Short Story: The Green Memoirm Boy

After having the smoke lit for only seconds “a bullet flattened itself against the parapet of the roof.” This demonstrates a careless and risky act.

Here, author Truman Capote delves into the ramifications of “four shotgun blasts.” He begins with the obvious––the Clutter family is killed––but soon shifts his focus from the immediate consequences of these “somber explosions” to the metaphorical “fires of mistrust” that they spark within the people of Holcomb. Through his specific language (i.e., the words “blasts,” “explosions,” and “fires”), Capote conveys the violent and irrevocable havoc that the simple pulling of a trigger can wreak. Overnight, the entire town’s faith and sense of security is lost: neighbors have become strangers, and unlocked doors are now a thing of the past. What’s more, Capote foreshadows Dick and Perry’s eventual doom when he mentions that the shotgun ended six lives. However, he counteracts the grim reality of the events described with an almost dreamlike narrative, which ensures that his readers feel curiosity rather than dread at what is to come.

I look over at Caleb and see that he is unconscious, with blood rolling down his forehead from a shard of glass that hit him when the back windows exploded. Suddenly I hear a loud scream. Sirens, making a noise so blood curdling, like a symphony of women screaming at the top of their lungs. It reminds me of that day when I was eight, except this time it’s my brother who I am hoping is okay, not Tina, who I knew wasn’t going to make it.

The mother and grandmother sat at the house in panic thinking about Chris. But they could not do anything are they would be shot by the people left there with them. Chris began to fight for his life and his family’s. Everyone was surprised of the heart that Chris shown. The boys started to hit him all at one time and told him not to fall! One of the younger gang members muttered quietly to

Young had sprinted from cover with his head down, searching the grounds for the injured to bring back to safety. “I’m here to take you back,” he said as he noticed a bullet hole surrounded by blood dead center in Cortright’s back. Cortright was paralyzed from the hips down and incapable of helping himself away. Considered one of the more diminutive members of Charlie Company, Young lay on the ground and put Cortright on his back. They crawled all the way to safety, and Young’s actions saved the life of a man who minutes before was wondering how he would

As bullets swathe the night, ripping through the bushes with intent to dispatch of human life, seeing the air disturbance caused by the trail of the bullets, indicates where the bullet is and where it is going and because of that, she is hesitating to aid her mom. However, the ground is very wet, and darkness is the canvass. The gunfire is sporadic at best, and the fiery trails of the bullets actively strike everywhere penetrating her mother once again, this time embedded in her chest. Michelle screams. Sickened by the sight Freddie turns.

Bang, Bang, Bang. The gun fires shot. Unfortunately, Mrs. Wehling didn't hear the sound of the gunshots because of the pain of having triplets. Her screams could be heard throughout the hospital in Chicago, Illinois. Mrs. Wehling finally had her three babies. She was unaware that her husband sacrificed himself to save the life of their triplets. She was sitting down on the bed, holding one of her babies, when a nurse came rushing into her bedroom. The nurse informed Mrs. Wehling that her husband shot himself and two other doctors not hours ago. Mrs. Wehling was at first in denial but once the nurse suggested she put down her baby in the crib and come to the horrifying crime scene, she dropped down to the floor weeping at the sight of her husband's

“Every year more than 3.6 million referrals are made to child protection agencies involving more than 6.6 million children,” (Child Abuse Statistics, 2017). In This Boy’s Life by Tobias Wolff, we discover the desperate, harsh, and cruel life of a boy named Jack. The novel begins with the young boy acting out negatively to catch his mother’s inattentive eye. He has no one to notice his behavior, either good or bad. He earnestly desires a place in his mother preoccupied life and spends his time jockeying for this spot. In this gut wrenching memoir, a young boy named Jack has experiences a harsh life filled with abuse and no discipline, has a lack of

I make a turn around the building to see Lisa on the floor looking unconscious. I’m freaking out running as fast as I can. Lisa, Lisa can you hear me? I slid on the ground towards her and check her pulse. 1, 2,3 it beats against my fingers. TODDDDD, CRAIGGGGG Lisa’s bleeding a lot! Oh wait look, the bullet hit her arm. Craig go get the car quickly “on it,” he replies. I slowly lift her up and drag her to the car. Step on the Gas Craig!

Reality was brought back, and the wails of women, children and the crackles of homes burning made the atmosphere cancerous. The man had no malice in his form. Naïvely confident did a boy, no more than the age of seven approach the hall’s interior. He was clothed in ripped cloth, and bore new scratches and new bruises; patches of his sprawled jet-black hair remained missing from the recent flames. Tears flowed down his face, leaving streaks in his soot-covered face. A bloody dagger, with foreign runes on the wooden hilt, was held in his shaking hands, and he points the weapon in the direction of the black bandit.

It makes you wonder “if they can do this, what else can they do?” It puts you on the edge of your seat by keeping you guessing on what else the ants can do to get their task accomplished. “Hardly had he seized it when a horde of infuriated ants flowed over his hands, arms and shoulders,” page 25. Ants ended up being all over Leiningen and because they are biting him, we all thought that this was when he would die from the ants eating him alive! It put us on edge again because of not knowing if Leiningen was going to die or live.

BANG, BANG, the gun fires off. She knows what she has done is wrong, but she did not know what to do, he had to pay for what he has done. She stands there looking at his cold lifeless body lying on the hardwood floor, she sees blood leaking onto the floor. She cannot stay here, she puts the gun down beside him and flees, she does not know where she is going, she just knows she has to run.

On a cold muggy autumn evening, I arrived in the rifle filled arming room of building 711 to prepare for duty. For no good reason, this coco colored young girl was red in color and noticeably furious. A tall bald headed technical sergeant towered over me and angrily questioned the bitter look on my face. “What is wrong with you?” Through the grinding of my teeth, I replied “Nothing!” and went on about my day. Little did I know at the time, this would be the beginning to a beautiful intelligent baby boy I would come to know as KJ.

He runs through traffic shooting the dogs that are chasing him. People who are watching this are mortified at the sight. Continuing to run, the authorities finally surround him and get the people to safety. In the midst of the crowd a young girl runs to her partner ryu. The military surrounds him, he opens fire hitting only the light, they respond by firing multiple shots at him. He quickly grabs the child to protect him from the incoming fire. He dies in the effort, his death causes the child to scream and cause destruction to the city. Panic fills the people and they start running away, while this is happening the greenish child

Is that you, Jonesy? I asked because he usually had the longest stride, slowest run, and loudest footsteps. Nope, he replied. Then they stopped.” I look at their faces and Mom screamed: “DINNER’S READY!” We all ran to the kitchen and got our plates piled with homemade pizza. “Continue the story!” one of my brother’s friends shouted. “Let’s finish eating,” I said. “Darn!” all the boys said in unison. We all immediately started laughing. We sat around and finished off all of the pizza. We all went back into the living room, except me. I hung around to make sure my brother had his costume on right and it looked scary enough.