I Am Turlin Possum, Or The Killer

I gave a small glare to the man standing in the corner of the room he just looks at me like I killed his pet goldfish. I still didn't understand what was going on. The two men look at each other and then they just leave the room, but inside that room, i could hear the men yelling at each other. Then it goes dead silent. The first man walks in “Come with me now!” He says,I stand up and follow him out of the room. When we get out I see the other man lying on the floor weak and lifeless. They put me in the room right in front of the man and made me watch every time he was hit when he tried to get up. I felt so bad for this guy, all he did was try to help someone that does not sound that bad. Does it? After 3-4 hours of this torture for this good man they finally stop, 4-5 gards pick him up and throw him in my room. Then the guard that was beating him walks up and says,”If you like them so much them you can be one of them.”. Then night fell i slept in the back he was still lying helpless on the floor. I wake up to the sound of the door slamming again. I jump up the guard is not there any more i was so scared about what happened to

It was a cold Friday evening, i was walking home from school and i heard a scream coming from my neighbors house. i walked up the drive and knocked on the door, but nobody answered. i slowly opened the door and creeped in.the house looked empty. i looked around and noticed a blood trail leading to the upstairs hallway. in the hallway there was a kitchen knife on the little corner stand by the stairs. i grabbed the knife just incase i got attaked. i heard crying coming from the other side of one of the upstairs doors. when i opened the door the first thing that i saw was a body lying on the floor and a young girl was hovering over it crying.She looked lke she was either 3 or4. The girl said “ i had to or he would have killed me.” i examoned

In the opening of the film “The Killer at Thurston High”, the narrator claims that Kipland Kinkel’s life was “nothing remarkable” (Kirk, M. PBS Video.) After viewing the film and considering this claim, I will admit I am bothered by it. The film itself is a documentary of a large school shooting, which is anything but unremarkable. In addition, the events and description of Kip’s life within the video completely contradict this statement. Kip Kinkel’s life is filled with family, educational, and bullying issues. In fact, he failed at nearly everything he attempted to do.

It was dark and alone and I felt the need to cry. One by one everyone I have ever loved showed up. My mom, my sister, my late girlfriend, my grandma… I could go on. Their eyes were on me and only me. I was the only stimulus in the room. The yelled at me. I was irrational . I had put them in a situation where they didn’t even know me anymore. I was the monster under the bed and I was the reason why people were scared. They yelled so loud to the point where I didn’t even know if they were screams anymore.

Most people stopped smiling. Screams were heard. Dancing stopped. Why were people screaming? All I heard was the beat of the music. People began running towards the front door, into the bathroom, behind the bar. Anywhere they could hide. I stood on my tiptoes to see the commotion, A guy was holding a gun, shooting us. Bodies dropped rapidly. My heart sunk. Where was Travis? Kendra? I couldn’t find my best friends. Still on my tiptoes, I looked around. I saw Kendra. Then a crowd of people engulfed her and I could no longer see her. I hoped that my friends would be okay before I rushed into the bathroom. A small pile of people cowered together upon hearing the bathroom door swing open. They thought I was him. Once seeing I held no weapon, they yanked my t-shirt sleeve and pulled me into the pile of crying, shaking, scared friends. I pulled out my phone, clicking it on then opening the thread of messages between my mom and I. Quickly, I typed a brief explanation of what was happening and where I was. I sent an ‘I love you both’ before shoving my phone back in my pocket. I gripped a stranger’s hand tightly, tears rushing down my face like a waterfall. A sob choked in my throat, causing my breath to hitch, letting out a hiccup. A stranger hugged me closer. The shouts wouldn’t leave my head. I heard them all over, I heard the shrieks, the calls for help. Why is this happening? was all I could think. I squeezed my eyes shut, throwing my hands over my ears,

I jumped into action and had no choice but to start running. My heart skipped a beat as a bullet whistled past my head and thudded into the wall behind me and I knew I couldn’t stop running. I heard thousands of footsteps in pursuit and I needed some place to hide. I flew through the first door I saw, ducked down and cowered behind a desk. I hid and waited to hear the footsteps pass by. My heartbeat was banging as loud as a drum as I breathed a huge sigh relief only to jump out of my skin as I felt a hand reach out and grab me from

There I lay quietly and still as my gun wound gets worse, I fell a breeze go across my face like wind on a stormy day I think to myself “am I going to die?” then I see in the distance a glowing light flashing red and blue continuously as I hear the sirens getting closer I start to fade. I’m awake sitting in a chair in the hospital then I check my body for wounds and but…found nothing as I walk down the hallway I suddenly remember that my mom was in the hospital for reasons I did not know I said to myself quietly “I’ll just go home and rest for now” as I walk out of the hospital and towards my car I see a white owl fly by some ones house and remembered I saw it in my dream just flashbacks of little glimpses from my dream I reach for my car handle and opened my car I sat down shivering in the cold night for my back window was broken, as I am diving I feel a slight pain on my lower back I stop at the side of a burger hut and check as the pain got worse I see guys getting closer wearing saggy clothes one pulls a gun on me…im laying on the floor…once again I am in the hospital chair this time I do everything over again not realizing it but there was a little ball underneath my skin.

