The sun broke through the horizon with a struggle that day, as if it wasn’t sure it wanted to rise at all. Not exactly an auspicious start, but it would have to do. I lingered, much like the sun, belly down in the dew cover grass, adjusting my camera to get a better angle on the subject. This was one of those torrid jobs the boss was too distracted to take anymore, but hey, I wasn’t complaining. Anything would have gotten me out of the office and into the field. The life of struggling private investigation assistance is a dirty one, but someone has to get the money shot, and that someone would be putting dinner on the table. I leaned closer, focusing in on the intertwined figures in the motel parking lot. Click. Gotcha. The perils of …show more content…
Mr. Kalihand stood up hurriedly and briskly shook my hand. “Pleasure.” he curtly replied. “So, where were we? Oh yes, Mr. Kalihand, if the police are already taking care of this case, I simply cannot take it“ “The imbeciles who make up the police force couldn’t find a stick of dynamite if you shoved it up their… well, you know! I need extra help on this one.” I chuckled. I, for one, certainly knew. Mr. Kalihand shot me a curious glance. “Will your…associate be working with us in this case?” questioned Kalihand, taking a sip of water out of a tall glass. “Of course! Weaver is my man, er, woman, in all things! She does excellent field work, and will be working very, very closely on this case,” Algie assured him pompously. “Very closely?” “Oh yes, yes, yes very much so. Is that problem, Mr. Kalihand?” inquired Algie. Mr. Kalihand seemed to be suppressing a frown. “I had thought that you would be the sole person on this case Mr. Keith.” “Oh no sir, you see, in my age, I need someone to do a bit of the running around part, so to speak.” “I expect, then, that you will be able to brief her on the case and its finer points,” he stood, “Please, excuse me, Mr. Keith and Ms. Weaver. I’m expected at a meeting.” “Of course, Mr. Kalihand! Have no fear! We will have your most prized possession back to you very soon!” assured Algie. Mr. Kalihand made his graceful, albeit hurried exit from the room. I came to sit in his
“So it is completely legit, right?” wondered Action Andy, who was standing beside Germania, examining the artifact.
Rhetoric is language or image that is designed to have an effective speaking or writing on its audience. There are many examples of where you can see or hear rhetoric on a daily basis. One place you can find these rhetorics are on your social media apps or websites. For instance, in the article “Backpacks vs Briefcases: Steps toward Rhetorical Analysis” Carroll gives an example saying, “...a Facebook group asks you to support health care reform. These stories, which are often heart-wrenching, use emotion to persuade you - also called pathos” (47).
. . The ‘Officers!’ Freak is shouting into the white light. ‘We request assistance.’” (pg. 1).
“We need you to take us to your house right away, and show us your copy of the gun.”
"That's Ms. Kane, thanks." Lana smoothed her skirt, and reminded herself about the mission. About the extraction. About the ways that the who of this shouldn't complicate the
"What I got to say is this --- we've been paying good money right along for a marshal and deputies. But the first time there's trouble, we got to take re of it ourselves! What we been paying for this whole time? I say we're not peace officers here! This ain't our job.
“No, this is a personal trip. Though it wasn’t me who blew up your precious police station.”
“Well I would say goodnight, but I don’t like you.” I pulled out and she sat back down, with tears streaming down her face. I drove through little communities listening to the radio and eating the food I saved. I arrived in Reno, Nevada at 7:00 a.m. My bloodshot eyes told me I needed to rest, even for a few hours, but I’m going to see my daughter. I was low on gas, but I decided to take the risk of going up the mountain on the way to Tahoe. The tree’s became a blur as I pushed the pedal. The warm summer light beaming onto the road before me. The pine trees smell blessed my nose.
“Arrest me officer! I have committed the worst crime! Ohhhhhhh I did it this time, I really did it! I must be arrested at once so I don’t hurt any-” A gentleman gushed out, as he had just busted inside the doors.
Hey there I am Noah Youklis. I am a nerd who was called to A.S.D or Academy of Scholastic Distinction, or nerd school. I am starting a new here and would love to start the school year nice and smooth. I am going to make sure I start this year with a great start! I will pack some essential things I need for everyday purposes in school.
“I’m Randy Kim, I was a police officer before everything went to shit. Most of these guys are prior law enforcement. Look we’re only trying to protect our own.”
“ I am officer Pagel and you will do what I say or get shot on the spot in front of everyone to see.”
“I’m looking at her photo and I see a motive and she’s going to prove me right.” He went back to his chair and sat.
Like most my age, I am always equipped with a smart phone. Many would deem it necessary in this day and age. Some people get them as young as 10 years old. I only carry one per my parent's request. Not to say that I don’t enjoy the perks of having it with me: access to any answer for any question that might be asked, the capability to talk to my family and friends at any given moment throughout the day, and plenty of applications to screw around with if I find myself with extra time. It weighs almost nothing, so light that at any given moment I will panic because I worry I lost it. It holds a different kind of weight though. It is heavy in the moments that it is “lost”, when there is a fear that it is not with me,
Nearly a 100 billion people have died in all of recorded human history, and nearly 68% of the US population today are afraid of dying. “To Think of Time” by Walt Whitman is a way for Whitman to share his thoughts on the passage of time, our immortality and the inevitability and necessity of death. The title “To Think of Time” is significant because it implies that if one really took some time out to think about death, they would focus on the good times in their life, be happy with what they have accomplished, and would not fear death. The characters within the poem are ordinary men and women who passed away, and Whitman shares their stories to further praise their average yet content lives. The defining theme of Whitman’s poem is that obsessing over death is not really living at all.