Personal Narrative: The Search For One Missing Charlie Swan

After taking a canoe ride on an icy lake, 21-year-old McQuillen had vanished in southern Wisconsin. He slipped through their fingers like water, and it happened so suddenly. There is no mistaking, however, that McQuillen was dearly loved. The grief had been only multiplied when they learned that not just McQuillen but all four of the young men involved had been killed in the accident.

It was a cloudy day, a mild 78 degrees and Lezley McSpadden was taking a drag of her cigarette outside of the local grocery store where she was employed. She was midway through her shift when a friend of hers called and said that someone had been shot by Canfield Green Apartments. Maybe it’s only a mother’s instinct to recoil in fear, but in that moment Lezley could think only of her son Michael. Michael had recently graduated three months before and she wasn’t sure of his

Outside, a deep silence fell over the neighborhood. This silence crept into every household. Members of the community had a guise of anger and pain expressed on their faces. Everyone locked themselves inside, to lament such a tragedy that has brought sorrow to a twelve years old’s family. Parents fell on their knees with tears in their eyes. This last murder represented the final straw. So many of their own had been murdered by the malicious, metallic, monsters that were supposed to be the defenders of their community. They felt insecure, threatened by the

Violence and crime have a large influence on the short story, “The Disappeared” by Charles Baxter. Throughout the story Anders, the protagonist, is often affected by the crime in Detroit. He is unaware to how dangerous the city is because of the short time he has spent in the United States. “The Disappeared” reflects what Detroit was like in 1990, specifically in terms of violence and crime. The short story is shaped by how Anders and the other characters are affected by the violence and crime in the city.

“I’m sorry to ask this again Ms.Fink, but could you please restate what happened the night of the murders?” I knew what they were doing. It didn’t take a mastermind to figure out that they are trying to pin the murders on me, anyone who had ever watched a crime show in their life would have caught on. “I got home from work, my mom was cooking in the kitchen, my dad was watching football in the living room, and my sister and brother were wrestling down the stairs. I hopped into the shower and began to sing, just as I always do. The yelling and screaming grew louder, but I just figured that mom and dad were fighting again. After I finished showering, to my disbelief my sister was lying dead, surrounded by her own blood, on the floor. A few steps and there was my brother, also dead. By then time had

While she was clearly intrigued by the story, as many would be, she wanted to accomplish so much more than just writing an interesting, page turning novel. With her lengthy research she was able to educate herself on the true events leading up to an innocent woman’s murder, as well as the disturbingly tangled web a Saskatchewan Police Officer wove himself. Since then, the novel has helped students in their Grade 12 curriculum and in writing the ELA30A Departmental. Each reader who picks up the book is sent back into the past with Simmie’s impeccable attention to detail, and are able to imagine a time that John Wilson hid behind a trusting badge in an attempt to hide an awful crime that he committed. The novel leaves an impression on the reader’s mind and one cannot help but question, how many more of these secrets lie hidden in the dark and when should we be expecting the

May 27, 1980 was just like any other day, except that I had planned to abduct Scott. Today I followed Jane as she brought her friend, Conrad Bostrad, to the E.R., due to a black widow spider bite. At 11 p.m. I followed Dorothy. I noticed she headed to the bathroom first, before heading to her car to leave, so I

The next person I interviewed was Charlie Cost. To begin Charlie agreed that the interview process was something he was okay with going through and he understands this process is to help me grown and understand how children learn math.

Lincoln Nebraska seemed like the perfect place to live. It was a quiet town where everybody seemed to know each other, and nobody needed to lock their doors at night. It wasn’t until December 1, under the cover of darkness, that everything seemed to change. On that night Charles Starkweather returned to a Lincoln gas station, robbed the attendant for $100.00, and then led him out a few miles where he proceeded to shoot him dead. (Spencer). This robbery and murder was just the start of the gruesome spree that had yet to occur.

Twelve years after a disgusting act of savagery, a killer emerges in Strandtown to rectify the atrocities of the past. Detective Sergeant Denise Stewart, hurled into a new career after facing down the evil in her own life, must make sense of the anomalies surrounding The 11:05 Murders. Why are the victim's watches halted precisely at 11:05? Why are they brutalized in such animalistic yet hesitant fashions? Who is Lynda Bell, and what is her connection to the murders? But as Detective Stewart deliberates these inquiries the clock turns ever closer to 11:05. And the murderer is closing in.

Charlie sits in the white wooden chair at the end of the two coffins, her youngest child on her nearly inexistent lap, while holding the hands of the children on each side of her.

It has been ten year since I was taken. The mother died shortly after she got arrested and the son was charged for life in prison with no chance of parole. Finally the twisted secrets behind this peculiar pair have been revealed along with Thirty-eight missing people cases because solved.

Today was my first time visiting the Wild At Heart which it's located in Cave Creek. I’ve always heard nothing but great things about the place. I was really looking forward to volunteer there for my spring break. Because of the fact that I wanted to learn more about the wildlife of birds that inhabits Arizona and the social issues that is involved in it. So I’ve grabbed my stuff to prepare to volunteer for four hours straight.

Everything happened completely unexpectedly. It was all far too fast and quick for to comprehend. The last few days have just been this complete blur in the mind of sixteen year old Celeste Clancy. It was Thursday, September 15 when it all went down; and if there was one exact detail Celeste remembered was how fair the weather had been over the sleepy town of Redmeadow. It had been rather overcast much of that morning, but the clouds made sure to clear up by mid-afternoon before allowing a small breeze to settle over the valley late into the night.

My life has always been sort of mediocre. I had only ever been expected to sit away and rust, but little did I know just how quickly it could change. To tell the story entirely I will have to go back to the beginning when Jesse Washington first confessed to this horrific crime, a tale that can make even an old chain like me wonder who was truly safe in Waco, Texas.