The Abduction: A Short Story

The way she uses description in this essay and the flow of events is very similar to the way that memories rush in when one returns to a familiar place from one’s past. To someone that may not of experienced this phenomena the details described may seem to be disconnected and random.

Many kidnappings that have happened around the United States mainly connect with children wanting to leave with a stranger even though they know that it is wrong. How is it that adults are capable of luring children into coming with them even though they are complete strangers? Furthermore, do not parents teach their kids not to go with strangers and if it does happen that they should scream for help? Sure, yet children still willingly go with strangers. Perhaps something about them kidnapers convinces children that it is okay. Statistics show that ninety-eight percent of abducted children do not survive beyond the first 30 days (Smart 4). Some tactics that kidnappers use on their kidnap children are brainwashing, hypnosis, and physical

On a warm night toward the beginning of May 1979, a man broke into the home of Eva Gail Patterson, assaulted her and cut her throat before her 4-year-old child. Ms. Patterson, whose 2-year-old was dozing in the following room and whose spouse was working seaward on an oil stage, faltered to her neighbor's parking space, where she given way and kicked the bucket. The 4-year-old, Luke, told the police that a solitary man, "an bad boy," had murdered his mom.

So, Ainsley does not prepare like the note says, because for all she knows, she could be imagining all of this. She remembers seeing studies about how much psychological damages occur to people in solitary confinement. Just as she drifts in and out of sleep, eager to dream about her children, the heavy metal door in her room slowly creaks open. Ainsley jerks out of bed as she sees a tall female guard silhouetted in the

Within thirty minutes of Polly’s abduction, a description of the suspects information was broadcasted through APB ( all points bulletin). Unfortunately, the broadcast only went out on channel 1 of Sonoma County Sheriff’s so other deputies around the area weren't aware of the kidnapping that had occurred. When a babysitter returning home noted a suspicious looking vehicle stuck in a ditch in her employer’s private driveway, she quickly phoned the property owner Dana Jaffe. The property owner left her home and drove to a service station where she phoned the police and two deputies were dispatched to the call. The two dispatchers ( Rankin and Howard) found Davis near his Pinto that was stuck in a ditch, drinking beer. Because of the open container

Word quickly spread, and the boy's mother, Tiffany, mad and heartbroken, rushed down to Arkansas. the night of Dec. 2, 2016. An unknown boy approached her. "I'm so sorry," she recalls him saying. "This wasn't supposed to happen. But we know who did it. And we're going to get him."

“AHHH!” I screeched. My voice echoed and I crumpled to the floor. As I lay on the ground, a smell seemed to enter and toxicate the air. I didn’t run, I didn’t fight the urge to fall asleep, I didn’t care if I died right there and then. In my mind I had already died, and my spirit was still back in bed dreaming of nothing important. I was just a body, a body waiting to meet the horror of this white prison. As I lay crying and beginning to holsinate another wave of white washed over me.

As she opened the door, she hoped to herself that the inside was nearly as well done, to her delight... it was. The carpenters had fully replaced the banister and painted it and the blood trail was gone from the hardwood. All of the workers were huddled inside the cafe sipping on some coffee, they appeared to be taking a break. Her heart began to race as she ran up the stairs, it was rounding on five and they couldn’t afford a break...or could they. Cleo froze on the top step, it was unimaginable. Every fleck of wall and every particle of dust was in its original condition. No blood, no knives, not a single atom out of place. In stunned silence, she paced the hardwood floor, she walked from the railing to the bathrooms. She wasn’t sure how

Erykah stared at the old cottage with a catatonic glaze in her eye from the backseat of a cab car. It’s been raining all morning and the usually sandy trail was now muddled and she was really dreading lugging her suitcase all the way to the house. This used to be her piece of paradise but she knew this summer it would definitely be more of a prison, a place shes been exiled to while the papers are finalized.

The deteriorating mental state of the main character is seen through the continuing journal entries. Although the journal shows the writer’s perception, hints of paranoia and a break from reality are evident in the latter

A girl, who looked no older than ten, had her hands pressed up against the window. She had blood covering her from head-to-toe, including her fingers, which creating crimson patterns against the glass. The girl looked terrified, her eyes widened and mouth wide open in shock. She screamed again, which shook Lauren from her stupor.

She has been confined to the former nursery in her family's colonial mansion to cure her of hysterical tendencies, a medical condition she was diagnosed with after the birth of her son (Gilman 1997: 1f.). The woman confides in her secret journal how her contact with the outside world has become strictly limited on account of her Doctor's recommendations, and how the treatment forces her to spend her days in a barely furnished room with only her own mind and the objects around her as companions (Gilman 1997: 1f.). One of the main objects she actively engages with during this period of isolation, other than the nailed down bed and her secret journal, is the old yellow wallpaper covering the walls around her (Gilman 1997: 1f.). While the woman's condition worsens gradually over the course of the entries she makes in her secret journal, her growing isolation and inactivity make her start to see movement in the patterns and holes of the old wallpaper (Teichler 1984: 61, Gilman 1997: 1f.). The character becomes absorbed by what she thinks she sees, and begins to directly interact with the things she sees in the paper, until she rips the paper to shreds, and violently frees what she sees, and subsequently, also herself from captivity (Teichler 1984: 61, Gilman 1997:

A free black man was kidnapped and brought into slavery! The kidnappers were four white men who seemed to be very uneducated and maybe psychotic. The black man was tortured and illegally put into slavery. Whether you are for or against slavery, he was alive, and torture is an action forbidden by Jesus Christ, many religious leaders, and by our own government. It is agreed that the torture of him was an unnecessary evil that was still executed.

Her body shook, her eyes twitched. Her breath ceased, as she suffocated for oxygen and exasperated for life. She trembled, but she could breathe no more without the feeling of death nearing her soul. she was left poisoned, stung, suffocated with nowhere to go but stay at her home, the place where she lived all her life. As her eyes came to a close, she wondered what had happened, how it happened, as the home that gave her life, now turned into a poisonous mansion that stole her soul in the most cruel manners.

Fiction and Non-Fiction are two opposite things. Non-fiction is real facts. It deals with “real” characters and events, whereas fiction is a story with invented persons and events. It is story which does not exist in reality.