An Excerpt From 'Whoa': A Narrative Fiction

He turned to me with those startling brown eyes of his.Smiling faintly, he gently touched my arm.

Around 600 Mexican Americans who fit the term “zoot-suiters” ( a person who wears ballooned pants and long coats) were rounded up in efforts to catch the criminal. The court argued that their look alone was enough to prove they were deliquents in one way or another and should be held responsible for their actions. Altough appearances do distinguish gang members from regular civilians the mass gathering of around 600 Mexicans for one individuals murder shows the lack of professional expirence. It also serves as a pedestal to say that these police offers weren’t looking for an individual based on factual evidence but based their prejudice beliefs tried to round up and get place a large group of Mexicans in the court of law under biased pretences. It is an injustice to hold so many people accountable for a crime based on their looks let alone get so many people of one ethnic group involved just because they look like they are from a gang. On January 12, 1943 in the case of People v. Zamora, presided by Judge Charles Fricke, the court found this to be enough evidence to sentence seventeen of the accused to life in prison to a year in the county jail. Five were found innocent. Henry Leyvas along with two other males were found guilty of first degree murder and sentenced to life in

On 1/9/2018, at approximately 1803 hours, In Durango 8 located at 3225 W. Gibson Ln, Phoenix AZ 85009, Inmate Estrada, Gustavo T419228 came to the side of the tower and said, “I don’t want to be house in Durango 8.” I asked him why and he said, “I want to talk to you in private.” I took Inmate Estrada out of the housing unit and he said, “I was assaulted by a couple of Chicanos in between C and D row.” I asked him if he knows who assaulted him and he said “No.” I asked him if he knew why he was assaulted and he said, “No.” I asked Inmate Estrada if he would be willing to aid in prosecution? Inmate Estrada refused to answer my question.

As they walk into the various restaurants and bars during their visit, Mr. Cheever is consistently rude, aggressive, and rowdy. This apparent noise that Cheever’s father is constantly making is another overused cliché about powerful men and their behavior. “We sat down, and my father hailed the waiter in a loud voice. ‘Kellner!’ he shouted. ‘Garçon! Cameriere! You!’ His boisterousness in the empty restaurant seemed out of place.” Language like this furthers the belief that strong men are unable to be polite and courteous, even to a complete

Eve felt strange. A dull, buzzing feeling in the pit of his stomach had started up, somewhere between the end of his last battle and waiting for someone to call his name for the next round. It ate away at the adrenaline that had consumed him in the heat of the moment and demanded that he acknowledge its existence, despite not having any idea what it was. He knew emotions. Wasn't an expert in the matters, or even very good at identifying them in others, but some part of Eve had always considered his knowledge of himself as a sort of given. After all, who was he to attempt to understand other people when he couldn't even understand everything about himself?

All that was heard was the incessant nibbling of his boot by a scrawny rat, as each blood drop dripped onto the cold cellar floor sounding akin the resonation of the harpsichord in the emptiness of

The music blared so loud through the speakers at the bar and grill MacGowan's Haven, that Alannah Chambers worked at that she had to shout in order for her customers to hear her. "What would you like sir?" She yelled at the middle aged man on the other side of the counter. He was a heavy set man with thinning salt and pepper colored hair and thick glasses, he wore faded blue jeans and a blue shirt that looked like it seen better days. Lots of them. He had a mustard stain on his shirt too that he hadn't bothered to wipe up. "Uh, I'll take a beer and a piece of that ass babe," he said, and grinned wickedly at her. If it had been a few years sooner, Alannah would have ignored him, but not this time, she was done with little-miss-shy-girl that

On the early morning of March 3, 1963 in Phoenix, Arizona an 18-year-old girl was kidnapped and raped. She was take to the desert were she was raped then she was left near her home. About a week later she spotted the vehicle that was used in the kidnapping/rape and she wrought down the license plate number and reported it to police. The car belonged to Ernesto Miranda’s girlfriend (Twila Hoffman) and he fit the description. This made Ernesto Miranda a suspect.

