Mary Jones: A Narrative Fiction

“John, what happened?” Officer Marks ask. I just keep crying and I hold Veronica’s head against my chest. An hour later they take Veronica into the ambulance. I just sit on the floor crying. “John, I need to take you in for questioning.” Officer Marks says. I get up and walk with him to the cop car. I get in the back and he

Mary Jones story revealed some of Mary's medical history was a violation of privacy. The medical records were not public information unless the patient gave permission, which in this case the patient did not give permission. Since, Mary jones and the affairs did not give right for anyone to release her information. Therefore, I believe Mary Jones and doctor have a right to sue the newspaper and the reporter, because of the publication of medical

On February tenth, 1675, an Indian attack on Lancaster during King Philip’s War resulted in the capture of twenty-four people. Mary Rowlandson was among these captives, and the resulting captivity narrative, titled The Narrative of the Captivity and the Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson, published in 1682, is formed based on her memory. Rowlandson’s captivity narrative carried great significance in that it came to be used as a didactic Jeremiad, leading its Calvinist audience back towards God’s path and away from an allegorical wilderness.

What would you do if you were a witness to child abuse today? Would you turn your head as if it were not your business, would you intervene immediately, or would you report the abuser to the authorities? It was approximately 1869 - 1870 when a woman named Charlotte Fiehling "cringed at the sound of the child's beating. She had heard it before, but had never laid eyes the child. The little girl was no more than five or six if she was a day, judging by her size, and her poor legs were striped with the welts of a whip, her body bruised from blows. Her hair matted and infested with vermin, no doubt, and she did not appear to have had a bath of any kind for many days, if not weeks" (qtd. In Shelman 187). This little girls name was Mary

Finally I have escaped. I was critical about escaping at first but now I know that it was the right choice to make. I escaped with Mary Ingles, a fellow captive. We escaped while on an expedition to find salt away from the village. Mary says we are going home, but I have no home anymore. I was the only survivor of the raid. However, Mary is a kind person and says that I could live with her family. Poor Mary she has had even worse than me she has lost all her children to the Shawnee. I feel very fortunate that I survived my captivity at all. Some of our fellow captives were even burned alive by the indians. I am lucky that I gained their respect by running the gauntlet. Mary and I escaped because they let us go out into the woods to forage

It all began when I got a letter from my boyfriend, Mark Fossie. He wanted to ship me over to the war in Vietnam. Mark sent me the money to go. I was not sure about the idea at first, the more I thought about it the more I wanted to go. An exciting new place, new experiences, an adventure. My life here is boring and I have missed Mark since he left. Six weeks after his letter, I arrive in Vietnam. It is so overwhelming in this new place although it is kind of exhilarating, it makes me feel very alive.

Mother Jones was a person that loved to help people get better jobs (Mintz and McNeil), so she devoted her life to help the working class (Horton 10). “The working people whose rights she fought for loved her” (Horton 12). This shows that the people who she helped appreciated the work she was doing to make their lives better. She was present in many different worker strikes, like coal strikes, steel strikes and cotton mill strikes (Mintz and McNeil). She campaigned all day, every day for workers all over the country. Mother Jones first got a firsthand look at child labor when she traveled through Alabama. She got a job at a mill and saw little girls and boys as young as six years old doing dangerous jobs that could seriously hurt them. The little kids got paid 10 cents a day for working from 5:30 a.m. until dark (Kraft 54) She was also was an active supporter in legislation against child labor (“Mother Jones”)

Stacy don’t open the door." Timmy whispered in a frightened voice. "I won't sweetheart I wont." As I pushed my back against the wall broken glass had splattered above my head and all over me. As soon as I felt the strange man grabbing my hair I stood up, away from the dangerous guy. "What do you want? Don’t hurt these innocent children!" As I yelled in a tone that I had never yelled in before, the threatening man opened the door. As soon as I noticed he had opened the door I stood in front of the children's desk with my hands held apart one to the left, as one to the right. "Please stop!" I yelled in a frightened voice. "Move out the way lady!" As the perilous man pushed me to the side he picked up the desk. Sarah still curled up in a ball. I noticed him picking her up. "Mrs. Stacy please don’t let him take me! Stop I don’t like you dad!" I was in shocked to hear Sarah's words coming out of her mouth. "Don’t come near me lady!" As Sarah's dad was about to leave the room I threw a chair at her dad's back. "Put her down I said!" As I shouted to him, he had left me unconscious there sitting on the

