Narrative Essay On Being Captive

A young African boy, impacted by the society in mid-nineteenth century, wrote about him growing up with negative viewpoints all around and not being able to learn like other kids did . This boy was Frederick Douglass and this autobiography was “My Bondage and My Freedom”. In “My Bondage and My Freedom”, Frederick Douglass illustrates the impact of a like-minded society, the impact knowledge had on a slave, and slaves having knowledge allowed for them to have free thought but still not being free as a person.

Agony onto others is just horrid. Violence can inflict an immense amount of agony on a person. One act of violence can change a person’s mindset, even if it’s for a split second. This man had changed his mood rapidly. He went from a joking manner to a serious, frightening demeanor. He was at a loss of temper and patience. I had never told anyone of this as I was petrified of a ghastly outcome. It’s in everyone’s best interest to talk to someone about situations similar to this, and warn others of what to do if they happen to stumble into one.

It was that time of the year when school was finally over and it was summer! I remember being super excited for the summer and having total freedom because I just had got my license. I got my license and my first car so I was excited to do many things during the summer. A couple weeks into the summer, my friends and I hung out a lot because I had my own car. More into the summer, near the end of July and the start of August, my friends and I were out one night and it was about 2 in the morning, I wasn’t supposed to be driving after 9 but I did anyway. We were on our way to McDonald’s and I’m trying to get there as soon as possible to get home and not get caught. As I’m driving to McDonald’s I see the speed limit which was 30 mph and I was

Fire coursed my lungs and I struggled to breathe as I fought the flames. In spite of that, I still couldn’t get through. I panicked. Guards were bound to arrive any second now and we would be sitting ducks I these flames. Hoping my team were following, I moved my nimble body to the wall. If I couldn’t get through the flames we had caused, then we’ll have to go over them. My skin tingled as the orange flames began to scorch the coat I was wearing. My head was clouding. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t breathe. The lack of oxygen was breaking me down. What a relief if I would just let go, let go….. A jolt from behind woke me up from my daydreams. Grinning like a madman, Alex shouted from behind me “Come on Robin!” Using his incredible gymnastic skills he vaulted over the wall and across the barrier of flames. When he got down he doubled over laughing at my shocked expression. And seeing what he had done, soon the rest of the team joined him. Though where was the captive? Alex’s amused expression soon turned to horror as he realised the same thing I had. We had lost the captive. Again. Furthermore, we did not understand what sort of cruelty he could do now we brought him to his home territory. Even more, now we had nothing to offer to get Ruth back. My shock turned to anger and I jumped off the wall with a determined posture. I seethed Alex with a glare, although it was not just his fault our snake-like prisoner managed to slither away. “We need a new plan,” I growled clenching my fists. “And it better be pretty

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

It was just a late night for Catherine, also known as Kitty, returning home from work around 3am. She parked her car and proceeded to walk to her apartment, about 100 feet away, in a quiet upper middle-class neighborhood. Less than a block away she was then grabbed by a strange man, "Oh, my God, he stabbed me! Please help me! Please help me!” She screamed. A light turned on in a nearby apartment and a voiced replied, "Let that girl alone!” Then the lights went out, the attacker walked away, Kitty was

I couldn’t handle it anymore. I knew that I would regret not taking the blame for Tilde and her dad, but imagine how much trouble I would be in! Forget the idea of going to prison for many years, instead I would be rotting corpse, hung in front of many people! Okay so I don’t know what the punishment for taking all the blame of bringing a bunch of illegal immigrants is, but I’m pretty sure it’s something related to Guantanamo Bay. My family stared at the floor for what felt like forever, and then I simply walked back to my room, letting sleep ease my mind.

“ I don’t believe anything you just said.” Lisa mumbles. What should I do? Should I try to escape? If I make a run will they capture me? I don’t know! I just want to live! Lisa ran toward Lester, who was waiting for her about half a mile away. After miles and miles of walking Lisa was violently pinned to the ground and tied by Lester’s henchmen.Lisa was trying to punch and bite their arms to get them off from her. “What are you doing!”, Lisa screamed.

It was just another Sunday morning. There were birds chirping, sun shining, people driving fords and Chevrolet's up and down the streets. When I got out of bed and went downstairs I saw that my family had already started breakfast and were all still at the table and talking faintly about something very quietly. My mother noticed me walk into the kitchen and told me that the rest of the family had just finished breakfast and that I could pull up a T.V. tray and watch Sing Along With Mitch with my older brother and sister and that she would make me some “Flapjacks” and be there in a flash. So I went into the den and my brother and sister were there talking and greeted me. I asked my brother why they were whispering and my mom shot him a look saying and he said “Never mind, it doesn't matter” and then I felt that

I was 21 now and I’d been hiding out at julia’s house for years now. I had a job and a child. For a long time i had been doing things on my own. I couldn’t live with my grandparents and face the fact they were the reason why my mother killed herself. At home someone kept knocking on the doors at night but we never knew who it

The cold steel refreshed my hand as I grasped the handle to enter the phone booth. Inside laid the payphone sitting silent in the claustrophobic room. It had always trapped me when I entered, and created an atmosphere of a jail cell. Luckily, my reason for entering always masked that imaginary environment because it was to connect with others and not to be left alone. Although, on that typical sticky warm Florida afternoon the jail cell surfaced and I felt like there was no escape. I was a prisoner in my own mind; being beaten up by regret and taunted by sorrow. But, as my tears fell and my mind continued to race with grief I grew stronger and my morals shifted molding me along with them. That phone call that day changed my outlook on life

Kristine was sentenced to life in prison and they can not guarantee her another trial. Her lawyer is fighting for another trial because the evidence is strong enough to prove her as innocent. I do not think her outcome is fair because there is not enough evidence to prove her as guilty. The main reason I do not think she is guilty is because her son died with a high percentage of carbon monoxide in his blood, which means he was dead before the fire started. The fire was likely to have started in the space between the ceiling and roof because of faulty wires. With this evidence, I believe she is innocent.

He walked down stairs and I waited in the shadows as he looked around fearful calling my name. “Mircalla, sweetie come back before I have to write to your mother.” I snarled and lunged at him from behind smashing the side of his face on the stone floor. I chained him up in the same fashion he did to me but I wasn’t as generous with starvation. I chained him down and locked the door never returning. A few years later I had gotten word of his death and that the Vordenburg family had it out for the Karnstein’s but it didn’t matter to me. I would never be put in a situation like that again. I will now have all the control and never let what’s left of my heart fall to sick ways of Mother. It concerned me greatly to know she had

I was on my way to prison for seven years and my question to myself was, how did I get so far out of control. Reality didn't actually hit to I was in the courtroom and got sentenced. Their was so many people to talk with on the outside that I refused to talk to. Now that I want to talk there has seem to be no one to trust with any information because it showed a sign of vulnerability in the prison atmosphere. It was a cellmate from time to time in which you got somewhat comfortable with but not in a trustworthy type way. Their was a lot of conversations within myself, in which you start to feel like you're going crazy. A voice called out to me and said, finally I got your attention. This was scary, but amazing at the same time. Who is it, I

“Fiona, grab the flashlight! Oh, know it’s too late” Me and my mom, had been put into a ridiculous game show in Hawaii called “The Stranded Ones”. It wasn't a normal game, where you spin a wheel and win money, it was pretty much the opposite. Life and death were on the line.The first day was exhausting! We had already been greeted by so many neighbors and , and I was pretty sure they're wouldn’t bother me and my mom. Turns out I Was wrong.