Personal Narrative: I Was Shot

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

Went shooting for the first time today and I must say I am hooked!!! Shot both the AR-15 (and no AR does not stand for Automatic Rifle...) as well as the Glock 19. Of the two my favorite was the AR-15. Of course had to go in repping YAL and all the work they do to maintain our freedoms and liberties. God bless the 2nd

​“Dr. McCoy! Patient Lawrence Exeter Junior is flat lining!” the nurse cried. Mr. McCoy and Lawrence Exeter Senior

"Nothing's the matter." Boy, was I getting nervous. "The thing is, I had an operation very recently."

Looking back on the day while we were in the doctor’s office almost 1 hour before arriving at the truck stop, Dr. Steven Fowler pricked my finger in one of the many rooms located in the back. I jumped because I wasn’t expecting that little machine to prick my skin like a thorn that has just entered into the top layer of my finger. The small droplet of blood on my forefinger was dark red in color and was the most perfect blob shape I had ever seen. They put a different electronic-like machine on

It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.

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.

“My first thought was that it was a fender bender,” said Packingham. “When we got closer, there was a vehicle stuck and covered by brush.

It was a dark and cold night during the middle of the war. I set up my sniper to get ready for the next battle. We got here early to get the upper hand on our opponents. We have to win this war. I went to the nearest rooftop that looked like it provided good coverage. I loaded my gun and did the one thing i could, I waited.

I would like to go paintballing before i get old because, once i get old, I won’t be able to shoot a Paintball gun accurately or or hold it. also if I get hit by a paintball it's going to even hurt more than the kid's perspective. I want to do this because I want to feel how painful it's going to be getting hit by 1 and just for the fun of it. I would really like to go with my cousin and my friend because if I play with myself it would be no fun.We all need something to shoot at right? Heheh.

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

“Stop hurting me,” the child sobbed as Pawl poked around Wallace’s raw injury. “Please, Mam, please…”

It was a cold night on May 16th. The air was crisp as winter leaves. I can remember the gunfire as if the bullet was just shot. The man that shot the bullet was filled with greed and power and was just a little over 6 feet tall; that was the man that killed my parents on that cold night.

I met some girl and she was telling me about how she wanted to protect her family but she couldn't shoot the gun.She couldn’t keep her family from being murdered because the thought of killing was too much for her. She handed me the .45 magnum she had and said, "if you can shoot that gun without having second thoughts, you can have it." Having strong morals about killing someone to prevent more lives from being lost, I accepted her challenge. I made my way down the stairs and passed where my family was. As I passed by, they looked at me in confusion because I had a gun. I made me way to the testing booth to fire the six shots I had. The targets were wanted posters that had mugshot photos. A vision appeared. A vision of then when each convicted killer was a child rather than