Descriptive Essay : ' The Heist '

Moreover, this rotten act of cruelty has affected me by making me afraid to be near this human being. That chilly, summer night would probably be the most terrifying night of my entire existence. Feeling the neckline of my shirt dig into my skin is a memory that won’t ever be forgotten. Gasping for breath as tears trickled down my face, I forced myself to watch my family retreat up the narrow staircase. I was highly concerned with the path that this event would travel along. Every time I catch a glimpse or be near this person, I always find ways to avoid him. I always try to be preoccupied with others or force myself into another room away from this being. If it was absolutely unavoidable then I would listen

Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law.

I felt my heartbeat rising every step I took as the blood rushed to the surface of my skin. My muscles tightened, beginning with my legs as if I could’ve ran fast enough to chase the truck. The image of the man and his words repeated many times in my mind, making me vulnerable to hatred. I thought I was doing something good and just. I was naïve. I thought everyone would gladly give us a helping hand. I looked at everyone around me, and I noticed it wasn’t just me that was burning with raged. I could see the anger in their eyes as they conversed with each other. It wasn’t until a loud voice snapped me out of it. “Do not show fear! Do not show anger! Our justice cannot break that easily!”

I had heard very little of the situation that Emmett was in, I didn’t think no one would come to my house because of it, especially at the hour of the day it was. At the time of the crime, I was preaching to a group in the local church, I had no idea what was going on outside, him and his friends were supposed to be in there but they mustv’e left during it when I wasn’t looking. Later that day I had heard that 8 friends plus Emmett had cause a little trouble by whistling at a cashier, Emmett was apparently the only one who did this crime but the others has been egging him on. I was gonna tell him off because thats a real danger down her in Money, Mississippi, its not as bad in Chicago where he’s living at the moment but he just don’t know that. He’s not used to living in such a segregated area but I still didn’t think he would be so stupid to flirt with a white cashier. I hope that he arrives home soon, I was supposed to look after him and

I had to tell the gang about Johnny's death. It frightened me to tell them, I didn't know how they'd react. Once I told them, they didn't openly express their emotions, but I knew later in private they would. Then, we got a telephone call. Dally had contacted us from a phone booth, telling us how he had robbed a grocery store and how now the cops are after him. Figures, that Dally would do something so reckless. We met him at the lot, where the police were chasing him. He swiftly pulled his gun out that he used as a bluff from his waistband, as my eyes widened in fear. Only Johnny and I knew that the gun he carried was unloaded. The policemen fired at Dally and just like that the gang had lost another member. I then comprehended that Dally

I saw a tall man in a long overcoat, with his collar turned up to his ears. He rushed directly to me. I assumed it was Jimmy Wells, since he knew my name. We both started talking about the old restaurant, which was torn down. Then, we both started to talk about the twenty years that had passed. Then I realized it was not Jimmy Wells. It was a soldier who brought me a piece of paper from Jimmy. I sure was scared to unfold the piece of paper. And as soon as I unfolded the paper and read it, I was under arrest for being wanted in Chicago. The End my fellow

A short loud bang echoed through my ears and clumps of mud sprinkled on my pale skin like a cold shower. Edrenalin spreaded through my body faster than I could get up on my feet and look straight. The world was on mute, only a loud ringing whistle existed and it wasn't going away anytime soon. The high pitch sound was dampening and for some reason i was hoping to hear a familiar voice or sound that was of somewhat pleasing like my mother. But something more familiar started to come into reality, screaming. People were darting by me, like a sudden flash. I looked over to what they were doing, where they were going. And sure enough they were going over to the screams. A man who looked older than me was half submerged in mud and blood. He was

All you could hear were people screaming. Little kids. Teenagers. They roamed around looking for survivors. Some were crying in fear, others were crying with joy like they were at last… free.

