Creative Writing: Black Saturday

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

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.

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.

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.

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

We are the ones taught not to speak as silence is our code of arms.

There was a boy name Darick,he was 12 years old. Darick and his mom and dad, Susie and John. They were eating breakfast, and the Government barged in their house and took them away.

We had barely gotten out of independence when everyone had to stop because of a traffic jam. After a while which seemed like forever We stoped so Linda and Clare could make lunch. After that Charles was trying to find one of his friends who was a couple wagons ahead. Charles and his friend played next to the wagon for a little bit before his friend had to go back to his wagon with his family. It seems like night time come fast but Clare thinks that the reason why it feels like night comes fast is because we don't move very fast during the day. It's almost dark out all the wagons have been hooked together to form one big circle for all the animals in to the middle of all the wagons so they don't run off. Everyone dances and plates games at

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

My vision was still blurry, from the collision. At least for all I knew, I was the only one. I started shouting at the top of my lungs, “Is anybody still there!” Though I knew I was shouting, I heard nothing, but ringing. After leaving the ship wreck I turned around, and saw the horrific scene that was the boat. My last former fighters that fought with me in Troy, were nothing but bloody olives scattered about the shore. Most were impaled with planks and oars, but the gruesomest thing I saw was, a man about the age of 27, impaled through his right eye, and the object extruding through his lower back. Nobody was left. The pain suddenly hit me all through my right arm. I had an iron spike from the ship, lodged in my bicep. I

There was a skull trooper that lived in the dark depths of wailing woods also known as the beast and there was a

After the hurricane passed, I could tell Mama was distressed, yet she still managed to smile and say, “Te quiero mucho mi amor, todo va a estar bien.” The next morning, one of the doctors urged us to look out the window. I simply stood there, holding Papa’s sweaty hand, listening to the muddy waters from the Mississippi rushing in.

Clemmie cried. ‘I don’t know what to do, or what to say, because I’ve never died before.’

A kid in Gakona, Alaska in 2014 has a father who he thinks is crazy. His father, Dr. Adolph, thinks he can change the weather anywhere to anything. Otto can’t even go to school. His father thinks he doesn’t deserve what the school has little to offer. Dr. Adolph thinks working at his laboratory is way better. So when Otto cleans his straight blond hair, he puts on a red shirt with ripped jeans. He ties his dirty red shoes with a hole on the right shoe. He gets in his dad’s blue car and they drive off to his laboratory.

There were drinks.Was she drunk? She doesn't think so. The dark glitter of many bottles on an island unit in a kitchen, architect designed; ceiling lights dimmed, and sequins on the women's clothes catching the secret rays. An evening party in a festive season, in a Western city, black night beyond the front door and guests taking off the still cold coats in the hall. Silhouettes, and a young man's voice complaining the loss of a budget.Voices fluttering like paper cut-outs, that's what she remembers, her sense of detachment.Not a drunken detachment, she's sure, though who can ever be sure? She was distracted, certainly, she was wondering where her boyfriend had got to. She stepped out to the hallway to look for him, and in that moment, a