Goatman

The day was so boiling that you could see the heat simmering above the road. I sat beside Lauren, my best friend of two years, as we buzzed down the highway in her father’s, or as I call him Burnie’s, Cadillac De Ville Convertible. With the roof off and wind in our ears, blocking any possible sound from being heard.

I got into the small car and started it, hoping I was doing the right thing. The rumble of the car was the opposite of calming, as I needed it to be, I was going to help my love-Clyde Barrow. The small car shuddered and then stopped as I pulled up to the jail, I sat in the car thinking before getting out, what if I get caught. I ignored these thoughts and got out of the car. I walked to the back Clyde’s stolen V8 Ford, I popped the trunk hearing the *click* as it opened. I grabbed a handgun and hid it in the pocket hidden by the hem of my dress, the dress immediately felt heavier. My dress sweeping the dirt off the ground, distracted me as I sauntered- to avoid any accusations- towards the door of the jailhouse. I walked in with a bright, welcoming smile- waving at the guards as I stopped at the secretary’s desk.

Curious, I looked up at the building and suddenly my heart stopped. My muscles contracted and my nerves sent a violent quake through my body. I didn’t notice the dropped cigarette that was burning a hole in my pants. Finally, the pain bit me. I grabbed the cigarette, throwing it out the window while almost swerving off the road. After regaining control, I closed my eyes and reopened them to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating; I wasn‘t. Ten police cars sat in front of the school, all in a perfect line with their drivers standing close-by. I contemplated driving off but it was too late. We had already been spotted.

Between 7:15 and 7:30 last night a person, by the name of Paul Dudden, in this residence, took his last breath behind the screen in the library as he was being brutally murdered. One thing’s for sure the murderer knew what they wanted. They wanted Paul Dudden gone. When Paul Dudden took his last look at this cruel world, the murderer looked down and smiled at their accomplishment. Unfortunately for the murderer, it is clear who this malevolent person is. He was no other that Mr. Parsons himself. After interviewing Mrs. Parsons, one of the Ellis’ car went into the driveway drove by the one and only Amy Ellis at 8:00. Now here’s the thing, why didn’t Mr. Parson see the car as well? As the car drove in, Mr. Parsons wasn’t in his house at all.

Deej Logan was just like any normal high school girl. She woke up on her first day of school and combed her hair, picked out the “perfect” outfit and headed out the door. What she didn’t know is that after that day nothing would be the same. Nothing that day seemed to be going right. At school drama was swarming all around her, not exactly what she hoped the first day would be like. By the time the last bell of the day rang she was more than happy to get out of that school. She drove home as quickly as she could but as soon as she got home she realized that she had forgotten to pick up her sisters. “Great.” She thought sarcastically as she sat back down in her car and drove off. Just then she pulled out her phone to message one of her friends about her awful day. That one decision changed everything. Before she had a chance to send the message Deej veered off into oncoming traffic and was killed on impact.

Surviving a shooting is unthinkable and to have to go to trial as a witness and relive the shooting is even more unthinkable. Josie deals with going to the trial and observes all the grieving. Josie’s mother Alex begins to date Patrick, one of the detectives on Peter’s case. While on the stand, Josie breaks down and tells everyone she killed Matt Saab, her former boyfriend. The jury deliberates and finds both Peter and Josie guilty. I evaluate why Josie went to prison, predict that Alex and Patrick will get married, and question why Josie shot Matt.

It was a cloudy day, a mild 78 degrees and Lezley McSpadden was taking a drag of her cigarette outside of the local grocery store where she was employed. She was midway through her shift when a friend of hers called and said that someone had been shot by Canfield Green Apartments. Maybe it’s only a mother’s instinct to recoil in fear, but in that moment Lezley could think only of her son Michael. Michael had recently graduated three months before and she wasn’t sure of his

She remembered that we took the train tracks to obtain getting to her house faster. She had seen an opening in the neighborhood and she turned. We followed, but, Keisha noticed it was getting to the point of pitch black and decided to call her mother. She recalled that we showed up to her street when she noticed that there was teenage boys were in a pick-up. She viewed them speedup and also create noise to either to scare us or show off. She bellowed grow up as loud as she humanly could. She heard the truck come back and just ignored them. She heard them again and started running to her house. Nevertheless, Jordyn’s side is the last one to

I look over at Caleb and see that he is unconscious, with blood rolling down his forehead from a shard of glass that hit him when the back windows exploded. Suddenly I hear a loud scream. Sirens, making a noise so blood curdling, like a symphony of women screaming at the top of their lungs. It reminds me of that day when I was eight, except this time it’s my brother who I am hoping is okay, not Tina, who I knew wasn’t going to make it.

