Personal Narrative On Marty

The evening was ominous and gray. The cold wind blew softly, and carried a heavy scent of blood through the streets. A loud intense screech pierced the ears of its listener, leaving the body trembling in fear.

Sitting in church on a cold Sunday in January, the hair on the back of my neck stood up as my pastor preached a sermon that, for once, made me feel like she was speaking directly to me. I’m not an extremely religious person; I don’t go to church every Sunday or pray at night before I go to sleep. I just go through the motions. But this time was different. “The time we spend in between leaving home and finding our way back home is where people gain the ability to grow into their full potential.” Those words spoke to me, and I was reeled in, just like the rest of the congregation, wondering what our Pastor was going to say next.

On Saturday, August 01, 2015, approximately 239 hours, I was dispatch to Conyers Police Department, 1147 Scott St. Upon my arrival, I met with the complainant Jeanette Higgins. Higgins advised me that her wrist wallet had been taken from the counter top as she purchased her items at Ross, 2203 Ga Highway 20.

I tend to get up early no matter what, even on the weekends. I always wish that I could sleep in past 8, but to no avail, my eyes shoot open at 7:30 almost every morning regardless of what time I went to bed the previous night. Instead of laying in bed for hours on weekends like so many of us do, I get up and walk my dog, Boone. I live in a massive neighborhood with a seemingly infinite amount of trails that run through the woods surrounding it. Lately it’s been the kind of cold that seems to sink deep into your bones, so I make an almost scalding cup of coffee and layer on clothing, praying that I won't freeze.

On 03/03/2017 at approximately 0900 hours, I woke up and started getting ready for the gym. I drank my pre-workout drink and left my house for the gym. On my way to the gym, i stopped to one-stop nutrition shop for a protein shake. I worked out on my shoulders in the gym. On my way to home from the gym, i stopped at a hot bagel shop and got two turkey burritos. After i got home from the gym, i start getting ready for work. At 1245 hours, i left my house for work. On my way to work, i stopped for gas at Chevron gas station on the carefree highway. I bought two monster drinks and one protein bar from the gas station. I arrived at work at 1330 hours, but my briefing for work start at 1400 hours. My sergeant brought pizza for the whole squad.

Everyday, I hear the taunting, I hear the laughing. It’s so deafening that I can’t hear myself think. It has taken away all feeling from my body, but yet I feel everything. I feel all the agony they have caused, all the sorrow they have brought upon me, yet I can’t feel the tears that fall

Just another weekend, out to make some dirty money, everything goes in a flash, shit I’m going to be late! phew made it. Not late! What, I got sat! Got it, get your game face on. Be cool and pretend to care. Welcome to Max, how are you folks doing today? I’m CJ. Can I start you of with some water? Or just ignore me. Bottled or Tap? TAP? Fantastic! Can I start you of with any other beverages, A Coke, Our draft? It’s right here in this black book. First page to the left. Stone IPA. Certainly. I’ll be right back with your beverages. Ah just got double sat! I got this. Be cool… Be cool. Grab this glass. She wanted a coke. yes. I think. This glass is kind of hot. I wonder if it will crack because of the ice. Ha, that would be great. I’ve been great. I

It all happened out of nowhere. In January 1998, Martin came home complaining of a sore throat. As the days followed things got worst. He stopped eating, started sleeping for a long period, and had developed pain when walking. He stopped using his body and started to forget things. It’s pretty alarming how at first you can be fine, and in instant get severely sick. He slowly started forgetting where he was and his speech started deteriorating. What shocked me so much is the things he endured when he was in a vegetative like state, but still endured them later on when he could comprehend what was going around his surroundings. It was pretty upsetting how Martin knew that many of his caregivers talked to him as if he wasn’t there. Surprisingly

Bellowing out the oversized rough looking man showed his gun at Abram, ‘Get the hell out of my sight you piece of shit!’ Stepping backward Abram nodded, although overwhelmed silently pledging a new chapter in life, and began the journey home. Flowing gust of wind blew endlessly, dressing the scene with dark moving clouds, within each ruffling leaf his heart sang. The idea of danger bypassed his soul entering into the darkest area, on the edge of the once crowed park. Previously empty streets are lined with vehicles of all sorts, tall aging street lambs offer no help, most are in need of repair while a few stay dimly illuminated. Reading the signs along the way, “No Parking” increasing his pace realizing this is not a good position to be in. There are no apartments close by, the park is too dark, he could not see anyone, or for that matter hear any noise whatsoever. Little did Abram know, there are people, many dangerous people watching his every step! Two middle aged men keep their stranger under observation from a building a distance away. Communicating to another set of men sitting in a van with tinted windows along the parkway. Passing a large truck Abram had no idea the graffiti truck held many more people with high

It was cold, with extra olives because I like the salty taste, like sweat on skin. I knocked back the last drops and held up my glass to the bartender. She hadn't taken her eyes off me since I walked in. It might have been because my left thigh was creating a scene through the slit in the skirt. Whatever it was, the attention was mutual. She had soft curves and the kind of thick raven hair you can get a grip on. At one time they said the average Austin cocktail waitress has an MA in Literature. This one is a bartender who likes women, so maybe she's got a PhD.

It was a Tuesday. The humidity hung onto passersby like a second skin. Mesquite trees showered the street with seeds, cracked and chalkly. The motley of suburban homes stretched for miles. Mathias walked home. Cicadas screeched. A dog barked. Cars sped by. He traveled at a snail's pace, dragging his feet with each step. It's too loud, everything was too loud. That's what rang in his head over and over. All he wanted was time to be gone from everything. An infinite sea of grey which he could dive into and never leave. Bodiless, Thoughtless, No purpose.

Hello Martin. The women and martin are still in the elevator after she talks to Martin. When they pass a floor, the women sops the elevator and starts to talk to Martin. As the floor stops Martin is scared and starts to panic in his head. When the floor stops the women tells Martin to go with her. The women takes Martin to the kitchen, tells him to take a seat and makes him a sandwich, which Martin questions it but he is hungry and eats it anyways. After that one sandwich, Martin is still hungry and the women makes him another and he finishes it. After that day the women always is giving him food and she is putting a pink substance, but Martin doesn’t mind. After a few months Martin is kinda fat, but you can tell he gained a lot of weight.

A thick cloud of dust is present in the air above him. The sounds of hollering, gunshots and deafening noises can be heard in every corner of the dark forest. He’s covered in his own blood and those of innocent people he had to kill. He’s clinging onto his gun with all his might; it’s the only hope of survival he has left. The taste of death is pungent and overwhelming making him dizzy and it’s slowing him down. “P-taff!” His eyelids then close and his body falls numb, he’s dead before the sound of the gunshot had reached his ears.The horrors of war that occurs in many places, leads to the loss of innocence of many young children because they are being terrorized and they're forced to make burdensome decisions.

I woke up to the sound of my brother's infernal cat coming in through the window. She jumped up on my bed and I kicked her off and she hissed. I was too sleepy to hiss back at her but she sauntered out of the room with a satisfied look on her face as if though waking me up was her eternal life goal. I was too awake to go back to sleep so I went into the kitchen to get a drink of water.

Females- Dark blue blouse, white under top, black shoes/heels and a knee length dark blue skirt or black trousers.