Mr Williams Narrative

“As a reporter, you are not supposed to see things like that. You’re supposed to write something after the facts.” Herbeck recalled one dramatic luncheon-murder with a friend whom he had worked with for 7 years. A man with a mental-illness history stabbed

“Gilroy offers provocative commentary on the creation and consumption of [the] news in 21st century America. This may be true, but Nightcrawler is a powerful reminder that the situation has only gotten worse” (Nightcrawler). It is known that the purpose of local television news is to inform people about what is happening in their communities. For example, when Lou captured the homicide scene, Nina insisted on making the scene more dramatic by telling the [presenters to keep repeating] some strong words that would scare the audience and give more fame to her TV station. Nina says, “hit it harder. Build it. Say ‘vicious attack’” (Gilroy). “Nightcrawler takes it a step further by showing us how local news operates when crime rates have dropped. This dearth of violence means there will be a frantic fight to be the first on the scene when a crime does occur; furthermore, in Lou’s case, there will also be fabrication in order to make the scene more dramatic” (‘Nightcrawler’). To succeed as a TV station, news should be exclusive and unique. However, Nightcrawler has shown how news can fabricate a crime scene in order to make it look more dramatic and more frightening. It seems as if Gilroy is questioning the credibility of news and at the same time accusing the news of obtaining their news immorally. The Nightcrawler insinuates

I was just emailing you to say that I won't be at the sectional this afternoon for the flutes. Since I got wisdom teeth removed my jaw/teeth have been feeling off and when I woke up this morning they were bothering me pretty bad so my mom figured it'd be best for me to just stay home for the day.

It was the start of the new school term and I was happy that William would be joining me at school again.

It was storming almost the entire time in Virginia. There was a lightning flash every minute and rain droplets always on the windshield. I, being the person who worries all the time, thought we would never make it to the house we were staying at. In reality the total amount of time we took was 4 hours to get from my house to theirs. I wish it didn't take as long but at least we made it in one piece. When we got done unpacking, we relaxed and watched movies. The first movie we watched was ¨RV”and the second one was ¨Mrs. Doubtfire¨. That was a great and funny night and while watching those movies I was thinking to myself, what if Robert Williams was still alive? What would his next movie be?

She smiled as the refreshing breeze blew into her face, filling her nose with the sweet smell of her flowers. Maria Brown always enjoyed the cool mornings. She adored the sound of the bird chirping and feeling of the warm sunlight shining down her body, making her feel drowsy. But today was one of those days with too many things to do. The old Mrs. Brown looked like she was being controlled by invisible strings from above, only her puppeteer was drunk. She had that brilliant smile on her face, and her cheeks were faintly pink from all her excitement. She was getting a visitor today, her dearest granddaughter was coming to visit from the big city.

There is also quite simply the gruesome nature of these crimes. It is not just Jack the Ripper, but rather all serial killers and general criminals that attract the attention of a variety of audiences. In humanity’s diametrically opposed worldview, crimes are seen as being committed by delinquents, and criminals are vastly different from the average “good” person. Therefore outlandish and egregious crimes carry more interest in the media. According to a study by the Federal Bureau of Investigations, less than one percent of murders are committed annually by serial killers as opposed to 12.5 percent of murders that are committed by members of one’s own family. And yet, domestic violence stories are often dismissed fairly quickly by the media, precisely because of their frequency. Because of this, it is not so much the unknown quantity of Jack the Ripper that generates such broad appeal but rather the rarity of these uniquely horrendous crimes themselves. The histrionics of the retellings have escalated with the times much as they did with the original reportings from the first murder to the last.

“It helps a little if you think of them as people,” Alice suggested, her high, musical voice too fast for human ears to understand, if any had been close enough to hear. “Her name is Whitney. She has a baby sister, she adores. Her mother invited Esme to that garden party, do you remember?’ “I know who she is,” Jasper said curtly. He turned away to stare out at one of the small windows that were spaced just under the eaves around the long room. His tone ended the conversation. He would have to hunt tonight. It was ridiculous to take risks like this, trying to test his strength, to build his endurance. Jasper should just accept his limitations and work within them.His former habits were not conducive to our chosen lifestyle; he shouldn’t

