Frank Jason LeBron curled his finger slowly but purposefully around the trigger. He could hear the echo of police sirens as they drew closer and could not help but feeling nauseous at the intense smell of asbestos that resonated from the factory interior. The sun was blazing down on him through the windows that were slightly ajar and slowly beads of sweat dripped off his lush black hair onto his angry looking face, which had many scars. He was a miniscule man with a scarred face and a crooked nose yet he had an aura of invincibility and strength. Gazing through his cold grey eyes he could vaguely make out the terrified look on the face of Dudley Dexter, as he lay slumped out of exhaustion in the corner of the warehouse in his blood stained tuxedo. “Bid D” as he was affectionately known was clutching his left arm, which probably had been broken; during the beating, he had endured earlier. Frank had always wondered what he would do when he eventually arrived at this situation. Would he be able to pull that trigger? Would he be able to end a life? The colossal question that still was unanswered, did he deserve it?
LeBron thought back to all the times in that place of horrors and torture that they call Dunford Correctional Facility. If only the world knew, what heinous crimes were perpetrated inside those walls? Many of the inmates were of high ranking in terms of a security threat. They were all there for crimes they never committed. Many inmates were there on charges of murder, the main cause was lack of accountability and corruption. It became common knowledge that the judicial system was substandard. Frank LeBron believed that the prisoners were tools of the politician’s propaganda. The people were sentenced to imprisonment ...
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...fantry units outside. They were preparing to come in and use brute force if necessary. Frank picked up the gun and pointed it purposefully. His finger began to push, BANG! He was dead and the task over! Blood began to gush out the wound that ripped through the torso of the mighty “Big D”. Frank Jason LeBron collapsed to his knees in a heap. Surprisingly he didn’t feel happy or relieved on the contrary, he felt disgusted with himself.
Meanwhile outside the infantry burst in after hearing gunfire and they began pouring out cartridges of bullets on the man on his knees in the room. The bullets began to pierce his body as each one began to shred pieces of his flesh like paper going through a paper shredder. The warehouse became a blood bath and a gruesome end for everyone and a huge indent on the blood-filled pages of history.
It was over!
Miles opened his door and got out of the car. The Bonewoman, insane with fear, and resting her rat gun on the sill of the upstairs window, took aim and fired a .22 bullet that entered his skull an inch above the left eye. She had vowed to herself as she had watched the singing, chicken-killing soldiers drive away in their jeeps and trucks that she would murder the next man who set foot in her yard. Into the mud beside the yellow Mustang, Miles fell backward, dying. (Page 275)
Person vs. Society: Frank must learn to cope with the people who are unforgiving of his mistake and think he should receive further punishment. It is difficult for him to hear negative remarks and ruthless comments for strangers saying he should have greater consequences, even though he is paralyzed for life.
This quote shows Dr. King?s opinion on going to jail. King knows that he was
The researchers sent soldiers to retrieve the prisoners. They were shocked to see that one prisoner had ripped his own flesh off and killed him self soaked in a pool of blood.
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).
“The bullet smashed Anders’ skull and sloughed through his brain and exited behind his right ear, scattering shards of bone into the cerebral cortex, the corpus callous, back toward the basal ganglia,
On the gridiron he played receiver and scored nineteen touchdowns in his first year of Pee Wee football. He would soon move in with his coach, Frankie Walker, after he learned of LeBron nearly dropping out of school. After moving in, he won his elementary school’s attendance award. The Walkers also had him doing chores with the other kids; this little settlement molded him into a responsible kid. “Walker also had a positive impact on LeBron’s basketball. Among other things, he taught the youngster to shoot with his left hand.” It is safe to say Walker was a big contribution to Le...
In front of them was Orson. He looked badly beaten to Gilbert. Trunk rushed over to him, followed by Gilbert. Gilbert surveyed the area around, there was a crowd gathering in closer, curiously. Trunk caught Orson before he hit the ground. His face was bloody, one eye already puffy. A stream of blood flowed out of his nostril.
A turning point is when your life turns around. These stories are good examples of turning points “Dragonwings” by Lawrence Yep, “Eleven by Sandra Cisneros, and Middle school loneliness. All of these Characters from the stories are struggling in their lives.
“Sports do not build character…. They reveal it” (John Wooden). This quote by the UCLA coaching legend, John Wooden, best describe LeBron James and particularly in the 2010 off season. There was month of speculation about this event that was going to become a nationwide headline. The decision of whether the number one basketball player in the country would stay in his home town of Cleveland or opt out to go to another team such as the Chicago Bulls or the Miami Heat. This type of programming wasn’t necessary at all because every off season, there are hundreds of transactions made throughout the league, and sports programs, such as ESPN, made the NBA look like it revolved around LeBron. After “the decision” was made, a lot of criticism followed around LeBron because he left his hometown to chase a championship and because of the show itself. In an article to ABC News, ...
One of the worst things about war is the severity of carnage that it bestows upon mankind. Men are killed by the millions in the worst ways imaginable. Bodies are blown apart, limbs are cracked and torn and flesh is melted away from the bone. Dying eyes watch as internal organs are spilled of empty cavities, naked torso are hung in trees and men are forced to run on stumps when their feet are blown off. Along with the horrific deaths that accompany war, the injuries often outnumber dead men. As Paul Baumer witnessed in the hospital, the injuries were terrifying and often led to death. His turmoil is expressed in the lines, “Day after day goes by with pain and fear, groans and death gurgles. Even the death room I no use anymore; it is too small.” The men who make it through the war take with them mental and physical scarification from their experiences.
Everyone has a story, a pivotal moment in their life that started to mold them into the person they are today and may even continue to mold you to the person that you will become, I just had mine a little bit earlier than others. When I was three years old my brother became a burn survivor. It may seem too early for me to remember, but I could never forget that day. Since then, I have grown, matured and realized that what my family and I went through has been something of a benefit to be and an experience that has helped me in deciding what I want to do with the rest of my life.
“I love you.I love you too.” Those are the words I will hear my parents say to each other every morning. Up until my seventh grade year , my life was pretty close to perfection. My parents would wake my sister up for school. We would wake up early in the morning to pray as a family.After prayer, my Mom will make breakfast. My Dad would gather my sister and I to set the table , then we would eat as a family and day would get started. Dad would go off and drive to work. My Mom would drop my sister and I at school then she would go off to work. Everything slowly started to change once I got to middle school. My Dad didn’t start coming home to till really late. I never really went to sleep. Occasionally, I would look out my
I was in my final year at high-school. I was only seventeen and the pressure of knowing that the outcome of school results would determine my whole life ahead finally got to me. I snapped. One day, in the absence of my parents, I ran away from home, hoping never to return.
My father is a mathematics teacher and everyone presumed that I also have a bright mind like my father. But the truth was quite bitter. Even though I was brought up with all the facilities a child could get, still I was an average student. This was my parents’ deepest despondency. I was a student with good knowledge and memory, but my indolence always dragged me to average standard.