The Sniper Attack Short Story

“Sorry,” Raven says as she turns to leave, they start laughing and tears well up in her pretty blue eyes. Raven was always trying to be like her brothers and sisters, but, she was born last, so she was always pushed down. After years of this treatment she finally told herself that she needed to show them that she was more, so, Raven would sneak away in the night and train, and she would practice usually chasing small animals. One night she snuck away and

The D.C. Sniper Attacks were a group of attacks that took place between October 2 to October 24, 2002. The Perpetrators were John Allen Muhammad and Lee Boyd Malvo. Ten people were shot and killed at the Beltway Attacks and three people were killed before that. Three people were also injured by the bullet, but were not killed. They asked for $10 Million Dollars to stop the attacks so that they could start a Utopian country in Canada for black children.

An author’s main goal is to have the reader intrigued by the text with suspenseful and/or dramatic scenes happening throughout the story. The authors of all three stories (“The Sniper”, “Ambush”, and “The Trip”) all portray this expectation flawlessly. Even though the stories have a great chronological order with amazing characters, they also share similar themes and subjects. The following reasons explain why.

Have you ever wondered about the differences between the two short stories, “Lather and Nothing Else” by Hernando Tellez and “The Sniper” By Liam O’Flaherty? “Lather and Nothing Else” describes the story of a revolutionary Barber that unluckily comes in contact with his rival and is forced to shave him. He has to decide what he shall do. In “The Sniper”, a sniper faces his rival enemy in a war. He has to have the guts and intelligence to make his decisions and discovers his rival wasn’t his enemy at all. This essay will focus on the similarities, the differences and argue whether they are more alike, or divergent in the plot.

I opened the door to the main deck, the sounds of gunshots near and far. The smell of gunpowder filled my lungs and I found it hard to breathe. I always did. The endless waves of people, coming to face their slaughter, both sides never winning but always losing as the days drew shorter. As the sunset began we knew all our fighting would come to an end as others would take over, for tomorrow at sunrise we would start again. But for now we had about an hour left, “solider come here and help me with this ammunition” it was Sergeant Kirk, he has a fierce reputation on our ship the HMAS Sydney. I hurried over to help him move ammunition under the deck, and then rushed back to my station to meet up with Ryan, a small bloke with black hair, bit of stubble and an olive tan. We both come from the same city and we met on board the ship. We were in charge of the flak cannon on the port side of the ship. A

“What a cruel thing is war : to separate and destroy families and friends…” Robert E. Lee. This quote relates to “The Sniper,” because it explains how the sniper killed his brother. It separated and destroyed his family because he shot his brother. He thought his brother was the enemy even though he wasn't. “The Sniper” the short story by Liam O’Flaherty, starts off with the sniper patrolling the surrounding area he is in. Then he decides to take a smoke and a bullet flies past him. After his last smoke he gets hit in the right forearm. Then he thinks of a plan to kill the other shooter. He drops his rifle off the roof making the other shooter think he is dead. The sniper then fires a long distant shot. The shooter slowly falls to the ground and dies. He then goes and looks into the dead shooters face and sees his brother. “The Sniper” by Liam O'Flaherty believes that duty and sadness is always a part of war.

Chris served his first deployment as a SEAL and any of the following as the SEAL sniper in his platoon. During all the time spent in the Middle East Chris had had many close encounters with the Grim Reaper himself. One of those times involved waves upon waves of Iraqis and hours of firefighting. As more and more Iraqis were shot more appeared closer than they were before. The situation began to scare Chris and all his fellow comrades “Little by little, they started getting closer and closer. Until it became obvious that they were going to overrun us. We were done. We were going to die.” (Kyle 102). However, the Grim Reaper stopped glooming over the men as the cavalry of Marines arrived.

“The Raven” is a fictional poem written by Edgar Allan Poe in which the audience witnesses the narrator’s gradual change from a weary scholar to grieving lover. While falling asleep, he suddenly hears a tap at his chamber door. In alarm, the scholar tries to reason with himself and explain away the soft tapping. Eventually, he gains courage, opens the door, and finds it void of anyone. The narrator immediately wonders if it is perhaps his lost love, Lenore waiting for him, yet the only answer to his inquiry is his echoing voice. However, as he shuts the door, he hears a gentle tapping again, opens a window, and a raven enters. Poe’s use of a raven cannot be a coincidence. According to Gregory McNamee,

At the beginning of Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven” and “The Black Cat” the narrators begin to explain their side of the story calmly, maintaining their composure and sanity. Yet, as both stories progress Poe’s main characters quickly unravel and spiral into frantic, unstable beings. Initially, the man depicted within “The Raven” believes a visitor is knocking on his door, a rational and typical thought upon hearing a knock. The main character’s mental health begins to slip when he yells and believes to hear in the empty doorway, his dead wife, “I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, ‘Lenore!’ ”, (Poe 1). All remnants of the narrator 's sanity

The heavy footsteps of the soldiers boots made an echo in the junkyard. The man had his gun in the down range position waiting for a target to appear. The radio on his shoulder blared to life.

The setting in stories are important because it helps create conflict during the story. The setting is important in the short story “The Sniper” by Liam O'flaherty. This short story is in dublin Ireland. Dublin ireland is have a civil war. When they were at war the sniper was fighting against his brother and who he had killed. The setting of this story creates conflict because he was at war and it dark and he had shot and killed his brother. An example in this in the story is when after he had shot the enemy he went to see who it was because he thought he had a good shot . The narrator says “ the sniper turned over the dead body and looked into his brother's face” .

Sam leant his tortured spine against the wall, his eyes staring into the cold nothingness of dawn. Impending suffocation caused his lungs to heave and he almost threw-up as he struggled with the airless atmosphere . Clinical, cold, steel lay above his waistband , tugging at the edges of his sanity and he was too vulnerable to fight the dialogue that screamed and screamed, demanding to be obeyed . Trigger underneath your larynx, Sam , barrel aimed at your cerebral cortex, just like that Sam it could all be gone," the firearm beckoned with a logic impossible to defy. Sam's posture screamed with fatigue, every notch of his vertebrae weighted with grief , his body was not at liberty to overcome his

The metal rattling from around his waist confirmed he was carrying a firearm. I smirked as an anecdote flew across my subconscious. The camouflage from my trench suit blended with the flora and fauna as I hid behind a Kadishan tree. In exhaustion my head hit the tree as I began to rest.

“The Raven” begins at a dark and cold autumn night. The narrator is attempting to forget about Lenore, his lost love, by reading “many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore” (Poe, 1845), when he suddenly heard a “As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door” (Poe, 1845) The narrator tries to convince himself that there is nothing wrong and that there is just a visitor knocking, but when he musters the courage to open the door, no

We walked slowly down the mountain. There were tombstones on both sides of the bumpy, gravel path. xSolqn_ whispered, “aa-are w-we go-going the right way”? I whispered softly, “yea dude, don’t worry”! “OK” said xSolqn_. We continued down the rocky path until we came across a dark, undead forest. We walked in. I checked my arm and it has goosebumps all over it. I drew my sword, It shining in the slim sparkle of the sun’s, tiny rays. We continued on ready to attack. “I have a feeling we are being followed”. I said as sweat dripped on my arm. “Me too”, said xSolqn_. We checked as someone sprinted past us. Then we saw 2 zombies, 2 skeletons and a spider come out of the pitch black trees. Then, a person came out of the shadows. It was the evil MG. I took my sword and yelled, “TAKE THAT”! I whacked him again and again. He easily was gone and he dropped a second key. “We now have 2 keys”, said xSolqn_. We then continued down the trail until we found a bright light. It was the end of the forest.