This is not a disclaimer in the sense of who in their right mind could possibly consider placing my name on the top of the list as the one person who could save the entire planet from being invaded from aliens or outright destroyed. It was all true and I was even shown the list of names of the ten men chosen and all except one had a line through it. Yes-sir-re, there it was on the top line and in bold print no less. It was the name that my momma stuck me with in all its glory. In my mind there was still hope that there was another list and someone had mistakenly placed the last list on the top of the stack. I would even understand that they hadn’t look through all the names that come before mine in the alphabet. When they placed …show more content…
How could I not when I had the best time of my entire life and I was the only one in the room she wanted to dance with me. Oh well, it was time to look for the exit or the closet window. At least a window with no one near enough to stop me from diving through and ending this perfect day. Unfortunately I was in a box with a two way mirror and sitting across a government agent who had me kidnapped me off the street like some spy movie. This included the black bag over the head, the handcuffs, and tossed in a van full of people with automatic weapons. I know what he wanted, but I had other ideas. We I might as well get this over …show more content…
You might as well move on to the next person. I’m sure they’ll just love the way you ask for help.” “I say we shoot him for treason and…” said an angry voice over the intercom from the dark. “I guess they picked you up before you got to second grade. You might want to look up the word treason and have someone sound out the letters and explain the definition. Hell, you can’t even find a traffic ticket with my name on it. as far as I’m concern, every last one of you who are involved with this mess is looking at kidnapping charges, unlawful incarceration, terrorism, and a crap load of other things that should have you afraid to pick up the soap in the showers for the next fifty years. Then and again one of you guys smell of lilacs.” When I heard a female clear her throat and cough a few times, I raised an eyebrow. “I believe we have gotten off on the wrong foot.” “If I wasn’t handcuffed, I want you to take a guess where my foot would be right now. Oh, and I want all of you to think about something as you cut me loose. If I were to agree with this drug induced hallucination, what kind of retaliation would you expect would fall on every last son-of-a-bitch involved
war, "I never figured out what you guys who got me into all that trouble were saying." In
handcuffs on him and put him the backseat of the cop car, and we all waved as they drove away”
Son, after I’m gone I want you to keep up the good fight. I never told you, but our life is a war and I have been a traitor all my born days, a spy in the enemy’s country ever since I gave up my gun back in the Reconstruction. Live with your head in the lion’s mouth. I want you to...
Son, after I'm gone I want you to keep up a good fight. I never told you, but your life is a war and I have been a traitor all my born days, a spy in the enemy's country ever since I give up my gun back in the Reconstruction. Live with your head in the lion's mouth. I want you to overcome'em with yeses, undermine'em with grins, agree'em to death and destruction, let'em swoller you till they vomit or burst wide open Learn it to the younguns(449)
“I know you di’nt, but we gotta get out of here or you're gonna get shot.”
me no and with this answer she explained “ I’m sorry sweetheart, but not this time. I really don’t
Son, after I'm gone I want you to keep up the good fight. I never told you, but our life is a war and I have been a traitor all my born days, a spy in the enemy's country ever since I give up my gun back in the Reconstruction. Live with your head in the lion's mouth. I want you to overcome 'em with yeses, undermine 'em with grins, agree 'em to death and destruction, let 'em swoller you till they vomit or bust wide open (Ellison 430).
Jessup: I don’t want to deviate from your train of thought de jour, but I know how all you purveyors of infinite wisdom abandon these sites after one day. So that being said, do to circumstances beyond my control I wasn’t able don’t respond to your admonishment of Republicans use of "freedom," "liberty," etc.” yesterday.
Identity-“Ones personal qualities.”Identiy is something only he or she can fully define. My uncle says I am affectionate,cheerful, and calm. My grandmother sees me as slim, pretty and sweet. My dad described me as perky, cheerful and happy, my mom says beautiful, gentle, and self-conscious. These adjectives describe me accurately, yet they are only abstract versions of me. Adjectives cannot begin to describe me and I aknowlege these descriptions for what they are, a condensed translation from my outward self to the world. It is impossible for anyone to understand me completely because nobody has experienced the things I have. My mother has never cherished a raggedy doll named Katie and my father never spent hours upon hours making collages and scrap books for his future children. My uncle never hid in the back of a pick-up-truck and traveled four hours to New York and my grandmother has never walked hours in the rain looking for the Queen of England. My identity is something only I can define.
“I drew a beam on him, remembered what Atticus had said, then dropped my fists and walked away.”
When we got to the jail I got finger printed. They also took my picture for a mug shot. They gave me an orange jumpsuit and showed me my room. Now I lay on this uncomfortable mattress thinking. I really don’t regret killing Mr. Boddy. I was going to be here regardless. I figured I should go to sleep. After all I was going to have some time to think tomorrow. I'm going to be stuck here for the rest of my life, but at least I'll live with no
How did this happen?” “I don't know man, we got a call from her neighbor about 3 hours ago and then it got crazy from there.” Jerry responded “ Then why haven't you sent in anybody to subdue the maniac?” “Because none of our officers are equipped to take down a hostage situation like this.” “Well why are you just standing here then?”
“Are you all crazy? What’s wrong with you? Are you making all this at this time of night because you have no manners, or because you’re just stupid? Are you trying to turn my mistress’s house into a noisy bar? Is that why you’re squealing out these ridiculous vulgar songs without lowering
“Mr. McClellan, you will be late if you do not leave in forty six seconds,” rang out the house’s helpful voice. We do this every morning and I’m never late, I thought, it’s starting to get annoying. After hastily kissing my wife’s cheek, I stepped into the cylindrical tube that teleports me to work every morning. This morning had been like any other. Log my fingerprint to show that I arrived at work. Grab a coffee and get looked at strangely because I don't eat Soylent. The only different thing was the secret service agent standing front of the CIA’s seal. It was seal next to my office door. I could tell he, I believe his name is Jim, was waiting to talk to me. I walked closer and as Jim leaned in, his breath warm on my neck, and told me the
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.