Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away… There was a city named Nyan City. There, lived a small society of the legendary Nyan Cats. They were the fiercest warriors of Carnia. Well they were the fiercest warriors until lord poptart died by warfare against the Waffle Cats.The Waffle Cats were strong warriors that show no mercy. After that war the Nyan Cats lost all hope. Poptart was their strongest warrior, idol, and supporter. Without him they were hopeless. They admit defeat that day to the waffles. All there was left to do was watch their great leader die by the hands of the waffle leader, lord Syrup. One stab in lord Poptarts chest, piercing his heart, the sword visible from the other side of his body. The sound of swords clanking …show more content…
Zack was a tall nice kid with all nyan features, such as, gray fur, long tail, poptart body and other cat looks. “Bojour, today’s special is Mac ‘n Cheese!” Zack’s mother explained in a french accent. “Yas!!! I love Mac ‘n Cheese!!” Zack answered. “Hehe… Oh no, honey can you go check if the laundry outside had dried?” Zacks mom asked. Zack nods his head and heads out the door. “Thank you hon.” His mother says as she flies a kiss. “Laundry laundry, laundry… Oh there it is!!!” Zack says as he points to a line of laundry near a well. He rushes over to it.”hmm.., looks fine to me.” Zack says as he feels the clothes.”hmm…What’s this well for? There’s, um nothing in it.” Zack explains as he looks down the well. Then suddenly Zack delt smething, as if something were tugging him into the well. He got closer and closer to the well, until, he reached fall point.”Uh-oh, that’s not good..” As soon as he spoke he found himself falling down the well. “AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” he screamed. It was a long way down. Zack knew it was the end for since there was no water at the bottom. Falling, falling, falling… still a long way down. Then at last he reached the
He just turned and left without a word. I touched Lennie’s grave. The rough touch of the wood deflecting to my fingers. I walked back to the ranch. Everyone was asleep. I wanted to run away tomorrow but I couldn’t let this chance pass up. It also prevented any chance of Candy following me. I tiptoed out of the room and went straight to the woods. I made sure to mix myself in with the shadows of the trees. I saw the river and It felt like I did it...until I felt something grab me by my neck. I quickly got flipped over and pushed to the ground.
A man carrying two revolvers and two 9mm semi-automatic handguns calmly strode into the Dunblane Primary School. Two people quickly spotted the firearms and tried to tackle the man; he shot them and left them wounded as he continued his journey down the hall of the school. Finally, the man reached his destination: the gym, where a class a kindergartners were having P.E. In the gym, he pulled out the guns and started picking off the five-year-olds one by one. The room was splattered with blood as young children broke like porcelain dolls under the power of the gun. The blood continued to flow, but the intruder did not stop; he took careful aim to make sure he didn't miss. The final insult came when he shot the teacher who was shielding kids with her body. Once he killed her, he killed the kids she was protecting. When he finished in the gym , he turned around walked out, shot at a class as he walked down the hall and walked out into the courtyard. In the courtyard, the killer ended the ordeal by taking his own life (Pederson).
Guns have been apart of my life for as long as I can remember. When I was about six years old my dad came home one day and took me into the back yard. He told me he had something for me and that I needed to be vary careful with it. After I agreed to only using it while he was there to make sure I used it safely, he gave me my vary own BB gun. After a quick safety lesson it was time to start shooting, I had even drawn a target onto a cardboard box. After a few years of shooting and a few thousand BB’s later my dad took me out on my grandparents ranch. After a more serious talk about safety he gave me my first real gun. It wasn’t anything special just a little bolt-action .22 caliber rifle but it was a real gun. My collection of guns has grown over the years but I still shoot that .22 rifle to this day. Since I was younger I always wanted a lever action rifle. So when I turned eighteen I started looking to buy one. I though it was going to be simple just find a lever action and buy it, but as soon as I began to search I realized that it was not that simple. I saw that there are multiple different types of guns from all different time periods. I know the basics about guns but I do not know the details of their history.
There is an appalling, despicable lack of gun control in the United States. In my opinion the manner in which the issue of gun control is approached in this country is bordering on criminal negligence in and of itself. The insanity surrounding this controversial issue is taking the Second Amendment to the Bill of Rights in the United States constitution way too far. I ask myself this question, could the Founding Fathers of this amazing country have possibly envisioned a world in which teenagers could casually walk into a classroom, pull out a loaded pistol and cold bloodily murder their teachers and fellow classmates? I think not. I would posit that these fine men, these symbols of American liberty and democracy would turn in their graves if they could see how their words, their intentions, were manipulated and grossly misinterpreted, to serve the purposes of those who pretend to be protecting the rights of their fellow American Citizens. On the contrary, it is my belief that they, the politicians, are recklessly endangering those whose rights they claim to be protecting. The Government needs to take a hard, honest look at the tragic loss of life that occurs in this country due to gun shootings, both intentional and accidental. The government needs to assume responsibility for this outrageous situation and realize that gun control in the United States needs to be Federally regulated, sooner rather than later.
Crime has been the issue since the beginning of human government. The question, how does one reduce crime? - has pondered the thoughts of many. The solutions comes in all forms. One of these being gun control. However there is a problem with gun control. Whether it is a law abiding citizen or a criminal, they will end up with more guns. The British in 1776 lost a war against one of her colonies, now known as the United States of America. It started over the taking of arms and ended with men baring arms. The fact of matter is, gun control does not work.
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.”
In response to the many shootings that have transpired, Barack Obama has been discussing how to prevent them. He claims that signing an action will protect the people from gun violence. Furthermore, he believes that this action will hinder guns from getting into the hands of the men, women, and children that abuse them. In his speech, “Remarks on Signing 23 Executive Actions to Reduce Gun Violence”, Barack Obama applies pathos, logos, and biased language to lure the audience into feeling that the 23 actions are deemed necessary in order to protect those they love.
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
Gun Control in America: I do not believe there is a need for more gun control in the United States. Gun control is strict enough. Gun control law is designed to impose legal measures to license, control, or restrict the ownership of firearms by members of the public. By strengthening the gun laws, you are only hurting the average citizen who has the right to bear arms. They should do background checks for any mental illnesses, past criminal activity including petty crime, and whether or not they contribute to the community.
The NRA argues that the Second Amendment of the U.S. Constitution guarantees individuals the right to own and carry guns. They are concerned that federal regulations will continue to increase until owning a handgun will be difficult to achieve, infringing on their Constitutional rights. They also argue that if law-abiding citizens have guns, they are safer from criminals, bringing crime rates down.
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
Kamrin Jones Mrs.Bigler Comp II The Fight for Guns I’m going to take about a topic that has many things that can be viewed either way and a problem that exists right now and has existed in the past. That topic that I’m going to talk about is strictly about guns. There have been many shootings that have gone on lately this year not to mention many years in the past that have led up to this point.
Guns have a long history in the United States. Guns are used for self-defense but they are also used for hunting. Since guns are a part of the American culture, it is almost impossible to get rid of all the guns in the country. However, by training people how to use the guns properly, give people the right mental care, and limit the people who can have guns could stop school shootings in America.
“Do we really have to stay?” Zack asked precariously. “I mean, we could try to outrun the storm. We have done it before.” “No Zack, we barely survived that incident. I will not go through that again.” I shot back in response. Then the sound occurred again, right above our room. The sound seemed to follow me as I adventured the house. “Do you hear that too, Zack?” “Hear what?” he replied. “Nothing. Nevermind.” I hesitantly said. As the night came to a close, I crawled into bed and began to drift off into a deep