The light from the TV screen illuminated the bedroom in a flickering glow, as the screen constantly changed between a scene of a mass murder, and a female reporter in a black suit and tie. The reporter's voice droned on about how and when the murders had been committed, and how the culprit was expected to be the same Stihr as last time. The screen flicked back to the heaps of bodies, now closed off to the public by yellow warning tape. A vast and seemingly quixotic amount of blood covered the disemboweled and occasionally dismembered corpses of the night-shift workers at the Empire State Building. Alastor gagged at the sight of the bodies, closing his eyes and grasping blindly for the remote. Seconds later, his fingers closed around the
My opinion, of the killing of the kangaroo, is that it is a cruel act. Animals, just like humans, have a nervous system which allows them to feel pain. Would you want to be shot just for someone else’s pleasure? Also, would you want your murderer to be praised for killing you? No, I didn't think so. The way that hunting of animals is considered fun disgusts me – it really does! This "sport" that people call hunting is a dangerous thing not only to the animal but to the hunters as well. Here, in my essay, I’ll be taking quotes from the short story First Kill by Alan Marshall.
They were filled with rage. All they really knew were two darknesses, the darkness of their lives, which was now closing in on them, and the darkness of the movies, which had blinded them to the other darkness, and in which they now, vindictively, dreamed, at once more together than they were at any other time, and more alone. (Baldwin 273)
It all started with their eyes meeting for the first time. When their eyes meet again, they just had to be together, but the real question is who brought the lovers to their death. Who is really to Blame? As the two lovers decide to take their lives, someone is at fault for their death.
They were all physically and mentally exhausted, and since they were forced to work, under penalty of death, it was unlikely that anyone would escape from this. When you're hungry or in pain, or just physically exhausted, time seems to pass so slowly. It felt like an eternity to them.
Anxiety struck Hunter, meeting with Bill like this… was taboo. Although the contents of the letter were unknown he knew it centred around one thing: assassination. Something he hadn’t been required to do since midnight’s major epidemic. He entered his office and locked the door behind himself, timidly he opened the letter to reveal a list, a kill list. Upon it was several names of people who caught the midnight virus, with details including their description and where they lived. After scanning through the list there was one name that stood out, made his heart stop, made him want to scream: James Morris, his best friend. Pain writhed through Hunter’s body, his childhood friend and survivor of the epidemic had now contracted the disease, and
They could only hope for the best. You might be able to pinpoint the (sound of) small weeping from one of them. Or perhaps you could see the dullness in their eyes. So sad, yet so dead.
"F YOU HAD TO CHOOSE BETWEEN YOUR WIFE AND YOUR LOVE, WHO WOULD YOU SAVE? Sam Case is in trouble. He is hiding over $15 billion for the world's criminals - drug lords, cartel bosses, even the mafia. And now someone wants to take it from him. To show Sam they mean business, a group of very dangerous men give him a choice: save his wife, or save his mistress. But whoever he chooses, one of them will die.
He said, “Granted he’s no sacred cow, therefore he’s open to attack and criticism. I doubt he’d ever see that Saigon moment when people realize that something has gone wrong and that, they will lose or fail.
“I am here” also means that I am in this world, feet planted on the ground, my heart beating, my lungs filling with air. I have eyes with which to see beauty and possibility and hands to create and touch and hug.