Personal Narrative: Jack's Death

On 09/12/2016, I Deputy Daniel Pruitt was dispatched to 52455 West Highway 16 for an unattended death compliant. I arrived on scene st 6:45pm and meet with Creek County EMS unit 40.

I wait at the door. I put on my solemn, grim face, I cannot let these children see me as a soft women. I am anything but that, well I guess I am, but we all need to hide our inner emotions some how. My useless husband, Hans, mumbles, “I see the car”. We step outside, most people think Hans and I are crazy for opening our home to these two children, but every little bit of money that we can earn helps. Plus, they can help with the laundry, I think and smile.

Cozy coffee shops, warm summers, friendly hugs…1.2.3. Disastrous events occur all the time. We are always aware that someone, somewhere in the world, is hurtling forwards into tragedy. Tragic endings leave behind unanswered questions, unfulfilled dreams, unspoken thoughts. Those who love you are left behind, in the dust of your presence, spent to forever remember only your memory, not your existence. Crisp slices of toast, piping hot cups of tea, fresh strawberries…1.2.3. We all tend to forget an end exists. We spend our lives compiling as many happy memories as we can, fully enjoying the good days, deeply mourning the sad ones. When tragedy strikes, only then are we reminded that the end is there, and we scurry and try once again to make the most out of

“I need you to come down to Valero Corner Store by Fifty Fourth Street to save me because I was kidnapped by A guy named Josh and James”Jack hollered.

Where you’re supposed to be is some big West Hills wedding reception in a big manor house with flower arrangements and stuffed mushrooms all over the house. This is called scene setting: where everybody is, who’s alive, who’s dead. This is Evie Cottrell’s big wedding reception moment. Evie is standing halfway down the big staircase in the manor house foyer, naked inside what’s left of her wedding dress, still holding her rifle.

The leather feels cold under my fingertips as I sit on our living room couch. My feet are propped up on the small coffee table, banging together lightly in boredom. Mom sits with me, our shoulders barely touching. It's only been twelve hours since I found Laura in the alley and the police already want to put us into protective custody. I don't want to go, but there is nothing tying me here anymore. Laura's gone.

Perhaps my life has not been so glamourous. I’ve never traveled anywhere unless it was for a useful purpose and have only gone to China to visit family members on their deathbeds, which is anything but glamourous.

Cherokee slammed the door and leaned against it. His body shook with the sigh he let out.the blonde had finally let his heart open up again after Alice, the personification of Ohio, left him for the Canadian and he regretted it now. He had been dating Daniel, the personification of New York, and had went to visit him on his birthday. What he found when he opened the door was Daniel with some god damn hooker in the throws. He had turned and left immediatly.

The Departed was made in criminal genre and it is my favorite genre of movies and books, especially when everything looks so logical and harmoniously. There are a lot of death and unexpected turns, what makes you worry every minute of movie. The Departed has everything for success, criminal authority, cops, unexpected turns and naturalness of

My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.

There was a man named jack he would robbed stores banks and he would robbed your house to and the cops they could not catch jack he has robbed all the houses in the neighborhood he just needed to rob a store and he said when he that store he is going to leave and then the next day he went In the store to robbed the store he had a hat on and then he pulled the gun out and he told the guy give me the money and he jack says give me the money or I will shoot you and then he put the money in the bag and the clerk he had a red button and he clicked it and it called the police and the cop came and they got there in time as jack was leaving the cops were coming in the store and then jack pulled the gun out and started shooting and then jack killed

As we mature, we learn to appreciate certain people in our lives, for instance: our grandparents. We live with the fear that we can lose them in the blink of an eye, as every passing day brings them closer to their death beds (hyperbole), but we're too busy living our lives, making time for work, school, and friends (Euphemism). We assure ourselves that we have forever to spend with them, but that is where we are mistaken. Unfortunately, this year in January, I experienced the cruel reality of death, myself. I have realized, truly how much death can change your perspective on many aspects of life. When I faced with this death, I began to appreciate family more, began to express my love for them more out of the fear that any goodbye could be the last.

The death of a loved one is one of the most challenging events I have had to overcome. The summer of 2014, I was just going into my junior year, was one for the books. It was an absolutely amazing summer. My sister had her first baby in May and we were getting to make his first summer his best, but little did we know it would also be his last. We lost him at the end of July. It was one of the hardest things to cope with. So many unanswered questions still to this day stand.

Now that Kate was on the outskirts of the airport hanger and away from the strange glowing force field, still visible in the distance. It felt very surreal, and Kate wondered if this was just a dream. Presently, she was cognizant that there was something else in the air, glittering like snow, feeling like sand as the tiny flecks dusted her skin. Reality set in when Kate felt Mr. Jacks bulldog nudge and lick her hand. "Mr. Jacks!" "I am so happy you found my mirror message," Kate cried out.

The police caught the king in the jail house. The king was really close to being arrested right there on the spot. The police felt bad that the king had to buy the shoes twice and they made him a deal. The deal was that if he gets to kill the robber that the police won’t say anything. But if the king didn’t kill the robber, they would pay him one thousand dollars that the king didn’t need to buy.