Murderer in The Family

“I guess,” I said, mumbling under my breath once she could no longer hear me. I took my seat... it was time to take the test. The teacher handed me my test packet. I took a gulp. I don’t know this. I won’t be able to do this. I told myself, flipping open the first page. I’ll skip this and come back to it… Uggg! I might as well just skip all of them! I went through the formulas, over and over, and in what seemed like no time at all, the teacher was collecting our papers. I gave mine to her and slumped low in my chair.

“ahhhhhh! ” I heard a scream as i ran downstairs, my eyes began to tremble as i cried “ mom , Dad!” my hands began shaking as i walked up to the men in the mysterious mask. I asked the man “ you did this!” as I screamed “ I will kill you bastard!” I went in for a punch he blocked me and cut my hand, as blood flowed from my hands i screamed “ Ahhhhhhhhhh!” The men handed me the knife and he jumped out of the window. “ Mom, Dad are you okay?” I asked them, “ the diamond dragon!” said Mom. A cold wind blew out of the window, my Mom’s head dropped to the ground, and that was all I remembered. I was only 17, my little sister who was 4 at the time didn't know anything that happened. I was blamed for my parents murder. They took away the only thing

The National Geographic film, A Portrait of a Killer, examines the types of stress that living beings can endure, and how it can thus affect the rest of their bodies. Severe chronic stress can lead even lead to the destruction of brain cells. Dr. Robert Sapolsky is a neurobiologist of Stanford University who has been researching stress for over thirty years. In order to study stress and its implications upon nonhumans, he went to Africa to study baboons. This species has only three hours of stress caused by eating, and the rest of their daily routine is consumed by about nine hours of free time. Much like Western society, baboons socially stress out one another, as they have social hierarchies to regulate how them interact with one another.

Many people say the documentation of the murder of the Clutter family is Truman Capote’s best work. It started out as an article for The New Yorker, and evolved into the non-fiction novel; the first of its kind. Capote traveled to Kansas with friend Harper Lee to research the killings. In the course of six years bringing this narrative together, Capote began taking drugs and drinking heavily due to the dark nature of the book. Truman Capote tells the true story of a family murdered in In Cold Blood, through character analysis and symbolism to prove nature is a stronger force than nature in shaping a person’s character.

What did the judge do wrong? Which judicial selection option—either appointment, election, or merit—would help to reduce instances of judicial misconduct?

Serial killers traumatize entire communities and cause tremendous disturbance to everyone. The Gilgo Beach serial killer is also known as the Long Island serial killer and Craigslist Ripper is said to have been responsible for 10 to 17 murders. The killer is said to target those who work in the sex industry and is believed to have been active for more than 20 years. Although the killer has been active more than 20 years the police are nit anywhere near to catching him. This essay will take a look at the investigation of the serial killer, take a look at who some of the victims were and finally give my opinion on how the case is being handled. It is important to note that the identity of the killer has not been identified therefore there has not been a trial and a sentencing. Also for the purpose of this essay I will be referring to the Unsub as The Gilgo Beach serial killer or simply as the killer.

I was surrounded by the sound of graphite moving anxiously over paper. The clamor filled my ears and collided with the dull ticking of the clock that hung over the SAT proctor’s disorderly, graying hair. There were only eighteen minutes left and I still had not written a single word. The prompt reverberated in my head like a ringing bell, but I could not form cohesive thoughts. My heart raced and my fingernails dug into the curve of my palm in panic, leaving small, pallid impressions in their wake. Pleading with myself, I considered the page that lay askew on the on the chipped desk in front of me. I wrote a desperate and painfully arbitrary sentence that I quickly erased. Nothing sounded right. I had studied and prepared for this moment with

Scanning the darkness from left to right, seeing near where he stood, he first took in the main counter, seeing it being configured as an “L” shape. He then looked through its transparent fronts, seeing the remains of small and empty displays. Even through the dimness brought by the open door, he could tell their whiteness was dust covered. His eyes lifted, looking beyond the main counter, and then scanned slightly right. Seeing further into the depth of the room, and on its other side, sat a set of two counters travelling the far wall. Both, butted end-to-end, they led to a back area he could not fully see. He assumed that was where the back entryway was and where the killer entered.

As I walk into the school, I take a deep breath repeating the words “I can do this, I’ve done it before.” Laying my paper down to the table, the woman gives me the okay to head up to room 222. Walking up the stairs I could feel my heartbeat pound harder and harder, as if I had an elephant pounding on my chest. Realizing this was my last chance to take this test before I started applying to colleges, made my stress level rise uncontrollably.

It was a peaceful and normal first hour. Well, at least for the people in it. Everyone was yelling, and the teacher had just given up on trying to stop them, and now was just browsing for a retirement home in Key West. I looked up at Jordan, who was my best and only friend. Her spiked blond hair was never put down, even in the toughest rain. Her tan legs sat on top of her desk, and her pine green eyes scanned the school newspaper.

Her eyes scanned the page as if she was learning to read for the first time. The more she looked, the less she understood. How could was she unable to understand something this simple? It was so simple, yet the answers still did not show themselves.The idea of failure was foreign to her, as was confusion. Whenever the teacher set a paper on the desk in front of her, she would complete it with ease. It was what everyone expected of her, and she always lived up to that expectation. That was the norm, until today. For just a moment, panic set in. How could she damage her reputation by asking a question? What would her parents think of her if they knew she wasn’t perfect? As her heart slowed down, she secretly pulled out her notes, making sure

Abigail Jay stood in front of the school on the rain drenched steps, rocking on her heels. She was waiting for Jimmy, her uncle to close the shop for ten minutes to come and get. Most of the other students had already left from the campus once the last bell rang, they booked it. Abigail was use to waiting for Jimmy, it wasn’t uncommon for him to be late and if anything she’d be worried if he was on time. Abigail tangled with the pull strings of her hoodie, an excited smile on her face.

People need to realize that life sentencing is not bad. It is a form of justice, “Getting an eye for an eye”, but the more realistic way. Because if people were to kill because someone killed their own, there would be no peace and crime would occur everywhere. Many people are biased to say that a juvenile should get sentenced to life when it involves their own family, who wouldn’t. But we have to be reasonable enough to realize that a juvenile doesn’t deserve to die, they are just starting their life. In the article "Behind one Supreme Court case, the tale of forgiveness for sister's killer", by Cristian Science Monitor, the author states “Three years ago, the Supreme Court declared that mandatory life sentences were unconstitutional for those

In my opinion the law enforcement should keep going to find the unresolved homicide because if it was on of there family members they would want them to keep finding out who did it for justice.Just because it is not one of there own you still have to find out who did it because there are families out there still wondering who killed their loved one and they want that person to go to prison and stop them from killing someone else's loved ones.Even if it takes years for law enforcement to find there killer you have to find out who it was and if the family tells you just to give up then you can but overall it depends on the families.For example in the article “Open Cases: Why one-third of murders in America go unresolved” by Martin Kaste.He interviews a lady named Delica Turner and she said “ I think that the Police just give up”, her husband was murdered and they still haven't found out who it was.

All of the students nearly jump out of their skin and run as fast as lightning out of the door. All except two, Mckenna and Annie. Mckenna hesitates and lazily wakes up from sleep. She peers around the classroom, and soon her eyes meet Mrs. Williams’s. There was complete silence. “Mckenna, have you finished your test?” Mrs. William asked calmly.