Creative Writing: Divorce

On the streets of Chicago gang violence is common. 72% of people who die are murdered. Children everyday are affected by this atrocity. Schools are filled with drugs and violence. This was the everyday life of me, Jazmine Harper. My 18 year old brother Demaris was in a gang, the

Personal Narrative: Divorce Mum had briefly informed me that we were going to a place that would

“In the case of the State of Connecticut VS Marlene Barnes, based on the evidence presented, we the jury unanimously found Marlene Barnes is guilty of first-degree murder in the death of Katherine Lincoln.” While standing with Mr. Holderman, she sobbed as he tried in vain to comfort her. Sitting speechlessly

“Well we set off in different directions. He decided to stay in New York and I decided to start for the West to make my fortune in life. We thought that each of us would have made our destiny by then. We talked for a little bit, but then we lost track of each other.”

Closing Statement Your honor, ladies and gentleman of the jury, me and my co-counsel, Diego Espinosa and Andrew Cope would like to thank you for the generous time you have taken today. Now, this case is a very simple case about how one person is denied humanity and a chance at a different life for the so-called “crimes” that they have committed. Crimes put beyond the thought of normality. They are crimes that enslave innocent people. I would like to ask you one question… What is truth? Truth is facts, truth is evidence, and truth is as important as the quill pen of Thomas Jefferson’s hand for our America.

As I walk in through the doors to start the interrogation I take a big deep breath and walk in. I slam a pile of files on the desk and say “Mr. Winston Moseley I've been a homicide detective for 25 years and truth be told I have never seen a case like this.” When I said that he didn't say anything all he was doing was looking down at his handcuffs. So I sat down on the chair in front of him across

“Why? We’ve been together for almost a year, and now you want to get a divorce? Man I swear, Terry. You have changed. It feels like yesterday, I was just walking down the aisle, and for the past month and a half, you have treated me like trash.” She said, a lot more calm, than I expected.

“Good afternoon, Miss Bennett.” A man in a black suit stepped into the mostly bare room with a table and two chairs, one seated by Miss Bennett, opposite her she could see her reflection on the two way mirror she’d been making faces at for the past hour. “Oh, it’s

“I’m sorry, my love,” I said as my eyes began to water. She grabbed her chest in pain and stared at me. Her eyes teared up and a single tear ran down her cheek as she took her final breath. I did what I had done so many times before, but I never felt any remorse for my actions until then.

It tasted like winter from under his breath as his sallow existence blistered with heat against each broken bone that lay jagged inside my skin. I ached for his warmth as my blood spilled cold, straddled between the cold tethers of the swirling mirror, and a world that would no

LLauren, unlike me, absolutely despises rain. I think its because the day my Dad made the divorce between my real mother clear, it was raining really hard. I remember that day. I think that was when I figured out the rain didn’t have to be something bad. I cried, and nobody noticed. They still thought I was strong, while I was cryi-“Hurry up!” Cherise whines outside the car. I groan, and survey the area enough to know that we’re at school. The moped expressions plastered on the students faces give it away. According to my stepsister, Cherise, she is the most popular, prettiest, and best girl at school. I snort as she guides me through her self -obsessed tour of herself. She’s even worse then Brittany Miller, one of my sister’s old bullying

This is My Story As a young boy, my parents decided it was best for the family if they got a divorce. At the time, divorce was not in my vocabulary, meaning I brushed it off as it nothing. It was nothing until shelly, my biological mother, turned it into something. Something that has taught me many values, values that will continue to make me push forward.

Each and every day a child somewhere in the world is experiencing major changes within their family. One of those major changes is divorce or separation of parents. Divorce is “the action or an instance of legally dissolving a marriage”(Webster, 2011 p1). Today’s reality shows that couples only have one in two odds of remaining together. “ The U.S. Census bureau – involved in research about counseling children of divorce- estimating that approximately 50% of all American children born in 1982 lived in a single-parent homes sometime during their first 18 years. Mostly are due to divorce”(Children of Divorce, 2008 p.1). The rapid increase in divorce rates is a factor that has contributed to the large decline of the typical family. “Over 1

Broken families are on since the beginning of humanity. In fact, divorce, which has been very common in today’s societies, is the major cause that leads to family devastation. However, although, in some cases, divorce is the only solution for a family to live in peace, one must think many times before taking such decision, and that is because of many .

“But telling your story will make people reconsider the trial. Maybe this could change the country’s legal system and stop injustice from happening!”