Personal Narrative-Sacrificial Killers

One day the engine of a plane was starting. Then, a lady steps into the cockpit of a plane. This plane’s name is, “The Canary”. The propellers began moving in a circular motion. The flaps began bending so the lady can take off. Then, the plane lifted off into the air! Inside the plane is Amelia Earhart!

When I was little, most kids my age pretended to be Buzz Lightyear or a classic Disney Princess like Snow White for a day; me on the other hand … I was a little different. My imagination crossed the line when I believed for months that I was a living, breathing werewolf when I was 7 years old. I was not pretending however, and I tried to keep it a secret from everyone. I wasn't one of those flesh-eating murderous werewolves, but a werewolf that would run around at night exploring and wake up the next day not remembering what had happened.

One day I discovered what I could not discern from that musty old tome you all have been playing with. I made this essential discovery during a case which involved the murder of a middle-aged soccer mom and her child. At this point in my career I had made a lot of friends within the law enforcement community. When they suspected a clown was involved in a case, they called me in for my expertise on the matter. How ironic that they rejected me for being clown obsessed, but now they were paying top dollar for my services.

We made it to the hospital in time for them to save Derrick from any horrible damage from the bullet that was lodge centimeters away from his heart. Since he was released from the hospital three months ago he been living in my other guest room upstairs. I been by his side because he always been by mine. Even though he cheated on me and was right down disrespectful on my big day I forgave him for it all a long time ago. Come to find out the crazy and super intelligent person that shot Derrick was Carla stupid ugly ass. How I found out was because I have All Purpose under surveillance every square inch of it and she took everything off when she left out the back door and then looked directly into the camera hahahaha silly girl. Then she throws

Kenzie spun the wheel after everything calmed down and we were finally able to breathe. Her game piece moved to a gray space. I spun the wheel afterwards, meeting a gray space as well. Joel was next and he spun the wheel, just missing red by one space. Kenzie spun the wheel, and her tombstone moved 8 spaces and stopped just in front of Joel's. She landed on red. We looked at each other, the dead silence adding to the suspense as she took a red card from the deck. She read it slowly, her hands were noticeably shaking as she held the card in her hand.

After what seemed like an eternity, everything was still. Disoriented, I got out of the car and stumbled out of dizziness. Immediately, I fell straight down, unable to move. My body becomes strangely warm. I began to see strange lights above my head, almost like tiny flares. As I began to black out, my eyes moved across the carnage. The car, as well as the rest of my family, were scattered. I didn’t know if they were okay or not. As I black out, the flares somehow appear to be in the shapes of people.

I can feel my stomach churning as I slowly creep up the steps to the diving board. The metal scorches my bare feet as the sun begins to form little blisters on my shoulders; my SPF 80 obviously isn't doing its job. I try to muster up enough courage to finish the last three steps, but my knees are trembling ferociously. As I finally make it to the top, the smell of chlorine is rancid enough to make me hold my nose and prepare for my leap into the icy chemical bath. I take one last deep breath and mentally prepare myself by repeating quietly, "Today is the day I conquer my fear of the high dive.”

There was another person with him, I couldn’t figure out who he was but he seem familiar. The main clown was filling up one of the balloons, and it all of a sudden popped! The kid who was getting the balloon started crying. Then the other clown went around to see the kid and stole something out of the parents pockets! They are not really here for balloons, they are popping the balloons of purpose has a distraction!... I tell myself. I wanted to go to one of the cops and tell him he was a criminal, but I can’t because I don’t have any proof. I go home and rest because tomorrow I am going to take some pictures.

It was september 3 when it happen. I finally had the strength to introduce my whole family the person I wanted for my life. I already knew how everything was going to be, i’ll introduce him as my partner and they are going to act nice with him but when i'm alone with a family member they would tell me “why him?” or “you could do better”. Why did I pick him and not someone else? how come I had lasted so long with him to be able to introduce him to my family, could I do better?

Murder isn’t justified if someone does it out of “selfish” emotions or needs, or out of hate. However, murder can be justified if it’s needed to survive.

He went over and stood next to her for a few seconds caressing her body gently and staring deeply into her scared eyes. With an evil smile, he walked around her restrained body dragging his fingers anywhere he pleased. When he got behind her, he pressed his already swollen cock against her ass, pulling her tight by grabbing and using her oversized breasts as leverage. She was aware that he was able to do whatever he pleased to her body and therefore just stood paralyzed like a sex mannequin. He unbuckled the large padded gag that covered her entire lower jaw. Dropping the buckles, the room full of men expected the gag to fall to the floor, but instead it remained on her face. Walking around to face her, he pulled on the mask slowly. As he pulled, a large shaft that was attached to the gag exited her mouth. He

Execution duty. I had been assigned to execution duty. I had always feared that this day would come. Removing my hand from the assignment device, I reluctantly accepted my fate. Walking through the blank white hallway, I passed a group of engineering guys installing ceiling lights. The outpost was still under construction, and had been since before I was stationed there. Seeing the blue hologram floating above my head, they stopped their work and stared at me sympathetically. A few even gave salutes. They knew as well as I did that I would walk in that room a man, and leave a monster.

Everyone has a certain story that they want people to remember forever. Our families have had stories that have been passed down from generation to generation. All of the stories have different morals at the end of them: either the person learned a lesson at the end of it or there could have been a coming-of-age, or whatever the case may be. My story was one of disappointment and good luck.

"Ha ha ha ha ha! Very funny Ethan, cut it out, you have to be joking!!" I bursted out, "you know I hate jokes about her, you have to be joking!" I said as I began to pace the room, and the terrible thoughts begin to flood into my mind. I love her, with all of my heart. She felt like the only one. Tears began to fill my eyes.

Akimi spotted a brilliant blue butterfly. Its wings glowed a small bit, and with every flap of its wings, she could hear the little chimes. She ran after it, the butterfly just always beyond her reach. She did not realize the growing darkness closing in on her while she playfully chased the butterfly. She would giggle every time the butterfly would almost brush her fingertips. She believed she could catch it.