The Man Who Killed-Personal Narrative

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.

In 1941 we were moved into a small apartment in a ghetto. The getto was run down and was surrounded by a barbed wire fence. I noticed that in the side of the fence there was a small hole that was big ebough for a girl like me to get through. I thought that, that could be my escape plan If anything went wrong. I had to tell my family about it that we could all escape together. We walked into and apartment and it turns out that we were in a room with 12 other

When i was there, everyone I knew was dead. There was blood everywhere! Then I heard a big “BOOM!” So, I went over there to see what it was and it was someone trying to kill me. I picked up a sword and told the man that i wasn’t afraid of him.

We were in the streets of the neighborhood, Ann Elizabeth to be exact. We had just began to play a game of baseball with my brothers new metal bat. Mom had already left for work and my dad was getting ready to leave as well. He was running sort of late. My brother and I were about to start the game, we check around us to make sure no one was near us to play a safe game. We saw our little sister and brother at the front doors neighbor's house playing with their daughter last time we checked. As my brother threw the baseball, I was getting ready to swing then bam! Before I knew it the bat had already crashed into my little brother's head. Let me remind you that this was a metal bat. A metal bat had ran cross my little brother's head. I was so terrified. My little brother was only 4 at that time. I did not know what to do. I held him in my arms. He was still conscious. I was holding my hand over his open wound. He bled a lot. My other brother had ran to let my dad know. My dad came rushing outside,

" Goodnight. " I sniffled, standing up. My sister said my name, but I didn't turn around. I continued walking. I opened my bedroom door and got into my bed. I rolled over on my side. The worst part about this whole thing is that I can't do anything. I can't run. People have tried. I can't talk about how wrong this is because I have no voice, no importance, and that's how I like and want it. The game of survival is a bullshit game where they throw ten people in this map thing, and you can either murder each other until only one stands, die because they have these little things that can get you to die, or find your way out, but it's not that easy. Nobody has ever found their way out. Usually, people go insane and kill each other. The government

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

I was running through the forest, paintballs zinging past me, they hit nearby trees, I leapt through the bushes and through the thorns, I ducked behind a rock and fired my paintballs. Logan was staggering behind me, he fired 8 paintballs until he got bombarded, one hit him in the shin, another hit him in the gut. I remember like it was yesterday. Then out of nowhere, Shield, our paintball chaperone shot me. A quick wash of pain washed up my arm. I was hit, I walked back to where 9 others were sitting, Logan was sitting right next to jay. "Ow" I said "I'm hit". Jay was watching Luke shoot Vinnie like a wild turkey. Right before that, Vinnie, on the other hand shot Shield while he was trying to get into the barn. That was it end of game.

It was a bitterly freezing that evening. No evidence of any deer that are prepared to get slaughtered. Suddenly she crept out and it was on. The curious doe munched her way around the bend in the creek. She turned broadside,so he pulled the trigger and she drug the ground as she spewed out blood. My dad hopped out of the brush with a huge smile on his face. We scurried to the spot where she was and found a tremendous amount of blood.

They’ll leave a silent sob loitering in the back of your throat, a burn that fights before being extinguished.

My name is Amelia and I am here to tell you about my hometown murder. I actually have some personal ties to this, because my boyfriend went to the same high school as the murderer a few years after the murder and his parents were actually friends with the victims. DISCLAIMER: I got almost all of this information from Wikipedia. Okay here it is: On September 2, 2003, Alan Scott Johnson and Diane Johnson were shot to death in their Bellevue, Idaho, home. Just for reference, Bellevue is a 2,000 person town and these things are almost unheard of. Alan was shot twice in the chest, while Diane was shot once in the head, all while their 16 year old daughter was asleep in the room down the hall from them. The next morning,

I am Lucy, age 17, not telling last name, and I am an assassin. Right now I am inside headquarters, waiting for my next job. One of the best, I keep a low profile among others. In school i’m more of a loner than a popular person, having finished high school, I have the whole day free from anyone else's control. Suddenly remembering the high school get together is tonight I rushed out and ran home. When I packed everything together I went join the others at Macy’s house. “ Hey! You coming or not?!” John yelled. “Coming!” I yelled. When we left to pick up all the others, on the last stop I felt a shock “Not now!!” I thought. I shoved through people to my bag, snatched it, and ran back to the back of the bus. Alone I opened my computer, logged

I remember my dad yelling at me to go back in the room and saying “mind my own business.” I became mad, I felt like they put me in their business. I stayed right where I was. My dad started to walk out of the house to leave and my mom began to ran after him. After she grabbed his arm, my dad turned around and pushed her up against the door. Her back was shoved into the door knob and she fell to the ground. I ran over there and got between them and pushed my father away. He ran outside and got in his car and drove away. I never seen someone whip out of the driveway so fast. In the background I hear my little sister crying in my room. My father came back a couple minutes later crying and asking for forgiveness. That was the scariest moment of my life. I felt helpless, I could not protect my mom.

They are dead because of me! When I was 14 my mother and father got killed by some group. They left me and my brother alone. After this my brother went into deep depression and left one night. I was alone and I felt like it was me who needed to die that day but I didn't .People would come up to me and say, “I'm sorry for your loss.” I just sat there and listened to what they had to say with no response. I was in a spot in life where everything was my fault. My parents and my brother didn't help much. I just ran like they told me to...I feel that if I find the group that killed my parents then I’d find out why this happened. I first went to the one person i knew that would know anything about who killed my parents. I got ready and went to the Brooks house to see what Mr.Brooks might know. When I got there I knocked, and someone opened the door

It's old. This same "You killed blah blah many years ago" line. Whatever. He killed someone you cared for just try to kill him. Don't have a fucking conversation trying to negotiate while being in each others personal space acting like you're both ready to fuck. Or get revenge by killing the people he cares for. I'm just tired of people popping up out of the woodworks talking about how evil Klaus is and who he killed. Why isn't any people popping up for Elijah? Or Kol? They've killed plenty of people as well. You mean to tell me the people they've killed didn't have any friends or left over family to avenge them?

It was mid summer. It was basically like any other day.I was careless and kinda didn't realize how fast something so terrible could happen. The night before my dad told me that Kosmans corn pick was the next morning. This is where a lot of people come down to Fort Morgan from all over Colorado and help pick sweet corn for the homeless people in Denver. We were friends with the kosmans the farmers of the corn who we had helped with the corn pick for many years previously. I told my dad the night before to not wake me up I would sleep in and then go. So about nine thirty my dad called and told me to get over there. So I woke up and got dressed and headed over.