The Assassin - Original Writing The rain gently pattered against the black BMW windows, parked against the think forest. That’s where he took refuge until it was time. His square jaw clenched tightly in anticipation. His cold, iron eyes pulled a mysterious attraction, almost daring to join its pain, happiness and anger. They promised danger, adventure and warned you at the same time. His jet, black hair, spiked in any direction and his slight stubble gave him a youthful look, however experienced. He groped for his brief case, on the backseat of the car, and made his route towards the small hill. Maybe if he left the car doors locked it would be easier for him. It was nearly time. He pulled his feet out of the mud. It took tremendous effort to simply walk a few meters distance, as the mud sucked his feet in almost instantly and let go resentfully with a loud smack. The dark grey sky reflected off the puddles, which trickled into the lower areas. The main feature of this depressing setting was the silent, gigantic house towering over the once beautiful flowers and green lawn. Its windows looked more like depressed eyes and the usually orange walls looked dark and murky. The brick driveway had murky water seeping through the cracks, leading to where the two Mercedes took shelter unsettled by the weather. He clicked open his briefcase and neatly laid out a cloth. He was almost prepared as he clicked the pieces together. Usually the silver Ferrari would have been detected with its rumbling but the sound of the engine was drowned by the pitter patter of the rain. As it turned the corner, into sight, he was unnerved by the slightest time change. The Ferrari turned sharply into the driveway, spraying the puddles on the side of the driveway. Another difference he noticed from her usual daily schedule was stopping at the gate to get her mail. The woman parked her Ferrari untidily next to the two Mercedes and turned off the loud music, then the heater just like every other day.
The author illustrates the “dim, rundown apartment complex,” she walks in, hand and hand with her girlfriend. Using the terms “dim,” and “rundown” portrays the apartment complex as an unsafe, unclean environment; such an environment augments the violence the author anticipates. Continuing to develop a perilous backdrop for the narrative, the author describes the night sky “as the perfect glow that surrounded [them] moments before faded into dark blues and blacks, silently watching.” Descriptions of the dark, watching sky expand upon the eerie setting of the apartment complex by using personification to give the sky a looming, ominous quality. Such a foreboding sky, as well as the dingy apartment complex portrayed by the author, amplify the narrator’s fear of violence due to her sexuality and drive her terror throughout the climax of the
America’s well-being was shattered on November 22, 1963, the day of John F. Kennedy’s assassination. Although authorities arrested Lee Harvey Oswald as the president’s killer, a multitude of citizens in our country believe a conspiracy was involved, and that Oswald was not the lone assassin. The film JFK encompasses facts that support conspiratorial actions being part of JFK’s assassination. These facts support a disparate opinion and gives viewers and movie characters the chance to formulate their own opinions instead of blindly following that of another. In JFK, Oliver Stone displays certain events in different perspectives in order to prevent blind following from inattention.
The assassination of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, the 35th president of the United States marked a tragic historical moment in American history. The president was fatally shot by a sniper while traveling with his wife, Texas Governor John Connally, and Connally’s wife in a presidential motorcade at 12.30 pm on Friday, November 22, 1963. JFK was pronounced dead shortly after rushing to Parkland Hospital, where a tracheostomy and other efforts failed to keep him alive. Although Lee Harvey Oswald, a former United States Marine was convicted of the crime, the purpose behind the assassination remained inclusive as Oswald’s case never came to trial as he got shot to death two days later by Jack Ruby, a local nightclub operator in Texas. The assassination raised many questions and theories concerning the murder. As Oswald’s motives remain unknown, many scholars and investigators yearned to find the key to this mysterious crime, and came up with plausible theories searching for motives behind the assassination. While some straightforwardly blamed Oswald for the murder, claiming Oswald’s personal motives as the cause and supported the theory of the Lone Gunman, many developed more critical theories concerning conspiracies connecting the involvement of Cuba, Russia, the Central Intelligence Agency and the 36th President of the United States Lyndon B. Johnson. The Warren Commission was established by President Johnson to exclusively investigate the assassination. The Commission published a detailed report and concluded that Oswald acted alone. The deficiency of the Warren Commission’s evidence to support its theory along with the cordial relationship between JFK and the CIA refute both the Lone Gunman theory and conspiracies involving the CIA in...
Eventually the US saw how unpopular Diem was and it is speculated that America played a role in his shady assassination. With help from the US, a military group came to power in South Vietnam.
The assassination of JFK changed the direction of the cold war , due to the popularity of JFK and the violent nature of his assassination, which led to multiple conspiracy theories and depression for americans.
