Personal Narrative: My Handgun

I reached in my pocket for my pen so I could sketch some flowers. I pulled out a few dollars bills, and I remembered my mother gave me money so I could buy some milk for her. I turned around and went to the grocery. I went into the milk section, grabbed a jug, and headed to the checkout. The man in front of me in the line was staring at me. He looked at me like I was a vicious beast. I began to feel uncomfortable. The teenage brothers behind me were rough housing and when one threw a punch, they knocked me with their elbow. I couldn’t keep my balance. I went diving towards the ground, and I hit the man in the back with my nose. He fell to the ground, holding both his arms like he broke them. I got up and tried to help him up. He was backing up in fear saying, “Monster, you monster.” Everyone began to stare and back away from me, even the brothers. It was completely silent. I could hear my breathing. I heard one of the employees whisper to someone, “Call 911.” Then I bolted out the front door. I ran as fast as my little feet could go. In the corner of my eye I could see people behind me. They were catching up to me. At this point, I knew I couldn’t run any longer. I started to stumble and then, I felt a hand hook my shell. I went flying back. After that, the moment was surreal. I knew my mom was going to kill me, if the police don’t first. I don’t even remember much of it

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

We held onto only a single bodyguard. I reconnected with old friends, and dedicated my life to work and volunteering. My children were all truly happy in their careers. All of them joined me at the clinic. My young grand children were living completely normal lives and making great friends. One night I was feeling a bit tired, so I decided to head home early. I said goodbye to my daughter the clinic manager, and then I was on my way. I walked about two blocks before I realized I was being followed. The suburban streets were dark and deserted, so I ran into an ally trying to escape. The young man eventually found me. I recognized the young man; he was the son of a local butcher, a butcher who was killed by my father for an unpaid debt. He shakily pulled out a revolver. “For my father, I’m sorry,” he said and then proceeded to shoot me. I crumpled to the ground, but I did not make a sound. I had known this day would come. I deserved this. I knew I would have to pay for my crimes and the crime of my ancestors. My mind went to my family. They would never face this fate, or be a part of this madness. I had liberated them from their past. I after 200 years of Iladio crime had offered my children and future generations a chance to escape, a chance at peace, freedom, and

I run just run. Bam bam more shots go off but they miss me by just a hair. how lucky i am to not have been killed i think to myself. I find myself running back to the apartment I'm forced to call home either Nazi’s on my heel. Run up the stairs lock the doors place something heavy to stop them. I keep telling myself. I wasnt able to block the door securely. The Nazi’s barged in shot me an

"It's OK. Everything is going to be OK." Kind words I never wanted to hear. I had never been in love with such creatures . My three cats would dry up my tears and make my stomach hurt for laughing too much because of their mischievousness. All I can remember about that day are memories I had with my cats leaving me when I saw them for the last time.

It was 2 a.m., and my father, mother, two siblings, and I were headed home after an exhausting night of celebration. My father was driving and decided to use a shortcut to get home. When we were heading through an unknown neighborhood, I noticed something unusual: There were five black trucks parked in the middle of a driveway. As we headed closer, I heard my mother advise my father to turn around, but he did not listen. Then, I noticed that there were people standing in the street, and they were armed. I cried; I could not contain my instant

We looked for an hour but I finally found it. It was purple with two squares at the

On a cool September day in 2007, my entire life changed. That day I shot and killed a young man as he attempted to break into my home. The incident took place on a Friday afternoon, and the perpetrator subsequently died in the hospital two days later. My family and friends were there to help me through the ordeal but life soon returned to normal for them. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same about my own life. My immediate reaction was a combination of sadness, anger, guilt, fear, and shock about what had happened. Being a US Air Force veteran, I took part in Desert Shield/Desert Storm and never had to pull a gun on anyone. I never dreamed I would end up having to shoot someone in my

The clock had just strck midnight then I had seen some one out side my window. Then I went to look at what is was and there was a man acting strange then a man was Chasing him down the street flaying his arms at the strange man as soon as I relies that I need to call the police the phones where down and the power then I put my shoes on to. Go down to the police staion to see why to power and phones where down. When I got down to the street was wet far way I had seen more people flaying ther arms running at me so I ran back to my apprment and grabed my taco gun. When I got back down to the door thay were at my door step so I whent to my window to shoot my tacos at them one of them saw behind me and schrchd me I shot a

I gave Jessie a quick lecture on how to use his gun, I'm still concerned that he might shoot me with it, on accident. We were going to get gas for the stove for some proper food because we have been living off junk for the past week. We went down the stairs me leading with my Glock out in front and the others with their torches behind me. We decided to walk to save the fuel that we already had in case we had to make a quick exit. We walked 3 to 4 blocks without seeing a chaser at all, which is pretty surprising. As we approached the fire station there was a man about 20 metres away. I yelled, “Stop! Stop!“, but the man didn't seem to notice anything. As we approached, he started coming slowly towards us. I yelled, “Stop!”, again and again,

I ran like the wind until I reached the spot where the shooting had taken place. I kneeled down by the president and yelled for help. No response. I yelled once more but still nothing. I told him that he was going to be ok, but deep down I knew that it wasn't going to end well. I heard a click behind me, and I quickly looked up only to see a gun facing my direction. I couldn't quite

When I was born My step grandpa denny was a huge gun collector like his dad .I was the grandson he had never had.When he found out he had stage 4 cancer. He decided put all his guns except for two 44.magnum revolvers that went to his sons.

It was a warm september night in idaho falls and i was at a gymnastic gym but it was open to everybody that is why i was there. Kids laughing, music playing and all smiles. I was one of the kids having a good time until… I decided to go on a platform , below there was a foam pit you could jump into . The platform standing at about 8 feet tall. I climbed onto the platform and out of the corner of my eye i see shining in silver great big S hook… So I decided to put it on my belt loop and hang over the pit. I was hanging for about 10 seconds and my friend was holding on the the rope that the hook had hung and I said “pull me up” and just like that it went quite.

In a panic you burst outside and are immediately met with another blow to the face. You fall to the floor hitting your head again, this time you know you can’t get up. Your eyes fixate on your family across the yard, screaming and crying and pleading to the men to stop. They call to you for help but you’re unable to move. All you can do is anticipate the sheer horror these men are about to inflict on your loved ones. “Why?!!!” you cry. One by one, and limb by limb, these men butcher and dismember their bodies while they’re still alive. Screams turn into muffled noises. The men are merciless and un-phased by the gruesome scene that’s taken place in front of you, you even hear laughter from a few of them. Gathering their arms and legs into bags in a rather quick fashion, they toss your loved ones bodies in a pile in the yard like they were throwing out the trash. Bleeding out and left to die. In complete shock and mortified by what you’ve just witnessed, you can’t articulate what’s happening. The men then turn their attention toward you, and you’ve realized that you’re next.

Think of your favorite thing in the world to do. Something that defines you. Something that you can only experience from your eyes. For me it is soccer, and through that came a rite of passage that will be with me forever.