We held onto only a single bodyguard. I reconnected with old friends, and dedicated my life to work and volunteering. My children were all truly happy in their careers. All of them joined me at the clinic. My young grand children were living completely normal lives and making great friends. One night I was feeling a bit tired, so I decided to head home early. I said goodbye to my daughter the clinic manager, and then I was on my way. I walked about two blocks before I realized I was being followed. The suburban streets were dark and deserted, so I ran into an ally trying to escape. The young man eventually found me. I recognized the young man; he was the son of a local butcher, a butcher who was killed by my father for an unpaid debt. He shakily pulled out a revolver. “For my father, I’m sorry,” he said and then proceeded to shoot me. I crumpled to the ground, but I did not make a sound. I had known this day would come. I deserved this. I knew I would have to pay for my crimes and the crime of my ancestors. My mind went to my family. They would never face this fate, or be a part of this madness. I had liberated them from their past. I after 200 years of Iladio crime had offered my children and future generations a chance to escape, a chance at peace, freedom, and

I was walking to open the door when i heard a loud bang and saw my door hitting my wood floors then the swat team said "put your hands up your under arrest for the murder of Ralph Burns " I listened and slowly put my hands up I was extremely confused who is Ralph Burns? Then one of the police men took my hands and put them behind my back then put tight hand cuffs on me. They took me to a police car and put me inside.i asked the officer driving the car what the heck is going on he said I'm not at the authority to tell you . Now I'm sitting in a holding cell. Well I'm waiting I might as well tell you who is am hi I'm Stefan I'm a high school student in Arizona I had a pretty

I walked away from the mother and baby to grab my phone from the car. I sent out a text to my family to let them know that I was okay and I saw messages from all of them saying the same thing. I didn’t know what to do. Can I just drive away and go home? How could I drive home and act like none of this happened? What if I get home and my house isn’t standing anymore? I decided that I might as well try.

It began when the clock struck the 12th hour and September 30th just began. I “accidentally” took a train to Baltimore, but I planned to meet up with one of my friends, who happens to look very similar to me. I had been planning to kill him for a long time. My stories were simply written plans in the form of horror stories. My pet raven has been haunting this man for many years, ever since I killed his wife. The name of this man, I shall not tell, for it may increase my chances of getting caught by a slim margin.

I ran across the street and almost got hit by a two bicyclist, I pick up the newspaper lying on the bench dated May 18, 2007. As I flip through the paper I see the obituary of my mother, I knew this wasn’t just a coincidence, this was my chance. I sat down on the same section of the sidewalk I sat before, although now it has many cracks. I repeated under my breath “May 16 2007” several times until finally I was placed on the same street corner again. I’m almost too positive it's the right date so I run down the street and take a left then I take two rights until I approach my driveway. As i’m just about to open the backdoor with the key that’s kept in the seat cushion near the door I realize my parents don’t know me, and I can't just walk in. I head behind the garage to strategize, I came up with the plan that i'll knock on the door and talk to them about a lost dog for a while, hoping to push back their schedule enough to prevent my mom from the

9:34 A.M. I knew it was time I go find my killer. That breakfast earlier at the garage didn’t fill me. I barely ate any of it actually. The walk to Gad’s Hill isn’t long from Port Roosevelt either, but I was tired. I didn’t sleep all night. All I could think about was my beloved wife. She was so romantic. She was the only reason I ever stayed in that garage. We even planned on moving too, but God took her away from me. It must have been for a reason. God damnit! I will find you, you son of a bitch! I noticed people in there cars looking at me strangely as they passed. They have no business looking at me. I kept an eye though for that yellow car. I stopped and stared at a couple of people with yellow cars, but they looked at me as if I was crazy. Why won’t they just leave me alone? I saw a group of boys who were playing with rocks stop and look at me, as if I looked or was acting crazy. Don’t look at me! Look somewhere else. Stupid kids. When I got to Gad’s Hill, I stopped at a store and bought a sandwich and a cup of coffee that filled me up. I left the sandwich at the table I sat down at, and walked

Rather than going home I decided to drive around for a little bit. Before long I found myself nearing Avery and Luke’s street. When I turned the corner I noticed right away that Luke’s pickup wasn’t parked in the driveway and Avery’s little Mini Cooper was the only vehicle there. I put my pickup in