John F Kennedy was the 35th president of the United States Of America. He's considered one the best Presidents ever. He did many things in his presidency before was assassinated in November 1963. He proposed the Civil Rights Act, and he commanded the U.S like no one has ever seen before. John F Kennedy's death changed America forever. It caused conspiracies, sadness, and many other things. Even today his legacy of a U.S president is one of the best, even though he couldn't have it for so long. He impacted American Society in a huge way.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy, or JFK, was the 35th president, and first president of the sixties, from 1960 through 1963. His term was unfortunately, was cut short, because he was assassinated by Lee Harvey Oswald. Kennedy was the youngest president who had been elected at the time. While in office, JFK oversaw the Cuban Missile Crisis. When JFK was assassinated, his vice president Lyndon Baines Johnson became the 36th president. Even though LBJ was the 36th president, he was the 37th vice president. Successes of the sixties were tremendously due to the presidents of the sixties.
corner of his eye he saw a dark figure cross in front of his car, He
Imagine sitting in your cozy home, watching TV, and all of a sudden there are bright headlights where your TV is supposed to be. This actually happened to someone because of a role- playing game called ‘assassin’. ‘Assassin’ is a brutal game where high school students participate in a 2.5 week mock- shooting with water or nerf guns. The teams pool in $20 a team and the winning team wins the pool of money. Students should not be able to play the role- playing game, assassin because it creates confusion with the police and law, it is dangerous to the players and people around them, and teens could be tempted to break laws while playing the game.
In this book, Alex Cross, a detective, is chasing a killer called the mastermind. The mastermind decides to pursue Alex Cross and his family. Alex Cross attacks the case with everything he has, but the mastermind always seems to be one step ahead. That is when Alex cross begins to suspect it must be an inside job. In this journal I will be questioning, evaluating and predicting.
*a frosty drizzle on Orient and Kennedy, New Jersey* Bullets ring out into a distant fog. Every hood has stories. Fact for fantasy, the poet's license creates annals in time. Every stroke of the pen, another soul born. Universes surge through inter dimensional space, pulsating within microcosmic precision. I see the Earth. A human goes by. By focus of my mind, I glimpse his shadowy figure. Military tactical down to the kevlar vest, black cargo pants tucked loose into no tread combat boots, and google glass shades; decoding the entire street, he looks around to browse for witnesses. A shotgun barks in the distance. Snapping into his draw, the hooded assassin readies his sidearm. Laser sights thumb through fog with patience. Two surgical shots,
The assassination of Malcolm X was unjust because he was a civil rights leader, and increased the popularity of the Nation of Islam (NOI), however some people thought he stood for violence. Malcolm X was born May 19, 1925. His dad died when he was about six, and his mother was announced insane and was checked into a mental hospital. He was thrown in jail when he was 21. During this time he decided to read and reflect on his life. It was also during this time when he was introduced to the Nation of Islam. After he got out he got really involved with the NOI and the civil rights movement. Malcolm X was very educated, a fantastic public speaker, and a stronger leader. However, some people had some negative thoughts about him. They thought he was
and blow out its fire. He absently noticed the flawless shape of the vehicle. The car looked like it had just been driven out of a showroom, which it probably had. The bumper was slightly dented, but even it looked like a dimpled chin.
I peered around through the rain, desperately searching for some shelter, I was drowning out here. The trouble was, I wasn’t in the best part of town, and in fact it was more than a little dodgy. I know this is my home turf but even I had to be careful. At least I seemed to be the only one out here on such an awful night. The rain was so powerfully loud I couldn’t hear should anyone try and creep up on me. I also couldn’t see very far with the rain so heavy and of course there were no street lights, they’d been broken long ago. The one place I knew I could safely enter was the church, so I dashed.
Madge is frightened. Up ahead, there is an accident where a motorcycle is down and a familiar face, Bob the gas filling attendant, is limping across the road. Bob asks Madge to help him stand the motorcycle back up. The reader may think that Madge has a way out of the situation with Bob’s help. The man thought to be Eunice, now tells Madge that he is actually Mr. Tabor. He says he is going to go help. Then Madge feels a sign of relief. The author describes the scene. Mr. Tabor tells Madge to drive away, and she does. She hears a noise, and the reader knows that Bob got shot. Madge drives off as quick as she can to her husband. She is so frightened that she couldn’t tell him until the next day what she experienced. They returned to town. Madge’s husband said that Mr. Tabor was at his desk at the mill, and Bob, the gas attendant, was not at the filling station. Bob told his boss the night before that he was leaving. Madge’s husband returns to tell Madge that nothing happened, but Madge and the readers know what happened. The author uses suspense to keep the reader’s attention and interest. In the end, Mr. Tabor is the one who helped take out the women killer, but the readers may have thought that he