Personal Narrative: Gunshots

Then, I heard footsteps getting louder and louder, so quickly hid in the closet. I could hear my heart beating faster and faster as the person kept getting closer. About an hour later, I saw a shadow of a strangely shaped person leaving the room and locking the door. I was relieved and scared at the same time, I didn't know how to get out. So, I first tried to escape out of the black and blue colored window. It was very hard to open,

Fifteen year old Conrad Clark just came home from basketball practice where he was absolutely exhausted. He is the best player on his undefeated school basketball team. He lives with just his mom and only sibling Thomas after his father had recently been murdered by an unknown killer. As he approached the front door of his massive three story mansion located basically in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a lake and lots of wildlife, a gut punching feeling went through his body. He was remembering what had happened before he left for practice. He got in a huge fight with his mom about his grades in school, and was regretting some of the things he said. He goes through the front door and goes up to his bedroom on the third story. He lays down on his bed and he sees a note telling him that his mom and Thomas, are at a party and will be gone all night. He puts the note down and closes his eyes. About forty five minutes later he wakes up to his alarm going off. He turns off the alarm clock reading 10:30 p.m and is wondering why his alarm went off for no reason. He lets it go past him and goes down to the first floor and turns the television on. He turns on his favorite show, Criminal Minds, when Bang! At that moment Conrad knew that something bad

I got home and I thought I might take a few shots before I start sleeping and went to the garage to find my baseball bat missing. I was about to sob at how rough the day was. I chose to go upstairs and suddenly I slipped and fell. “Ouch,” I screamed. Luckily it was only the fourth step so I knew there wasn’t any damage done to my body except for maybe a bruise. As I was laying on the floor moaning, I turned my head and the bump was beside me. I screamed like a girl and was about to blackout. Right before my eyes closed there was a rat sitting on my baseball bat with some snow, and at that moment I blacked

Anyone who values the lives of other humans so little that he or she is willing and make the decision to kill, is the true scum of the Earth. They deserve no fame and no recognition for what they did. Now putting their faces on the news does have it benefits too, letting everyone know that there will be punishment, and his or her face can be a target at the gun range. So both sides have some good points, but I believe Sheriff John Hanlin is right when he didn’t put the name and face up of the Oregon shooter, he believes that keeping the identity hidden will help cut down on his or her glorification. Instead we should promote heroes and put them in the newspapers. The Oregon shooting saw one such example when army veteran, Chris Mintz, charged the shooter and was shoot seven times

After the the first shot I took my mind went blank. The adrenaline that flowed throughout my body, the feelings of rush, excitement, and success all in one combination of emotions. These were the feelings I had no idea excited until after that moment. Although I had a slight ache in my shoulder due to the force of the 12 gauge shotgun pushing against my shoulder. I was at a lost of words my only reactions was to run, run as fast as I could to get to the dying turkey. Once there the turkey was not fully dead yet It was still flopping around and blood camp oozing out splattering me. Looking at the suffering bird I places my boot on it head to the ground, then grabbed the turkey's body pulling it so its

The last time I went to visit family in 2015, grandmother pointed out every shooting to her memory in the past year, “the house next to this one had a couple fighting and the woman got shot,” “The arcade became a bar and has had two shootings this year,” “Right there, we saw a carjacking by gunpoint.” She seemed unphased by the amount of violence near their home. She and my grandfather, Nonno, had become jaded from the long-lasting violence near them. All I could think while being in Kankakee was, “get away.” Ambulances, police cars, and fire trucks rushed past the house every few minutes, meaning something terrible must have happened too often.

Everyone stood still for a moment as they waited for him to finish, but he just stood there and stared back at them.

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.

They force the lights on and scream “are you alive or dead?” I sit up and I scream and I was honestly very scared. I see my dad holding a gun and I try to ask calmly, “what happened?” They looked at each other and just start crying. By this time I see people running around the house in blue yelling and screaming “CODE RED, CODE RED” I get out of bed and I run to my best friends room and it looks like a murder scene. In fact, it was a murder scene. Yellow crime tape, a gurney, police officers, and a lifeless body of my twin. She didn’t even look like me anymore, she was pale and her hair was pink from all the blood. I could feel my knees collapsing and then, everything went

I’m sure you have probably heard about the shootings and burglary that have happened recently. If not, you’re about to. March 25 police were called to Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas with reports of an active shooter. Well, it turns out, those reports were false. But what did happen was, masked robbers broke into the high-end jewelry and watch store of the hotel. You may be asking “So what, these things happen more than you think.” Yeah, well, the robbers were wearing character masks, nice dark suits or tuxedos, and armed with sledge hammers. An image a witness captured shows one of the burglars wearing a pig mask.

“Look at me, I said look at me when i'm talking to you!” I told my son as i asked him if he was selling drugs. My son Christopher Wallace born May 21st 1972 in New York raised by only me went from rock bottom to the top of the world, well for a moment. It all began when dropped out of school to support his girlfriend and their baby they had on the way. In the streets of New York he stood in front of our apartment complex selling drugs with what i call “bums”. My son did anything for money even if it meant selling drugs to a pregnant women. He sold drugs for a very long time, until eventually one day an undercover police caught him dealing drugs. He tried to run away from the police but they eventually caught him. That

There is a wounded soldier lying on the ridge top. I ran over to help the injured man.

The bell rings promptly at 7:35 AM. All my students are sitting quietly on their phones waiting for announcements to come on, when Daniel suddenly comes in, guns blazing. He’s in all black - a jacket zipped halfway, hood up, an orange bandana covering his mouth and nose, both arms stretched out holding two pistols that are firing away.

Bang! Bang! the shots fired right over my head and I couldnt hear anything besides the screams and the sirens. As I darted down the street bag in hand I would faintly look behind me and saw the hounds chasing after me. I felt a sharp pain in my stomache. I looked down at my hand. the money and the bag were stained red. But noone was bleeding at the site. I looked down and realized in the faintness of my mind that i had been shot by the dealer. Quickly i darted into a dakr alley to my left and jumped in to an abandoned building. I could here the sound of the ling coarse nails of the dogs scrape down the alley sniffing my every move. Ihoped they hadent seen me. to my advantage, they had ran right by me to the next street. Iknew this was probably

Run, run, run. . . . Whack! A branch slaps my face and I wince, a red mark starting to appear across my face. Man hunter is no longer my favourite game . . . because now there are guns.