Lastly, the dramatization by news programs today produces a glamorization of crime. News stories on crimes are extremely popular due to the fact that audiences’ remember bad news much easier than good news. Take history for example, much of history is filled with recounts of gruesome murders, wars, and scandals. An estimated 71 million viewers across the country tune in to their local news station’s broadcast (Yanich, 2004, p. 537). It can easily be assumed then that an estimated 71 million people will know the basic details of a crime that their news station is broadcasting. Crimes and their corresponding cases are exceedingly well known by viewers at the time when they are broadcasted; people know the names of the suspects, victims, and the main details of the crime itself. As posited in Yanich’s article (2004) on crime and the media, “The media’s treatment of and its relationship to crime and justice policy has received much attention.”(p. 535). With all of this attention on crimes in the news it is not surprising that in many instances alleged or even convicted criminals are seen as celebrities. These criminals receive ample airtime, and in many situations crimes and criminals that are highly broadcasted in the news are often later turned into big blockbuster movies. Movies such as Psycho, Bonnie and Clyde, and Zodiac are all based upon real life criminals and crimes. Some serial killers even have secret admirers that are obsessed with them. These admirers send these

There was only one body and it was male.” The man behind the desk was getting visibly agitated. “Me-Messer said her name was Jenny and that is all, he’s helping us work up a composite photo as we speak.” Correa’s composure was beginning to waver under the tension in the room. The man stood up and put his hands on the desk which was Correa’s one barrier between them. “Are you telling me the first solid clue we have in the largest serial killer case in the history of the United States is a kid who got date raped and a bullshit picture of a girl who we don’t even know is real?” he roared. “Well sir we have witness accounts of him with the girl but no clear details on her appearance, nothing solid on camera either. Also forensics doesn’t think he had intercourse last night.” Correa said as calmly as possible. The man slammed his hands on the table as he sat back

Mrs. Johnson awoke from a deep sleep bright and early, just because she wanted to get a head start on her beautiful day. Before departing out the door, she made sure had collected herself, putting on her most appealing dress, she had stuffed her handbag with marshmallows. Mrs. Johnson had a current mission as she stepped into the crisp morning air, happy as a clam. Ordinary this wasn’t something she would normally do, but it was something she enjoyed. Nevertheless, nothing could ruin this day, more so, she wouldn’t let anything ruin this day. Mrs. Johnson’s attitude was preeminent to the others and radiated so much that it could be noticed from Upstate New York and a glow to her that matched the sun’s. Finally, when she stepped out of the door, people rushed by her, because they all had a destination, but Mrs. Johnson wasn’t quite sure we're she was going. Aimlessly, Mrs. Johnson roamed the streets until she found something that needed her attention, weaving in and out of the busy bodies that occupied the sidewalks. Finally she decided that at such an early hour, black coffee sounded delightful, so she decided to embark to a local cafe on the corner of “Main Street”. On her way there, she passed a small apartment complex and found a petite child crying. Because Mrs. Johnson was concerned for the girl, she walked over to her.

“Whatever,” Julia thought as she examined the ring, “I’ll just keep it.” She slipped the small object into her pocket. A chill went down her spine. “Grabbed my stuff, switched off the lights, do I need to do anything else? Yep...sleep!” Julia thought to herself. She waved to the doctors on her way out of the hospital..

Tired of listening to her own whiney thoughts, Julia grabbed her purse and sunglasses and headed out. She found a gourmet deli and bought a selection of meats, cheeses, bread, vegetables, and fruit, along with some wine two plastic glasses and a bag to carry it all. During her shopping, her phone buzzed and she quelled a feeling of dread. When she saw it was Richard she smiled. On the screen read

Tired of listening to her own whiney thoughts, Julia grabbed her purse and sunglasses and headed out. Finding a gourmet deli in the area, she bought a selection of meats, cheeses, bread, vegetables, and fruit, along with some wine two plastic glasses and a bag to carry it all. During her shopping, her phone buzzed and she quelled a feeling of dread. When she saw it was Richard she smiled. On the screen read

“Maya, dad died in a plane crash last night,” I hoped I would never hear those words, but when they left Sophia’s mouth I clasped on the floor. I went into shock, I didn’t cry, I didn’t speak, I just sat there on the floor for a minute. Then I ran.