The Death Of A Man

“It was not death or dying that frightened him, but the unexpectedness of both” (14).

A very popular debate goes on between people on whether or not capital punishment should exist or not. “A Death in Texas” was wrote by Steve Earle, and the main subject is capital punishment. The death penalty should not be allowed, and should not even exist, because it’s murder itself, people can change, and we don’t have the right to take another human beings life.

The man, had he not died from the demon, was surely dead now. Blood pooled around the man's body, his corpse sprawled in an unnatural position.... unmoving...

He began to think of how he could get his hands free then he could get the noose from his neck, jump into the water and swim to his escape. When he dropped from the bridge, the rope snapped into and he fell into the water. His hands freed themselves and untied the rope from around his neck. He reached the surface and realized that his senses were super human. He saw things very distinctly. He realized that he was being shot at, he escaped and made it safely to dry land. He began his journey home, about 30 miles away. He traveled through seemingly never ending forest. He was moving along day and night with no rest or food and was very sore. He heard strange noises coming from the woods. He believed that as he was walking, he fell into a sleep. About the time he woke up at home with his wife and kids, he felt a searing pain in his neck and everything went

After looking at the corpse for a while he decided that he would deal with the body after he ate some breakfast. When he was eating breakfast several thoughts came to his head like, “how was he going to get home,” “is there any other servants in the home,” and “are his friends looking for him.”

She held on tightly causing him naturally to pull her closer. He protectively held onto her. The sound of stomping alerted Kai of another presence. A light was turned on, and before he was a middle-aged woman who entered the room. She rubbed her eyes a couple of times to adjust to the brightness. She removed her fingers from her eyes revealing bloodshot colour. Her eyes quickly averted toward her daughter, as if Kai was invisible.

Time seemed to slow as his fate climbed towards him. His heart pounding in his ears. His mind seemed to withdraw slowly from his body with each thud. He felt himself go numb.

All I knew was that he was gone, but not his body. I came to the conclusion that I should burn it, so I did. I pulled up my torn and ragged sleeves and proceeded to search the yard or things to build a fire with, a fire big enough to get rid of his wretched body. I dragged his lifeless corpse over to the fireplace and watched as it caught aflame. I sat there just staring at it for hours on end, adding more fuel to the fire when need be. Soon the early morning came, but the bones remained stricken of his rotten flesh so I attempted to smash them to bits upon the stone, and succeeded other than a few big pieces which I stashed away under the floor and stone. The ashes were everywhere and overflowing so I carried what I could out upon the brink of exhaustion and soon enough fell

“I have to go,” said William. “My family is probably looking for me.” Then as william walked away, the creature pulled out his hands rushed to william to end his life, but then he felt some sympathy. “No, I can’t!”

She could just feel the hair raise on the back of her neck as the other drew nearer. She introduced herself as Faith, and told her some very scary things.

Though we were enclosed in darkness, the cathedral itself seemed to shine with inner light, reflected in the stained glass windows that surrounded the sides. I moved closer to the light, drawn like a moth to a flame as I peered at the stained glass, and once I peered, dear Reader, I jumped back in absolute horror, and fear of getting burned. The heat radiating off the images was intense and never ending, like the fire of millions of tiny suns. But the images within the stained glass there were souls, still fully conscious as a multitude of horrors transcended on them, made me weak to the knees. The souls were covered in large white sheets from head to toe that obscured them from my view.

As seen throughout the assigned readings and videos from this semester, for many cultures and religions, the death of an individual is not quite the end. There are still many things done after the death, from preserving the body to never even mentioning that deceased individual’s name again. Life styles tend to influence death styles. Religious beliefs are the primary way to understand how societies frame the explanation, grief management and societal impact of the loss of an individual. In the case of death, although the focus is on the dead individual - the function of certain rituals is to help survivors by allowing the group a “time out” period after which the group must deal with a “new normal”.

The term femicide had been in use long before Diana E.H. Russell reintroduced it to modern lexicon. In fact, it was first used in A Satirical View of London at the Commencement of the Nineteenth Century in 1801 to notate the killing of a woman. Shortly after, in 1827, a manuscript by the name of The Confessions of an Unexecuted Femicide was published that details the murder of a young women by William MacNivish. Additionally, the word femicide appeared in Wharton 's Law Lexicon in 1848, suggesting that it had become a criminal offense. (Russell 2001). Even before this inclusion, however, was the social control of women through the witch-crazy in sixteenth and seventeenth century England. Rooted in the desire to eradicate heresy and reinstate fellowship to the Catholic Church, whose view on women and gender is largely based on the creation story in Genesis. The universally known story of Adam and Eve preaches the danger in the sexual insatiability of women, and Russell states that, “It was particularly female sexuality that made women sinful... and led men into damnation through association with their bodies,” (Russell 1992:28). Therefore, by inducing fear of violent interrogation, imprisonment, and sentencing to death (only to women, remember), the witch-craze was a tool for imparting social control over the women and can now be looked back upon as femicide. The use of violence against women by men was reliant on a construct of female sexuality, and the ways in which they

My sight came back, diffused, dim—dreamlike. A ghost drifted beside me in a billowy blouse, navy breeches, stockings, and buckled boots. His hair—long and loose and peacock blue—was gathering a lace of dust. He was blurred as ghosts often are, but his voice was clear.

She ran to the middle of whatever was still standing in her house and started to cry. She got on her knees and thought that everything that was once hers was gone in an instant. She cried and cried, until she found no more use. Then, once her eyes started to clear up, she spotted something.