An Underground Illegal Business

I covered my mouth to keep it shut and not say anything. He was wearing black boots and black pants. I could see him running towards the open window in a hurry. Maybe he thought i jumped out or something. He began to run towards the stairs. “He’s leaving” i whispered… But there was no answer, I realized that the call was cut. The man was stepping down the stairs… when all of a sudden there was a loud ringtone coming from my hand. There was then a panic in my heart. The man rushed back into my room and entered, There was a moment of silence when all i could see was the man’s black boots staring straight at my eyes. When suddenly there was a powerful pull dragging me out of the bed. Closing my eyes all i could feel is was extrucenary pain all over my body, every second. I reached out for anything near by so I could at least fight. I felt something from the tip of my fingers. I got a grip of something and swung as hard as I could, I hit him hard. The man fell back. I opened my eyes and there he was, Lying on the ground. Weak and hurt i got up and slowly started walking out of my room and down the stairs. My whole body hurt it was hard to move. I heard the man start to get up, I was terrified. I decided to walk to the basement door to try and hide. I remembered the small door that was in the basement. And went gently to open the door. Weak and in pain I was able to get down the old sketchy stairs and move some boxes to open the door. I opened the door. On the other side was a little room. It was dark and had a little bit of light coming from the outside. Maybe the moon light from the outside. I sat on the small corner of the room.I wrapped my arms around my body to try and stay warm. It was quiet for a second. Until I heard the basement door slam open. The man's foot steps were loud and you could tell he wasn't very happy. I could easily read exactly where he was. He was looking for me,

I threw my arm out in fear and tried to block every hit. I remember just yelling and screaming but no one was coming to help me, only because I was a black man. I was laying on the ground as the trooper walked away from me, he walked away as if he was done with me. I saw his face before everything was blurry, he was wearing a gas mask, but I couldn't believe what was coming next. There was a bang and what sounded like hissing snakes as everything got blurry. It was tear gas. There were screams and cries all accompanied with smacks and kicks. I couldn't imagine what was going on I could only think how thankful I was that my beating was finally over. I stay laid on the ground as all the sounds got quieter and quieter and everything grew dark.

It was the first Sunday of December morning when my father asked me to take some boxes to the basement, I had never been down there, as a kid I always thought it was scary, but know as a 19-year-old guy, how could I say no. I went downstairs with a couple of boxes, but could not find any place to put them. The area was a mess, so I decided that I would organize every box that was there. While I was organizing, I notice this one box hidden in the back, so, I decided to open it. Inside the box, there was a newspaper and a couple of burnt pictures. Therefore, I decided to read the article, I could not understand much, it was an 18 years old newspaper, but it talked about a burning house with two twin babies, It said that one had been saved with no harm while the other one was rescued later on with severe burn mark. It was a miracle that other baby had survived, they called him miracle Carlos, and his brother Richard. I stood there for a second before my brain processed

My aunt grabbed my mother’s hands preventing her from getting to the steering wheel. When we made it to the entrance she tried to choke my dad from behind, I saw my father’s face turn red. We begged her to release to him, my mother eventually let go, with us pulling her back. My father was scared to death , he got off the car quickly so my mother wouldn’t be able to choke him. We protested her to get out of the car she started pulling my aunts hair, my aunts face turned even more red than my father. All hear is my crying and everyone else’s, while my brother ran inside the hospital telling them to help us outside with my mother. As my mother got out of the car, she took off her shoe and started hitting my dad, a innocent person who never gave up on her. I quickly grabbed her from behind so she could stop hitting my dad, I don’t know where my strength came from. A few moments nurse came outside saw what was happening, my mother hitting my father with a shoe and yelling. Then you see her talking in the walkie-talkie, as she talked in the walkie-talkie she said the dreadful words I despised the most “code gray”. Soon later you see all these security guards coming outside with a wheelchair, they tried to