When I was four years old, I wasn’t paying attention to my parents and as they were walking into a store, they left me behind. I remember really wanting a Barbie bicycle and I had been distracted. I was then left alone inside of Rockingham Mall and since I was only four, I didn’t know what to do. At first, I started panicking and looking around the mall. I remember seeing a lot of people walking by and it was a really busy day. So then I started to cry and I walked around the mall all by myself. I was on the second floor at that time so I went down the stairs, which I tripped on. I had hit my hand badly and it was bleeding. That’s when I started to cry. I then walked around the mall crying until I reached one of the exits.

Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock went off at 8 in the morning on a beautiful Friday morning in Brockton. It was kind of hard to believe because Brockton was probably the most destructive city on the planet. Well, at least in my opinion it was. It was the month of May, which meant school is almost over. I was 9 at the time as well. I woke up and jumped right out of bed. I could smell the delicious pancakes being baked in the kitchen by my mother. I ate 2 and then got ready for school. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, washed my face and headed out the door, which was my usual routine every week day morning. I headed to the bus stop and on my way there, I had a bad feeling about something, like as if something were to go wrong, like something really terrible would happen to something. Or even someone. I tried to ignore it and get through this day as soon as possible as usual, but today was not like any other day, for something horrific occurred on this very day.

I walk to the bathroom. The mirror is smashed in several places but I can make out my image through the small pieces that are still enact. My cheeks bones come out in sharp directions and my eyes have black circles around them. My eyes fall into hollow holes on my face. I look loney. I tie my hair back and everything is pulled back. I look tough and my face is serious. The last memory that I have of anyone is my father telling me to smile. His face full of wrinkles and his smile seemed force, but his words were meaningful. I remember smiling for him and feeling gulity for lying to him. Not through words but through the smile. I think in the end, he knew I only smiled for him and he understood my pain. That's why when the gun came up and he told me to leave the room and to never open the door again, I

While I was walking in the cold, my stomach started making loud noises. No one gave me money today. The last time I ate was yesterday morning. I gazed up and looked at the big, round moon. It was beautiful. Reminded me of Melissa. As I got near the bus stop, I heard yelling. I quickly spun around to see what happened. A man about 6 feet tall is fighting with another guy that is probably 5 feet tall. The taller guy yanked a fedora from the other guy’s hand roughly. He ran, but just before he could go far, the smaller guy ran after him and jumped on his back. He wrapped his arms and legs around him and started choking him as hard as he could. I couldn't watch this any longer. I angrily walked up to them. I put my hands on the smaller guy’s shoulders

I didn’t know what to do. And I knew I needed to calm down because when I looked down I saw I wasn’t even wearing shoes, I was walking bear foot this whole time. More than anything I was still in wet clothes. I walked down the hill, and walked over to my aunt. My aunts friends that we came with were all asking me if I had found my bag, the obvious answer was no. My aunt told me and suggested I go to the office and ask if anyone had found a missing bag. But I droughted anyone would go return the bag. My cousin Melissa and her younger brother Martin came with me up to the office. We walked in and there was a lady at the office desk. I walked up to her and told her that I had lost my bag, and that If anyone had found it and brought it to them. She told me to describe how the bag looked like. I explained that the bag was black and had a zipper on the side. The lady told m e I had to be more specific. My voice was shaky and I was holding back my tears. There was another man at the desk and another man behind me. I asked if I could talk to her in private, we stepped aside and explained to her some of the contents inside of the bag. I then began to cry. And I think the lady noticed I was because she then told me to wait. She walked into a door and she came out with none other than my bag. And that was the moment when a brick was lifted off of me. I could breath again. I thanked the lady and walked out of the office. My little cousin told me I

The bus driver turned and scream,“SIT DOWN I HAVEN’T EVEN OPENED THE DOOR YET!” The bus door popped open. I stood up and grabbed my bag, my hair had started to harden, it felt like I had a pile of crap on top of my head. I stepped into the aisle just to be shoved into another row of seats. My face hit the side of the bus, I felt blood dripping on my face. I make a quick move to cover the blood. People thought I was weird enough, I didn’t need unexplained bloody noses’ on the bus, to add to the odd things about me.

It started out as an unusual Monday morning. I woke up to loud rumbling noises at 4:00 in the morning. I got up and opened my bedroom door and walked down the hallway and peered around the corner and looked into the livingroom. There standing/sitting in my living room were about 40 different Leperkhanz. It wasn’t even Leperkhanz Day! They were just doing their own thing until they saw me, they froze for about 20 seconds, and then all I can remember is them throwing this dust, powdery stuff at me. Next thing I know is I wake up in my bed to my mom screaming at me to get up and ready for school. Once I get on the bus everything's going great until our bus breaks down in the middle of nowhere. I look for my cellphone, but I can’t find it and

My mother was the women I saw them taking her and I knew who they were too. Not literally the men under the mask but the people they were working for. They were working for an underground illegal business. They were called the A.W.E.G. (Advanced Warfare Elimination Group) I knew them as the people I was running from. Very few even knew about their existence. Now I had to get out of the house. As I got out of the front I saw a van drive away, I knew they had my mother in there. I turned around and the house exploded. I felt so many things at once if you’ve ever seen a rag doll get thrown around I looked more than likely exactly like that. Once I hit the ground all the pain I didn’t feel kicked in. The force of the explosion threw me into the ground at a high speed. Once I hit the ground it felt like jumping out of a 5 story building and splating on concrete. I looked at my arms and they had some first degree burns It felt like a sunburn on steroids. I also couldn’t feel my leg until I looked at it. A piece of rebar went all the way through my thigh. There was nothing I had ever felt to describe it. Once I pulled it out I started walking to an old friend’s house. After limping around