying on his lap. Schaffner soon share the note with fellow flight attendant Tina Mucklow. The pair showed the note to the cockpit Capt. William Scott, First Officer Bob Rataczak, and Flight Engineer H.E. Anderson. Captain...
All spring and summer the townsfolk spoke about the three bodies that had been found, mangled and slashed. Now, had the three men headed the warning and stayed away from the old man’s house they would still be alive. Instead they were tempted by the greed in their hearts for the money the terrible old man was said to have possession of. This drove them to enter through his gate and knock on the door. They believed that because he was an old man, he would be feeble and week, making him an easy target for
Even though the message in “Oklahoma Bombing Memorial Address” by Bill Clinton and “A Quilt of a Country” by Anna Quindlen are both about coming together as a community and helping each other, they differ in that in “Oklahoma Bombing Memorial Address,” Bill Clinton was telling the listeners and victims to stay strong after their federal building was bombed. Whereas in “A Quilt of a Country,” Anna Quindlen was telling them to love the people they live with, and not hate them because of events from the past. On the other hand, both messages are about coming together and comforting each other in times of tragedy. The tragedies were 9/11 in “A Quilt of a Country” and the Oklahoma Bombing in “Oklahoma Bombing Memorial Address.” Quindlen feared that people would turn against each other, but it was crucial that they stay together. However, Quindlen was trying to convey that we should always be united whether there’s been a tragedy or not, and Clinton was trying to convey that we should stay strong and support all the relatives of the victims in Oklahoma.
The 11th day of September, 2001 was not just any ordinary day. It was an annihilating day for both me and my country. That day symbolized the burial of my grandfather, who died the week prior. My grandfather, played a fundamental role in my life. He encouraged me both spiritually and educationally. This is also the day that the Islamic terrorist group Al-Qaeda decided to attack the United States. They achieved the attack, though the hijacking of four planes; this caused the complete destruction of the Twin Towers (North and South) of the World Trade Center located in New York City. The terrorist group was also responsible for the partial collapse of the Pentagon. They did, however fail in their attempt on attacking the United States
The Oklahoma City Bombing was the worst terrorists act on American soil until the September 11th attack in New York. To some, it was a normal day dropping their child off at daycare and heading up the elevator to their office, but little did they know, that morning would haunt them for the rest of their lives. The Oklahoma City Bombing, caused by Timothy McVeigh who was sentenced to death, led to a new outlook for Americans on terrorism.
At first I thought we were right, our nation fought to stop the spread of communism but in reality, it wasn’t. Day by day we send more and more soldiers and spend more money to keep the war going on, but did it really accomplish anything? No, just pointless deaths of our soldiers and the civilians in Vietnam. Our young boys could’ve become another lost generation like Germany had during World War 1 if the war kept going on. The bombings in Vietnam accomplished nothing as times where more civilians have died than the Viet Kong. My struck my heart even worst was the My Lai Massacre and may have scarred me and my family forever. We fought to “stop the spread of communism”, but were nothing more than savages. Our soldiers killed nearly 500 innocent civilians; men, women, children, and infants all brutally mutilated.
This short story revolves around a young boy's struggle to affirm and rationalize the death and insanity of an important figure in his life. The narrator arrives home to find that Father James Flynn, a confidant and informal educator of his, has just passed away, which is no surprise, for he had been paralyzed from a stroke for some time. Mr. Cotter, a friend of the family, and his uncle have much to say about the poor old priest and the narrator's relationship with him. The narrator is angered by their belief that he's not able, at his young age, to make his own decisions as to his acquaintances and he should "run about and play with young lads of his own age ..." That night, images of death haunt him; he attempts make light of the tormenting face of the deceased priest by "smiling feebly" in hopes of negating his dreadful visions. The following evening, his family visits the house of the old priest and his two caretakers, two sisters, where he lies in wake. There the narrator must try and rationalize his death and the mystery of his preceding insanity.
not on the outside. All I wanted to do was find someone, get a story,
For most people, becoming a parent is one of the greatest moments in their lives. I never understood the true meaning of love until I became a father. Little did I know; I would also learn the tragedy of loss.
The narrator wrestles with conflicting feelings of responsibility to the old man and feelings of ridding his life of the man's "Evil Eye" (34). Although afflicted with overriding fear and derangement, the narrator still acts with quasi-allegiance toward the old man; however, his kindness may stem more from protecting himself from suspicion of watching the old man every night than from genuine compassion for the old man.
All of my life, until I was eighteen years old, I didn’t understand the concept of grieving. Grief just hasn’t been something I’ve ever had to experience before. Because of my lack of experience I had no understanding of what grieving felt like. All of his changed for me on July 29th.
There are many social problems that exist in the world today, which includes but do not limits to self-identity and racism. However, they somehow go unnoticed because at times people conform to what society thinks is the way to live. In my opinion, people believe they should act or feel a certain way because of what is broadcast on television, featured in magazines, and even brought into the limelight by celebrities. After viewing the movie Crash, in my opinion, the movie targets on going social problems that are constantly being swept under the rug to this present day. I deem Crash a race movie because it forces the audience to question their own moral values.
Narrative Essay It all started my sophomore year of high school. People always tell you that when someone knocks you down, you should always get back up and keep trying. I had this mindset at the beginning of my sophomore year, but I ended up letting a teacher knock me down to the point where I did not get back up for a couple of years. I never expected my second year of high school to go so awry.
How many times have an average person flown in an airplane, did people ever think what the world would be like without them? Airplanes have provided people with opportunities to go all over the world to experience different cultures and places. They also create jobs for many people which contributes to how they boost the economy. In conclusion, they appear as a more clean way to travel, helping out the Earth. The airplane was one of the most important inventions due to it creating jobs, creating easier cultural access, causes economic boosts, and created less pollution than most means of travel and also has an interesting history.
Last year I got involved in a massive car accident. It was the most terrified part of life. It was the moment. I will never forget in my whole life. Before, I never realized how people really feel when a car accident happens.But,after this car accident I know what really it felt like. It was the moment. My mind was totally feared of driving. I was crushed by the hot metal and cold dirt of car. I was not feeling my arm,my body was numbed.It was felt like my lower body pressed down with monster force. All I could feel was the noise of car accident ringing in my ear.I was barely able to move my body. I was kept thinking. What my parents going to think about this? Where is my friend John? I looked through the window and saw the cars passing by