She nearly slide out of her seat when the car came to a stop, she lifted her head and looked at the male. “Worn someone when you are going to break the car so damn sudden.” She shouted at him. “I could have been killed.” She rolled her eyes. She knew she really wasn’t going to die but she could get badly hurt. “Why did you stop anyways we aren’t…” She turned her head to look out the window, she cocked her head to the side. She arched her brow a little. “Now that’s something you don’t see every day.” She spoke aloud so every in the car could hear

“ No probs man. I will do anything for you and I also wanted to see this trainwreck,” Aaron said, laughing. “ And trust me this will be a trainwreck. Nate, can you come here for a second,” Wade said, gesturing Nate to come over. “ Yes Mr.Jones,” Nate said,shivering. “ Nate, for the last time you can call me Wade. You earned enough respect to call me Wade,” Wade said. Mr. Jones reminded him of his good for nothing, always drunk father. Wade still remembers his dad and how he treated others . “ Trudy, get your ass up and make me a sandwich,” Arthur said, drinking his beer. Arthur was sitting down in his favorite recliner,drinking his beer. Trudy walked out of the kitchen with a plate in her hand. “ Arthur,please don’t curse in front of your son,” Trudy said. Little five year old, Wade was on a beat up rug,playing with a torn up teddy bear. “ I don’t give a shit about that mistake. I always tell you to leave him somewhere. Where is my sandwhich,bitch?” Arthur said. Trudy gave him his sandwich and Arthur bit into it. Suddenly, Arthur spit the sandwich on Wade and threw his plate at him. “ What wrong, Arthur,” Trudy said, waiting for an answer. Arthur inhaled and exhaled and got up from his chair. He walked to the small table and kneel down. He grab a kilo divider and sniffed white stuff. He got back up and moved towards Trudy . Arthur exhaled and quickly slapped trudy in the face. Trudy went down and Wade started to cry. “ I told you I hate lettuce,” Arthur said,hitting her in the face. “ Mistake,stop crying or I will whip you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to breath,” Arthur said. Suddenly Wade stopped crying. “ You two come up stairs,” Arthur said, urging them to come over. Trudy picked up Wade and walked up stairs. They walked all the way into the master bedroom. Arthur opened the door and urged them to walk in front of him and hde suddenly locked the door. “ Wade, sit down in that chair and

The sun had set. The strange threesome looked at each other. The woman a little nervous and the men serious. Then Earnnie and Burt busted out laughing at each other. Laughing that made Earnnie hunched over, hands on his bony knees struggling for breath. Burt whipped his head back so quick his fedora flew a few feet behind his recliner chair revealing his frosted silver hair. After the laughter had subsided Earnnie extended his hand to the still shocked, maybe even offended woman and said,

The man's lips pursed as he attempted to gauge her inner thoughts in the brief time it took Analise to provide it. He'd seen the way she had appraised him, and an eyebrow had raised. What was she expecting? For him to have "murderer/rapist" stamped on his forehead? That image caused

Nazario made a bible with his own words and hesitated that his sicarios and traffickers didn’t used the drugs that they sold. The rest of the leaders of the Familia Michoacana were Jesus Mendez Vargas known as “El Chango” from El Aguaje, Michoacán, Servando Gomez Martinez better known as “La Tuta” from Arteaga, Michoacán, and Enrique Plancarte Solis known as “El Kike” from Nueva Italia, Michoacán. La Familia Michoacana were known to be really violent. The Familia Michoacana cartel members used murder and torture to suppress other drug cartels, while building a social base in the Mexican state of Michoacán. The Familia Michoacana was a religious cult-like Drug Cartel Organization that celebrated family values. For example, in an event that took place in Uruapan in September 2006, the cartel members tossed five severed heads onto the dance floor of the Sol y Sombra night club along with a message that read: “The Family doesn’t kill for money. It doesn’t kill women. It doesn’t kill innocent people, only those who deserve to die. Know that this is divine justice.” This examples comes to prove that the Familia Michoacana want to publicize an

He was a man who had suffered a good deal of damage. There were scorch marks

A woman with Mr. Kurtz was described as a,“savage and superb, Wild eyed and magnificent” (81). The way she was described left the impression that she was exotic and wanted, yet she was savage and an animal.To