Creative Writing: Xia's Guilty

Dear Stan, It’s been a rough couple of months so far here in Da Nang. Just an hour ago, the NVA moved up closer to the airfield and shot down a loaded C-130 transport plane. The wreckage was spread out all over the runway, killing around twentie two guys. At first, I didn’t even know the NVA had RPG-7’s. The Soviets must have supplied them well, I wasn’t surprised that they would support any country against us. Anyway, I’ve been unlucky in the recent months like I said before. It was August 2nd, and Cpt. Cole called in a Huey gunship. We needed fire support on hill 137, there were several NVA 50.cal positions that were dugg in. They also had plenty of RPK bipod mounts all over the mountain, we were ducked the whole time to avoid getting nailed

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

When I was a kid, about 5 to 8 years old, my hands would always get cold whenever the surrounding air is chilly. My dad would always tell me to rub them together, like you would in order to make fire. And so I did it. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. My fingers grind against each other from the tips of my little fingers to the base of my palm, but none of this worked. My hands still are cold, stone cold. Then my dad said after watching me rub for a whole 3

After what happened last night Mya decided to go about her regular day, she needed to lay low after the attack on La Fuente Blanca. She woke up and grabbed the mail at her home to take a look at it. There was an unmarked yellow envelope, it was fairly small. She didn't have time to open it because she had a list of things she wanted to do for the day. The first would be to get her car detailed, an oil change and her tires fixed. She pulled into an auto shop and explained what she needed done to her car to the mechanic. And waited outside of the shop while it was being worked on. There she met an officer and the briefly exchanged pleasantries. She happened to meet a Maria Lopez and they exchanged stories about their vehicles and whom they've worked for. Mya quite enjoyed meeting more locals of Los Santos, she really needed to settle in to meet more people.

Some of the responsibilities of a Crime Scene Investigator include but are not limited to: closing off and securing the crime scene, taking accurate measurements, sketching and taking pictures of the scene, documenting, packaging, and labeling the evidence before it is sent to the lab, writing a report over the evidence, procedures, and conclusions, testifing your findings in a courtroom, maintaining equipment, attending autopsies, briefings, and conferences. Crime scene Investigators will spend a vast majority of their time out in the field they deal with a wide variety of crimes some of which are the following: homicides, sexual assults, armed robberies, home invasions, and burglaries.Typically the office hours of a Crime Scene Investigator

Different things surprised me about each of the workshops I participated in. I was surprised to learn that each year more than 46,000 people die from a drug overdose, and half of those 46,000 deaths are related to opioid abuse. That is a frightening statistic and gives credibility to calling this drug problem an epidemic. When I attended the workshop presented by Scott Driscoll, the thing that surprised me the most is that on the dating site Yellow, the minimum required age is 13. Why is it set so low? I found this to be quite troublesome.

How one's persuasiveness can lead to full control “To be persuasive we must be believable; to be believable we must be credible; credible we must be truthful”. Edward R. Murrow. In Animal Farm by George Orwell, animals decide to rebel against their current owner and take the farm for themselves. In the novel, the animals took over the farm, which was originally owned by Mr. Jones, their previous owner, but he didn’t treat them with the respect that they deserved, so they decided to rebel. All of the animals were known for a certain trait.

”Well, it was a week before school started; all of the teachers were talking in the lobby. A few of us have not eaten yet, me included. Therefore, Mr. Carter and I walked over to the fridge and he grabbed the last burrito. I walked back to the table with him, expecting to be offered at least half of the burrito but he did not even bother. I was stuck there eating chips and rice while he was enjoying stuffing his face. You can imagine how mad I was.

"What does she mean by that? Ruby asked. "I don 't know." Professor Ozpin said grinning. Ruby put her head on Nora 's shoulder anxiously.

Rumors of ghosts filled the ears of the local high school, the decrepit warehouse was the most recent ‘haunted’ place. Xiomara scoffed at the thought of the dead lingering in such a run down building. Many of their other students urged them to believe, in fear of the repercussions of the seemingly rash actions Xio may go to in order to prove their point. That is one of the reasons why they found themself staring at the open window into the warehouse. Another was that Xiomara had to prove themself to the ‘native’ white people.

The phone on the Liar's Lament reverberated an earsplitting bell, which echoed through the Hastings barn home. Alerting that it's a liars turn. Hannah went last time, who's turn is it now? Spender hears the ring, and sends an SOS to the liars. In 20 minutes everyone is there Hanna, Aria, Spencer, Emily and Alison. The phone shakes on the table. The phone rapidly changed images of all their faces. It finally landed it was Spencer’s turn. “Truth or Dare” the game read. Spencer picked dare. Visit a sick friend it read with an image of Toby's face. Once all the liars left except for Spencer the phone ejected an envelope. With fear and trembling fingers Spencer opened it, the envelope contained a map and a hotel key. The map wasn't directions it symbolized the end. Final turns of the end game. All of the liars except Spencer were in orange jumpsuits going to Rosewood prison on the map. Soon after Spencer analyzed the map. A letter sprung from the Liar’s Lament. Reading the address of the Radley Hotel, and a time to be there 8:30 in the parking lot.

The land was a cold and barren land, with two suns, one in the north, and the other in the east. The ground was almost pulsing like a beating heart, and it was a pale, chilly blue. There was nothing to see, only a flat expanse of land.

This vigilante was obviously a diva, and should have been an easy find if the police weren’t dragging their asses finding the sick bastard. That’s the thing about vigilantes, the police agree with them. What’s a few druggies in the grave? At least they’re off the streets, right? They’re all guilty of something, right? It’s better than thousands of the tax payer’s money to put them in jail. The mere notion sickened Danny. Everyone deserves justice. Vengeance does not belong in the judicial system. Too often, the only judge and jury admittedly questionable people only received a weapon as their judge and jury. People could be so arrogant. There were people who praised this type of anarchist blasphemy, as if one man alone could rightfully decide

Upset I was, a dreadful mid Monday sitting in a feeling of peculiarness and hot boiling room while sitting in my pink pajamas and warm room, staring at the dust particles, you usually see when you’ve just dusted, float around with a comforting sound of the gentle birds chirping. With everything it was like I had been a mime for about four days of my life, except I did not have the white face paint or a funny french hat, I just could not bear to stay in that awful home of mine. The feelings I had were like a million to one I had felt like my thoughts were literally racing as if they were on a Nascar track. From the time I felt like I had been in silence for long, I was mentally in another blank world, but there are things

“How did you do that?” I ask her. She just shrugs her shoulders, her smile growing. “What in the world…”