Creative Writing: Black Saturday

Then some of people noticed a new guest, dress as a clothes of the Red Death. Everyone was freaking out because of him. When Prince Prospero saw this guy, he became angry and asked courtiers to seize him and unmask him. But no one have the courage to do it, including Prospero himself. The Red Death walked through the rooms, heading toward the black room. Prospero chased him with taking his dagger. Prospero reached the edge of the dark room, the Red Death suddenly turned to face him, and Prospero fell on the ground and dead. "Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revelers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony

This course has provided me with a lot of informative knowledge about Administration of Police Executive Systems. This course offers various concepts about various styles of leadership, organization, administration, and operations. I believe this course had focused greatly on the topic of police leadership, and how it is so important in every law enforcement organization. As a first-line supervisor, this course has greatly benefit me and it taught me the importance of situational leadership. Emotional intelligence coincides with effective leadership skills. It is documented that 24 police officers has died in the line of duty due to firearms related deaths. Law enforcement leaders must be trained in both task-oriented and relationship-oriented

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

I attend a military school and i have been a part of many leadership roles at Fork union Military Academy. One of my unique experiences was when we were drilling my company to prepare for a parade. I am a day student which places us in our own platoon. In my day student platoon there were no cadets with rank at the time which means we had no particular leader. This was the perfect opportunity for me to take charge and become the temporary leader for the drill. I had no real experience with drilling besides the steps i have learned while being at FUMA for 2 years at that time. . I drilled the cadets in front of the 120 cadets in my company. I did particularly well besides one mistake on a facing movement. Taking this leadership role earned me

CHAPTER 4 Memorial Day weekend was over, and Mr. Cassidy knew there would be many cans and bottles strewn along the riverbank. After breakfast, using his truck he went to collect them. “I’ll pick up a load today and finish tomorrow,” driving down to the riverbank,” he said. When he arrived at the riverbank, he noticed he was the only one in the parking lot. Using large trash bags, he filled it with cans and soon filled the back of the truck. Looking around before he went to the center to decide if he needed to bring the truck the next. While going down the pathway, he noticed a man’s shoe under the brush. Upon checking, he discovered a man’s body, fully clothed. Thinking someone may have hurt him, or he was sick, Ernest crawled under the brush.

Go back in time, prior to hitting those yellow footprints, whether it be in San Diego or Perris Island. You are sitting on your couch and the United States Marine Corps TV commercial, America`s Few comes on. In this commercial, as Marines run towards ‘the calling’ you hear in the background rifle cracking as the silent drill team handles rifles with bayonets with extreme precision. The cracking rifle sound serves as a “call,” ‘spiritually speaking. We might think of it, and the honorable President Obama has made this very timely, as the “call to service” or the “call less heeded” instead of “the road less traveled’. ‘You can’t just answer the call, you must also prove worthy of the title before you take your place in the line of America’s Marines–the purpose for which our protagonists began the journey and, importantly, issue the call to others down the generations.’’ Throughout a Marines career, drill and ceremonies are a constant because ‘‘the object of close order drill is to teach Marines by exercise to obey orders and to do so immediately in the correct way. Close order drill is one foundation of discipline and esprit de

“Go! Go! Go!” yelled Drill Sergeant Saunders. I must have fallen asleep for a few seconds because I did not hear him give the order to start crawling. I opened my eyes to all three drill sergeants surrounding me and screaming at the top of their lungs. In my mind I kept asking myself, "Why did I join the U.S. Army?"

The announcer was counting down and all I could think to myself was, “Please don’t die.” Standing dead smack in the centre of a herd of men and women, all of which were whooping and hollering anticipating the starting pistol to go off. Yet, there I was, praying that my 3 months of training wasn’t going to let me down. 5 seconds to go; and there was no turning back, what laid ahead for all of us was 11 miles and 21 obstacles that were designed to test one’s mental and physical tenacity. It wasn’t a competition; it was a trial. “Here we go!” my best friend Aaron declares sportively with a nudge as the pistol goes off, and our Braveheart charge was underway.

There I stood, in the center of the city. The streets were strewn with burning mounds of trash and corpses and an

On October 31, 2016, after a dreadful Monday in Detroit, Michigan at Jackson K Jr. High. Four friends Susan, Lilly, John, and Donald are getting ready for tonight's trick or treat. Susan is dressing up as a mouse, and John will be Jonathan Knight from the boy band New Kids On The Block. Donald will dress up as Donald J Trump, and Lilly as Hillary, because it is close to the election time. They will leave around 10:15pm, because their trick-or-treated time in Detroit is until midnight. People are saying that there might a clown purge, but the kids don't believe them.

It was November 2004, a bitter cold breeze filled the air. I was a 17 year old Army recruit, ambitious and hopeful as I stood in formation in front of the reception battalion at Fort Leonard wood awaiting transport. I had some ideas about how my next 8 weeks would go, but nothing compared to the next 24 hours. I watched as the transport trailer, which looked like a cattle trailer, rounded the corner and came to a rattling stop in front of our formation. It seemed to bring with it more of a bone chilling gust of air, as if the sight and sound of the eerie trailer wasn't enough to upset your stomach. The door on the side swung open and out came a Drill Sergeant, A clean cut and intimidating man that had a certain pride in his step. I felt very

Due to generational differences between the new recruits and existing officers, there is a growing absence of institutional leadership within departments that is not only harming the longevity of their careers, but it is hurting their community. Aside from other externalities that stem from a career in law enforcement,

Approximately four hours into their travel, a red firework exploded in the distance and previously concealed bandits emerged from behind boulders, undergrowths and covered pits. They charged with the ferocity of a tidal wave, brandishing weapons and bellowing threats. Aloysius halted his horse, made a signal, and soldiers began to move forward.

Ludwig looked absolutely pissed. That was the first thing Arthur noticed as the blonde stalked down the halls, hair down for once, clothes askew, and such a strong irritation on his face that Arthur couldn’t help but snort to himself. It looked like someone had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, Ludwig never let his appearance be thrown together like that. The next thing Arthur noticed, however, was a little more interesting. A small statured man with silver hair, whose head only came to Ludwig’s shoulder, was hanging onto the blonde’s arm, a large grin on his lips. Now who the hell was that? It wasn’t like the Brit had seen him around school before, and Ludwig certainly hadn’t mentioned him.