We lived in the ghettos for all of 2 weeks before we were taken to a camp. My family was split up so my mother, my sister, and I were together and my Father was alone. The work camps were terrible they forced us into hard labor my mother and I knew how to sew so we were put into a work group to sew up soldiers uniforms. I ber one day my mother pricked her finger and got blood on one of the uniforms she was beaten by an S.S officer and yelled at continually. If I ever made a mistake or did something wrong my mother would take the beating for me. I objected every time but she would never let anything happen to me. My older sister was not good at sewing but luckily was put near us she helped cook for everyone in the camp. I will always remember the day of the selection my mother was not chosen but I was my mother tried to talk me into believing that getting picked this time was good and that we needed to say goodbye because she was leaving. I knew the truth though. The next day an officer called out the names of the chosen people my name was called. We were told we were going to take a shower. When they stopped us we were in a big room I did not see any shower heads “Gas chamber” I heard someone mumble. I knew my last breath was going to be soon. All at once gaas entered the room coughing came from all around. I said my last goodbye and said a silent Kaddish for myself and the people I was with. I then took my final breath while many

On a Sunday morning of March 15 1998, we woke up super early to the phone ringing on the other side was my dad. My grandmother answered the phone her face paled as she heard the words “mom I shot myself.” After talking to him for a bit my grandmother rushed out of her room to get my uncle up and they rushed to the house to see him up walking around with a hole in his stomach. Ambulance came to get him then rushed him to meet life force. He flat lined once on the helicopter. They were able to bring him back and stabilized him, and kept him stabled till they got to the hospital. They rushed him immediately into the OR, it was around 15 to 20 minutes into surgery that he had passed away, they were unable to bring him back due to the major loss of blood. My mom soon remarried and I gained two annoying step brothers and a step dad. One step brother didn’t bother me to bad, the other one poked and picked on me trying to pick fights. My step dad had episodes where he was violent and threw things at me and my mom. I withdrew more and more until a few of my friends literally grabbed me by my arm and told me to wake up that they were not going to let me push them away

People were coming out injured and screaming. I kept thinking about all my friends and family. Where were they and are they okay? My mom came and got me. It looked like she came out of the church because she was all dirty and full of dust. We rushed and left to go home as soon as possible. Police kept warning everyone to stay inside and to not let anyone outside. This all felt like a dream. I never thought this would happen. We sat and watched the news. The reporter said, “Twenty two people reported injured, and four dead.” I was shocked. Who were those four people, why did it have to be four people? Later on in the night my mom was making supper and the news reporter was going to release the names of the injured and dead. He started reading off names of the injured and then he got to the for dead. The reporter read “Addie Mae Collins 14, Denise McNair 11, Carole Robertson 14, Cynthia Wesley 14, all found dead in the basement restroom rubble.”. As soon as he read off the first name I could not stop crying. These were my friends from church. At that point, I was in trembling. I felt like the air was taken out of me.They were so young. Why did they have to die?

I was ruining and hurting people and every second that passed it got harder and harder to hold myself up but I stood strong knowing that I had a duty. I looked to my right and I could see my brother struggling to hold on and at 9:59 am he fell to ground. The sky all around me was filled with his dirt and a cloud of darkness fell over the city. I was mortified by what I had just seen. My brother and I had stood in the beautiful city of New York City for 28 years and now he is just dirt and brick and concrete in the ground. I was scared for I knew that would be me soon. I tried my hardest to stay strong but the pain was so much to bear. So at 10:28 am I gave up and collapsed. I killed thousands of people in an instant, it was the toughest thing I had ever done in my

While the underground economy might benefit individuals involved in the trades and make some part of the society happy, it is creating a bad cycle that brings negative third-party effects on Canada and should be eliminated as much as possible. Underground economy, also known as the black market, is when sellers and buyers trade their goods and services then on purposely unreported the business activity to evade the price controls. That includes avoiding the price ceilings, the price floors and tax rates set by the Government. The black market is the second largest type of market in the world, occurring in both developed and developing countries. All kinds of goods and services are available in an underground economy. The most commonly traded are goods and services that are available in the official market, but at a lower cost in the black market, or goods and services that have a limited supply in the official market, but are sold at an elevated price in the black market. Despite the trade being illegal, as long as both the seller and buyer comes to an agreement on the price, they trade privately with cash to avoid being detected. Although many sellers get away with this, at the end of the day underground economy is a continued cycle of affecting the country and its citizens, including sellers and buyers in the black market, mostly its tax revenues will be affected, then the GDP, and finally its citizens. All black market trades are done in the shadows, but if the root

