The Night Were The Flashes

the screams of pain, the pangs of hunger, and merciless evil. The novel recounts the

Based on the applicable options dealing with cultural issues in our eligible films, In the Heat of the Night seems be ahead of the pack when it comes to exploiting our societal vices. The 1967 mystery/drama is based on John Ball’s 1965 novel with the same title. The film is set in the fictional rural town of Sparta, Mississippi. Sparta is a southern town that is racially discriminatory on institutional, social, and judicial levels. In the Heat of the Night seems to make many negative cultural assumptions about southern states, especially Mississippi. Sparta is portrayed as desolate town whose only citizens consist of slave-owning plantation owners, racist hicks, and racist hicks who happen to be cops. All the white characters in the film seem to be negative stereotypes. The plantation owner even has a small lawn gnome portraying a black servant. The film begins at a local dinner in Sparta where Sam Wood, a well-known town sheriff, is having dinner and a discussion filled with racist content. After leaving the diner, Sam runs over a dead man in the middle of the street. He alerts superior officer, Chief Bill Gillespie, who begins searching the town for any suspicious drifters because he believes that the murder was the outcome of a mugging gone wrong. Upon searching the train station, Gillespie finds Virgil Tibbs; an African-American homicide detective from Philadelphia who is visiting his mother. Tibbs is the one major exception to the negative stereotypes within the town

He had your gun.’ ‘An’ you got it away from him and you took it an’ you killed him?’ ‘Yeah.

All these three survivors went through everything, they sort of had the same feelings, fear, pain, betrayed, etc. It was a hard time for all of them and even though they survived they couldn’t go back to the way they

I looked him in his eyes before I shot him. I can still remember the bullet hitting him straight in the chest and the blood hitting my face. It was warm and felt good in the face biting cold. I felt like I was crazy for liking the feeling of the blood. After a couple more miles my lungs burned and I wanted to quit.

spotted what looked like a dog, aimed his gun, fired and saw the body drop to the ground. After

People shrieked as they watched their very city collapse into ashes as it . Through the ashes there were huge metal bodies, with red bloodshot eyes gleaming at the side of all the destruction, bodies made of steel towering over the remains with smirks stretching across their faces, “This is the end,” they all repeated. Carnage.

That is all I remember for the next five or ten seconds. I woke up about fifteen feet from the grave. I could see every color of the rainbow. My radio was gone. I looked behind me. The radio was about ten or twelve feet away with the antenna sticking out of the water. I began to yell, “Did anybody get a fix?” (A fix was a flash from a mortar or rocket or whatever.) I could not hear myself yell. After about another twenty seconds or so, I began to hear the men in my squad yell, “I’ve been hit, Sgt. Leland. I’ve been hit.”

We arrived to the spot where our blind was located and my dad, grandpa and I filed out of the car. I got the gun in one hand, and ammo in the other. I walked up to the blind and I already was nervous. I opened the door and set down the

We were in the bunker and we heard screams of people and screeches of zombies.. It was 3:00 in the morning

I've heard the deafening sound of a gunshot, almost as traumatizing as seeing someone getting shot, because you know that there are only two options when you hear a single gunshot. One, that it was an accident, or two, that it has hit its intended target, successfully.

Frightened to death, I sat frozen in the seat that I was sitting in along with everyone else. The monster’s words came trembling out of the revolting mouth towards my sister and me. Having his gaze slide onto to you, created a feeling of dread within my stomach from the thought of what he would say towards me. So outraged over the dislike of furniture, the monster yelled horrifying words towards us which created large tears to fall down our faces. Having an immense amount of fear in us of the sight of the monster created us to break down in tears. The tears would not stop falling out of our eyes. Words that could never be repeated just spilled out of his mouth. Frightened by the smell of

When I woke up I knew I wasn't gone. I got up to see a bloody wound from where i was shot, it hurt so bad. I went to the hospital and got stitched up. After, I

Panic settled into the air as howls of anger surged through the dark musky night. The children were sound asleep, oblivious to the apocalyptic rush merely feet away. Alcohol lingered on each tongue that spewed words of hatred towards one another, but blood-thirst soon turned simple ill willed remarks into violence. The air thumped with the music, vibrations carried over the yelling and supported the delirium from the sea of people. Vicious words settled on the crowd like a dense blanket, choking out any light. The unpleasant smell of metallic blood and alcohol lingered on a day of purification while lights flashed red and blue. Harsh flesh on flesh contact had ended, and with the pain numbed by alcohol, only the overwhelming rush of blurred

It was the worst feeling ever to see people burning alive before my eyes, knowing there