The narrative titled, “A Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson,” written by Mary Rowlandson is closely related to the narrative titled, “The interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano, or Gustavvas Vassa”, written by Olaudah Equaiano. Both narratives talk about captivity, the struggles of being held a prisoner, and the everyday emotions that each character goes through. Each of the narratives dives into the theme of Self vs. Other; however, each one takes a different look or view between racial and cultural difference. Each other also focuses on different aspects of faith and the impact that it has on the characters captivity experiences.

“No!” It was my mom’s voice, I ran into the office and saw a gun on the floor, part of the wood chipped out as my dad stormed away. My mom was sobbing, visibly terrified. My mom followed my dad, while Missy took me upstairs with the baby and the pets. She locked the door behind her, and we saw my dad storming away from the garage in his car. After we knew he had pulled away, She led me back downstairs where my mom was waiting for the police. After around three minutes, a police officer arrived. It was after then that my mom made sure my dad couldn’t pick me up from school anymore.

Mary Mcleod Bethune once said, “Without faith, nothing is possible. With it, nothing is impossible.” This is a quote I live my life by because it lets me know I can do whatever I want in life, as long as I believe I can. Bethune was one of seventeen children and went on to become the only child in her family to attend school. She did well in school, and received a scholarship to the Scotia Seminary for Girls. After graduating, she moved to Chicago to continue her education at Moody Bible Institute. Like myself, Bethune believed that education provided the key to racial advancement, so she founded her own institute in Florida. The institute started out with only five students, but grew to over 250 students in the following years. Later, the

“Welcome home Father! We have missed you so much,” I cried. “Thank you, Mary I’ve missed you as well,” he said with a quick smile quickly turning back into a frown. “What is the matter; did I do something wrong,” I say getting frightened. “Oh no sweetheart, it is definitely not you it’s just that... never mind. Where is your mother?” “She went outdoors to hang the laundry,” I replied, biting my lip knowing that it’s my job to do the laundry.”Thank you,” he yells, already out the door. As I make my way outside, I see my father worriedly talking to my mother as a look of

After graduation every student would like the best career opportunity that he or she can get. Mary Jones was a great student top one percent of her class that make her the best employee for many companies. She had many offers from different jobs which she interviewed, and her choices was endless. Mary Jones was a devoted person in school, Hardworking and ready to share the knowledge she gained from her institute at Central University. In her eyes working hard will pay off, and she will have better opportunity and will gain more respect, just as she was in school. After graduation she decided to work for Universal Products Company one of her choices. She thought it was the best choice that she had made. The salary was great until she found out something different a year

On her way home from the night-shift, Mary Watson found a coin on the sidewalk. She smiled as she picked it up and put it in her pocket, getting the feeling of being a coin richer. She started walking again, didn´t want to be home to late. Suddenliy she saw a dog running towards her, but it slowed down when it got closer. It stopped and stared, and it looked as if it smiled at her. ”Hi” she heard, as if she was thinking it herself, but it wasn´t her voice. She looked around, trying to find the person who had talked to her. ”No, it´s me, down here!” She looked at the dog. ”Can you talk?” she asked, and it looked as if the dog nodded, still smiling. ”But you´re the only one who can hear me. You´ve got the coin.” She started to think she was going

“She was a king’s daughter, she was a king’s sister, she was a king’s wife, she was a queen, and by the same title a king also” # Mary Tudor was an influential women of her time period. Many in modern society know her for her particularly bad reputation as Bloody Mary, however they do not realize the contributions she made, or her influence on history . The story behind Mary’s reputation gives insight as to her true accomplishments as England’s first queen.