It was the middle of June in 1996. Annie Bauer was a freshman at Hastings High School. She had three friends from school over to her farm for a little get together in the shop. This was very common for the Bauers to have friends over since the Bauer home was a good safe place for friends to hang out, that way the parents would not have to worry. Annie’s friend Jake had to be home at 10:00 p.m. Janna, Annie’s other friend, was responsible for bringing Jake home but wanted to stay back with her boyfriend Steve. Instead of starting an argument with Janna, Annie volunteered to take Jake home. Annie, Katie, and Jake all got into Annie’s brother’s 1993 Buick LeSabre which was in perfect condition since it was only three years old. The interior had

The two continued to argue on seemingly no end what the right solution would be, they both sat in the car and prepared to head back home. It was now late and dark and it was clear that they were both completely freaked out. The longing for a simple night of playing call of duty and drinking mountain dew seemed so much better than what had transpired. They both clicked in their seatbelts and began the drive back into town. The ride back was again silent the two boys didn’t really know what to do or how to go about what they just

He laid there, staring at the tv playing the news. It was about the shooting. I rushed to turn it off, blocking his view. He blinked at me, then smiled. “Hey, buddy.” I smiled back, crawling next to him and hugging him. Some happy tears stained our shirts as I held him. We laid there for a long time in just pure silence. Our minds were saying the unspoken words. “Why did it happen?” Travis said into the air. “It happened because--” I stopped short. Why did it happen? Travis stared up at me, waiting for my answer. “I-I don’t know.” my brow furrowed in confusion as I pondered. Silence overcame us again. Eventually, soft snores came from Travis. He had fallen asleep. I stared at the wall, still unable to sleep. A woman somewhere screamed for unknown reasons. That scream triggered a flashback in my

At age 18, Darin Strauss was driving an old car with some of his high school friends and struck a girl on a bicycle with his car. It was just an innocent trip to play some miniature golf, but it turned into what one may call a devastation. It was June of his senior year in high school, as Strauss says, “Your future rarely feels so present as it does in this June of your prime.” He was planning on attending Tufts University the following fall. He did everything correct. He was not drunk. He drove the legal speed limit. He was paying full attention. He noticed a group of girls biking on the far right side of the road and at once, before he even knew what he did, it happened. He hit her. Celine Zilke, a 16 year old junior at his high school was now gone forever. Dead. That spring day of his senior year of high school shaped his future in more ways than imaginable.

Rather than give the poor girl a scare, the sheriff decided not to wear his uniform, but instead wore a white shirt and denim jeans with a brown leather belt. With bated breath Mason watched as the plane landed. It took every fiber of his being not simply walk away, as if Courtney never called him and Kylie wouldn’t be walking through the doors and into his life. Mason cursed softly and stood his ground, though his nerves were on fire and his muscular frame remained tense. It wasn’t him, but that is why it had to be him to be there for Kylie. Say anything about Mason, say that his word was his bond, even after nineteen long years when he thought he never be able to repay his debt. Only now did wonder if he could fulfill his promise. Only time would tell, but at least now Mason didn’t need to wait another nineteen years, as the door opened and people poured out into the

As the light turned green, I sat for a moment, not moving, and asked myself what I was going to do. Then I accelerated slowly, waiting for the car on my left to pass as I changed over to the left lane. I made four left turns at four consecutive stoplights until I approached the library again. Pulling into the library's parking lot, I turned off my lights, radio, and heat. As I opened the car door, the cold air stung me like a quick slap to my face. Slowly and uncertainly, I walked toward Mike.