The Day I Killed-Personal Narrative

On 09/12/2016, I Deputy Daniel Pruitt was dispatched to 52455 West Highway 16 for an unattended death compliant. I arrived on scene st 6:45pm and meet with Creek County EMS unit 40.

“ahhhhhh! ” I heard a scream as i ran downstairs, my eyes began to tremble as i cried “ mom , Dad!” my hands began shaking as i walked up to the men in the mysterious mask. I asked the man “ you did this!” as I screamed “ I will kill you bastard!” I went in for a punch he blocked me and cut my hand, as blood flowed from my hands i screamed “ Ahhhhhhhhhh!” The men handed me the knife and he jumped out of the window. “ Mom, Dad are you okay?” I asked them, “ the diamond dragon!” said Mom. A cold wind blew out of the window, my Mom’s head dropped to the ground, and that was all I remembered. I was only 17, my little sister who was 4 at the time didn't know anything that happened. I was blamed for my parents murder. They took away the only thing

Fifteen year old Conrad Clark just came home from basketball practice where he was absolutely exhausted. He is the best player on his undefeated school basketball team. He lives with just his mom and only sibling Thomas after his father had recently been murdered by an unknown killer. As he approached the front door of his massive three story mansion located basically in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a lake and lots of wildlife, a gut punching feeling went through his body. He was remembering what had happened before he left for practice. He got in a huge fight with his mom about his grades in school, and was regretting some of the things he said. He goes through the front door and goes up to his bedroom on the third story. He lays down on his bed and he sees a note telling him that his mom and Thomas, are at a party and will be gone all night. He puts the note down and closes his eyes. About forty five minutes later he wakes up to his alarm going off. He turns off the alarm clock reading 10:30 p.m and is wondering why his alarm went off for no reason. He lets it go past him and goes down to the first floor and turns the television on. He turns on his favorite show, Criminal Minds, when Bang! At that moment Conrad knew that something bad

The Man I Killed is the story of the man that Tim O’Brien killed. However, this story is not true. He later mentions that he did not in fact kill the man, yet he was present and that was enough. This story, according to him, is told to show the reader how he feels, because O’Brien feels as though the truth is that by doing nothing, he killed the man, so in his story, he does kill the man. Imagery is the biggest literary device seen in this story, but diction also helps make the story seem more true, it helps the reader to truly believe that O’Brien did in fact throw the grenade that killed the man. This story is told from O’Brien’s point of view, which would be first person, despite the fact that the word “I” is

Kiowa was against it, he felt like it was wrong and since he was religious he felt like setting up camp and base of operations in a church was bad news. Dobbins however wasn’t all that religious, he believed in god but it was just being nice to people that mattered to him. Kiowa grew up loving churches and carrying The Bible around but Dobbins hated churches.

At three o’clock in the morning, Chris Salyer (109) and I discovered Steven Strominger (117) drunk being walked home by Morgan Hall from Davis (232). According to Steven, he fell asleep outside on a bench and Jordan Hawkins told him to come inside Davis. Somehow, Steven made his way to the second floor and knocked on Morgan’s door. He knocked on her door because his friend who left him went to hook up with her roommate, and he thought it would be cool. Morgan helped him get back to DK. When he entered, Chris and I were in the lounge talking. Steven was very forgetful, but he was very chill about everything. He tried using his Drivers License on the swipe access. Morgan and Chris helped him to the bathroom and Morgan told me that he could apparently

It started as typical Tuesday with a couple of court hearings, maybe an arrest, but nothing to exciting. That all changed at dawn.

AHHHHHH!!!!! His died, oh wait.....Hey I'm Miss. White, Boddy's housecleaner, And I'm going to tell you who murder Boddy on the night of Friday the 13th .Well first of all, I am from a small town in Canada. Also, I'm married to a retired body builder. I'm 37 years old and I have two kids one 18 and one 11.I have known Boddy for about 10-11 years. Also I work for Boddy almost every day.

In the novel “The Things They Carried” by Tim O'Brien, there is a chapter by the name of “The Man I Killed.” Within this chapter, O'Brien narrates in one of his memories from the Vietnam War. The memory he depicts is of a Viet Cong soldier whom he has killed, using immense detail to describe the wounds.O'Brien imagines the life story of the Vietnamese soldier, envisioning that might have felt it was his duty as a citizen to protect the land and his people. While O'Brien is picturing the man's hopes and dreams, Azar interrupts his thoughts and makes a comment essentially congratulating O'Brien on killing the soldier, while Kiowa is more understanding and tells Azar to leave as he is aware that O'Brien is clearly upset. Kiowa tries to get O'Brien to stop staring at the dead man by offering justifications as to why he had to kill the man. O’Brien is still lost in his own head though, continuing to imagine the life the man could have had, had O'Brien not shot him. Kiowa continues to try to get O'Brien to talk but with to no avail.

After the the first shot I took my mind went blank. The adrenaline that flowed throughout my body, the feelings of rush, excitement, and success all in one combination of emotions. These were the feelings I had no idea excited until after that moment. Although I had a slight ache in my shoulder due to the force of the 12 gauge shotgun pushing against my shoulder. I was at a lost of words my only reactions was to run, run as fast as I could to get to the dying turkey. Once there the turkey was not fully dead yet It was still flopping around and blood camp oozing out splattering me. Looking at the suffering bird I places my boot on it head to the ground, then grabbed the turkey's body pulling it so its

Today we are leaving Concord New hampshire. We are very upset because we loved our visit. We were packing up to leave. We walked down to go eat some breakfast. I got toast. After breakfast we went up stairs to get are stuff to leave. When we hopped in the car we looked out the window of the car.

On my way to my high school graduation at Eastern Randolph High School, I had a mixture of emotions, but then I remembered that I had forgotten the most important item for the day, like forgetting to study for a test that counts fifty percent of a grade. My graduation cap and tassel were left in the bag that I bought them in. I called my mom immediately, hoping she could still bring them to me on time. She would not pick up the phone. I had to let someone know I had a major problem. Thankfully, there were extra caps and tassels but in exchange of borrowing one, I had to leave my phone which made me experience the same feeling I have when I have to leave my little brother with his babysitter and see him cry.

The lovebird killer is terrorizing the city and this brings back terrible memories to Private Investigator, Lizzy Gardner. Lizzy had barely escaped the grasps of “Spiderman” just a short few years ago. Lizzy is urged to find the lovebird killer. Meanwhile a workers compensation case leads Lizzy and her assistants on a murderous trail. The girls welcome the challenge and they are determined to stop this murderer before he takes another innocents life.

However, Tim O’Brien once had an incident, which permanently changed his life. He killed a man. Just like retrieving back to positive lists in order to avoid the tragedy that happened in the Vietnam War, O’Brien had difficulty describing the man in “The Man I Killed,” which he avoids using first person in his writing. Subsequently, O’Brien cannot continue to live in a dream as he imagines an entire life for the late Vietnamese solider. In his story, he speaks of the similarities and comparisons of the dead man and himself shared. The man was a student who did not want to join the war as much as O’Brien did not either, but they did so because of family honor. Additionally, just like O’Brien, the man fell in love with a classmate. Because of

The death of a loved one is one of the most challenging events I have had to overcome. The summer of 2014, I was just going into my junior year, was one for the books. It was an absolutely amazing summer. My sister had her first baby in May and we were getting to make his first summer his best, but little did we know it would also be his last. We lost him at the end of July. It was one of the hardest things to cope with. So many unanswered questions still to this day stand.