It was already dark and we were worn out. My sister-in-law was so enervated that she fainted, but no one was concerned; everyone kept walking. My mother implored the coyote to help us and to not leave us. The coyote stopped and allowed everyone to rest; meanwhile, my sister-in-law recovered. We then kept walking for another three to four hours when we heard a helicopter. Everyone panic and started screaming “safety patrols!, safety patrols!”. The people threw themselves on the ground and pushed me to a cactus. The cactus thorns went profoundly into my skin, but I knew better than to make any noise. The helicopter revolved above us for about ten minutes and then left. We then kept walking thinking that, that was the worst that could

It was dark and alone and I felt the need to cry. One by one everyone I have ever loved showed up. My mom, my sister, my late girlfriend, my grandma… I could go on. Their eyes were on me and only me. I was the only stimulus in the room. The yelled at me. I was irrational . I had put them in a situation where they didn’t even know me anymore. I was the monster under the bed and I was the reason why people were scared. They yelled so loud to the point where I didn’t even know if they were screams anymore.

This paper looks into the different types of underground economies and its effects on Canada, and argues that underground economy is destructive to the society and should be eliminated as much as possible. With evidence from Statistics Canada, it shows the percentage of how much the black market is affecting the GDP. It also discusses the main causes as to why some sellers choose to be in the underground economy and how they could benefit from it temporarily. Underground economies in a long run are invisible actions that creates very visible consequences, including the vicious cycle of low tax revenue, less quality and quantity in public goods, discourage in money circulation, drawbacks to GDP, lowered employment rate and a society that

I remember being awaken by the loud commotion going on from the living room, so I decided to go check. I went out calling for my parents, but to my surprise, I only saw my mom on the phone crying from the reflection of a mirror. I wondered where my dad was. I got closer towards the living room and stood by the wall. I witnessed my dad sitting down on the floor having trouble to breath complaining about chest pain while my mom stood next to him. I closed my eyes in fear. I then heard something calling me to open my eyes. It was a siren that got louder and louder each second. I stood up and saw red lights shining through the window. There was a knock at the door and my mom went to open the door. Two men and a woman came through the door in navy

The cold room shivered me from my sleep. My body ached as if I’ve been run over by a truck, but my hands and feet are free. I forced myself to move but couldn’t find the strength, with one last thrust, I jerked myself just enough to loosen the mask from around my face. The clean air helped me regain consciousness as I rolled myself off the bed. I stumbled towards the door and opened it slowly only to be thrown back by a large guard in black tactical gear. Lightly dazed from the impact, I played possum for a moment, so the guard can lower his weapon. When he grabbed me from my arm without hesitation, I forcibly yanked him down and constricted my arm around his neck between my bicep and forearm. Then, I tightly compressed with all my power like an anaconda would squeeze his prey before consumption. Finally, the guard stopped moving around and lost all consciousness. I gave his head one final thrust “Crack!” to confirm he won’t move again. I stripped the armored uniform off the guard to disguise myself so I can escape. When I removed my shirt, I noticed a large gash across my body. The gash was bonded together with a clear compound that felt like flesh. At that moment, I realized they left me for the guard to kill.

     Imagine yourself lying on an operating table, motionless, quiet. Above, you notice people standing over you. You try to speak but the words just cannot come out. Your arms feel as if they are plastered to the table. You begin to stand up but feel as if weights are strapped to your back and you are bound to the table. Suddenly you feel a sharp pain in your midsection. In and out, you see a surgeon slicing your body open with a scalpel. Every motion the masked person makes is as if you are being torn apart from the inside out. One would hope this would simply be a nightmare and they will wake up and everything will be fine. In this instance, this person will