A Short Story Of A Vigilante

Have you ever got into a fight with a family member? Then it ends and the

Tick tock. Tick tock. The blue-rimmed clock hung up on the wall was nearly resisting fall. Shattered glass scattered upon a Persian rug that has not been cleaned for months, were outlined with red. The dark panelled floors gave no comfort with their creaky squealing, I had a feeling that floor could give away at any moment, further rushing my investigation. Maroon couches were damp with a liquid I chose not to ponder, maybe the body was thrown around, I wonder. The flower print curtains dulled the light that escaped inside, I need to see what I can

I, Deputy Grant told dispatch to get in contact with the Billie Joe Anderson from Casey General Store and get more information. I told them to find out the unknown woman 's name, (if known) what she was driving, whom she was with, and what she was wearing, as well as any other information the cshe could remember.

It all began with a phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds upset.”As long as I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie. Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walked out my front door with all the enthusiasm of a man going to stand before a firing squad.

They told me that they would have to call their director because I couldn't speak with anyone until their Director was notified and gave them autorization. I waited while they were calling their director. Dr. Marche Fleming-Randle was on scene and told them she was going to call someone to help us. Dr. Marche Fleming-Randle had somebody else make a phone call. They then handed the phone to the staff on the second floor. There were three staff members from the second floor. They passed the phone around and each of them talked to whoever was on the phone for awhile. There were also staff members from the 4th floor that came downstairs with us. After the staff hung up the phone they told us that we could speak with whoever we needed. I asked them if there was a Destini Price on their floor. They told me they didn't have anyone by that name but they had a Destini. I asked if they had a photo roster and described the person that I was looking for as a light skinned African American female that was short, chunky, and had a flat top. They told me that was Destini Pugh. They showed me a photo of her and one of the staff members from the 4th floor went and showed Kendrionna which she confirmed that was the female she was talking about. The staff came back to the second floor and told me that Kendrionna confirmed the picture. The staff went and got Destini and told me she would bring her to the lounge. A short while later, the three staff members from the second floor and Destini came into the lounge. I identified myself to Destini. Officer Albert was present to and he identified himself to her as well. I explained that she wasn't in any trouble and that there was a fight on the main campus and she might know some of the people that were involved in the fight. I told her that there were a bunch of people fighting and someone said

It’s 5:30 in the morning, my alarm is ringing. I get up quickly, my hearts racing. I think to myself, “Today is the day I’m leaving for Fresno, for WBA Championships (Western Band Association).” I eat breakfast, pack my things and say goodbye to my family. I arrive at Logan to meet up with the rest of the band. Walking into the band room was like walking into a cemetery, everyone looks dead. We all load our luggages and suitcases on the bus, we are all seated now and roll is taken to make sure everyone is here. The bus driver, who to me was one of the most hilarious people I have met, began the turn on the engine and I feel the bus rumble as the engine started. My eyes felt heavy, so I close my eyes to begin to sleep and this is the beginning of my exhilarating and hilarious 2-day journey.

She would not tell me an address but she pointed in the direction south of Fairmount towers. I asked her if she could give me her first name. She said her name was Sondra (possibly Sandra). I asked her for her last name and she said it was Adams. I asked Sondra for her birth date and she said what sounded like 09-05-1968. At this point Sondra asked if she could just leave the property and not come back. I asked Officer Abbey if he was okay with this and he agreed that was fine. We informed Sondra to avoid campus so there are no other issues in the

I saw a tall man in a long overcoat, with his collar turned up to his ears. He rushed directly to me. I assumed it was Jimmy Wells, since he knew my name. We both started talking about the old restaurant, which was torn down. Then, we both started to talk about the twenty years that had passed. Then I realized it was not Jimmy Wells. It was a soldier who brought me a piece of paper from Jimmy. I sure was scared to unfold the piece of paper. And as soon as I unfolded the paper and read it, I was under arrest for being wanted in Chicago. The End my fellow

A trickle of fear had her lying motionless with her eyes closed, straining to hear the slightest noise. A deep sigh of regret and the pressure of a body by her side made her acutely aware that she wasn’t alone.

The sun was kissing the horizon; the day was just beginning, and the sweet sounds of the birds morning sound had awakened me. I was sitting in the same spot I do day after day, happy and well rested. I awoke from my peaceful slumber with a large, clanging chime that echoed off the walls and the roof. The sounds of footsteps stomped down the stairs, and there, as always, was Todd. And as he always does, he shuffled his way to the kitchen and turned on the coffee. Finally, as the aroma of burnt coffee grounds filled the air, a new day had begun.

The idea of vigilante justice is popular in books, on television, and in movies, I don't think justice is achieved if the vigilant died afterwards. For example in, "And then there were none", the vigilante ends up also dying at the end. It's a lose lose situation. Instead of achieving justice and killing all the "murderers" he a became a murder himself. The three reasons i think he did not achieve justice are, first of all to achieve justice he wouldn't have died he would've wanted the attention for what he did "right". Second of all, I believe that most of the people he killed were innocent. Lastly, justice was not achieved because justice is another way of saying fair,, as in playing fair.. Which is the exact opposite of what justice

At first I wasn’t sure if she meant for me to hear that but before I could stop myself I heard my own voice. “I know.” Honestly, I hated her too and I didn’t know what I was thinking when I decided to come with her. I guess I just thought she needed protection. That’s a brother’s job right? To protect his little sister. I don’t know how else to explain it.

“My favorite memory was when we were helping a family in need after a fire, just being able to be there and help them… it was pretty tragic to them.” “So, I bet that made you feel good as a human being?” “Yeah, it always is good to help others.” he replied. “Okay, so what is your most tragic moment, if you’re comfortable talking about it?” I asked. “Yeah, I will try to explain it.” he responded. “Okay, try your hardest.” “We had to go to a call that a guy put a shotgun into his mouth and blew his head off.” he said. “If you’re comfortable, would you mind explaining the call?” i asked. “Yeah… our pagers went off, our zones dropped, I grabbed my son Ben. We jumped into the truck; it was his very first call with me, he just became a junior firefighter. So, we got to the end of the road, sheriff went by, got behind him, the sheriff was lost, the call came out on Hamilton Road instead of Hamilton Terrace, we got to the scene. Ben, the sheriff and I were the very first ones to the scene and it was very tragic to see a guy there with… no head. Danny said with a sad look. “How did that affect you?” I asked. “I mean, it didn’t really affect us, when you become a firefighter, a paramedic or something like that, you just gotta let it roll, you can’t be depressed over it. We don’t want it to happen, but it happened.” he replied. “That must of been pretty scary for Ben, since it was his very first call.” I said. “Yes, he didn’t know what to do in a situation like that.” he said. “I

And that was the last thing I remember, now i'm standing on the corner of Shelmet and Maine. I recognize the area, it’s not too far from my house, but a few of the buildings are different now. I walk across the street to a old-fashioned diner and as I approach the door the cashier yells “no dogs aloud!” I look down and Mabel is standing right beside me. I leave the diner and along

Everything was like it was the last time she'd been down there. The dryer there where her daddy did his filthy deed. The window that opened to the ground level beside the house, where she had assumed the other man had come in from that night.