The Tragic Abduction It was Saturday about three or four, My brother Jack and I were playing with our toy cars, jack always had the exotic cars, I had the old cars, when suddenly we hear a knock on the door then the door opens a man with dark black boots walks up the stairs, Hey jack “did you hear ” Kip asked? “Yes there’s someone coming up the stairs” Jack Replies “Let's find somewhere to hide just stay calm and quiet” Jack states “Suddenly we hear a voice saying come out wherever you are” the voice said “I’m scared Jack” Kip cries “Stop being a big wuss” Jack Replies Suddenly we hear footsteps in our room, we glance to see who this person was he then noticed us under the bed he grabs me and my brother and ties a bag on our face and takes us to his car …show more content…
“Well of course the ground is frozen not to mention were stuck in a cave,” Jack replied sarcastically. “Instead of worrying about the cold worry about finding a way out of this cave before we become human ice cubes,” Jack stated. “Well, maybe we could try to find somewhere we can grip onto with our hands.” Kip Tried to grip onto a frozen ledge, when suddenly ice and snow start tumbling down where jack was
Throughout the past presidential election, and many others, the ideal of electing the president by popular vote has been at an all-time high conversation topic compared to previous years. While many argue that the Electoral College defeats the purpose of voting, and diminishes the majority’s voice, this is certainly not the case. Without the Electoral College, elections would quickly become, and encourage, radical and corrupt ways in their voting systems, that could possibly result in a detrimental nationwide political crisis of voter fraud, and a rise to direct democracy.
“I was scared, and not knowing what I would’ve done if I ever were to get caught in one was even scarier.” It was a cold December morning in 2013. It was around 5:00 am and all through the night it dumped a great amount of snow in the mountains. I had been watching the forecast for a few days, and I knew that this Saturday was going to be one for the books. I had been waiting ever since I was a little kid to go snowmobiling with my dad and his friends.
" Um, well, sir, we don't usually see talking snowmen around here." I say, pulling Charlie up from the ground.
The man learns his lesson the hard way.The man encountered many internal warnings that it was too cold to be outside. First, his nose and cheeks went numb. His face, feet, and hands followed. His beard and mustache grew icy from his breath.
he snatched me and covered my mouth and nose so my screams would not be heard. He carried me out through the back door and started running. At that moment my mom looked out of the back window and noticed what was going on and that I was
There is a rising problem plaguing the youth of America, however, according to Michelle Obama, it is not the Cookie Monster or childhood obesity this time around. Moreover, as she stated in a recent presentation at Millwood Elementary School, “it’s the overall lack of such obesity.” Our first lady’s opinion on the matter has made an impressive 180 turn. She cites her change of heart to an issue that is stealing our children away from us faster than someone can eat a McDonald’s small French fry: kidnapping.
A free black man was kidnapped and brought into slavery! The kidnappers were four white men who seemed to be very uneducated and maybe psychotic. The black man was tortured and illegally put into slavery. Whether you are for or against slavery, he was alive, and torture is an action forbidden by Jesus Christ, many religious leaders, and by our own government. It is agreed that the torture of him was an unnecessary evil that was still executed.
Ernest Hemingway's In Our Time is a true representation of his "lost generation" for the simple reason that all generations are eventually lost as time goes by. Hemingway focuses on a generation he knows about, his own. It becomes apparent throughout the novel that Hemingway is deconstructing the world without overly using vast amounts of description. All of the “messages" bring the reader to an understanding of a generation, the "lost generation" that appears to result from Hemingway's novel.
We were at the haunted house. I had looked down and noticed that my shoes were untied. So of course I kneeled down to tie them, As I went down I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. “What” I said thinking it was my brother. My brother has short blonde hair and big bright brown eyes. But no it was not my brother because as I looked up I realized It was a person with a clown mask on. “AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” I screamed. As my parent’s laughed. “Why are you laughing at me mom?” I said. “Because I told him to do it!” she replied. “Oh well you sure got
Throughout history, there have been numerous events that elicit psychiatric symptoms in those affected. Due to its recurrent nature and increasing emergence in society, human trafficking poses a major threat to the health of young women everywhere. Stressors such as this can be detrimental to the cognitive functioning of a person; therefore, recognizing indications of a mental disorder in its early stages can help during the process of diagnosis and treatment. Commonly observed physiological and psychological effects of abduction and trafficking include Stockholm syndrome, post traumatic stress disorder, depression, and anxiety. By inducing this type of trauma, abductors and traffickers are permanently impairing victims’ abilities to function normally in their communities.
“Good thing we left that place while we still could, they were blocking all of the exits.” Violet giggled.
There is nothing like the injustice of child abduction, murder, and molestation. As John Walsh says it:
We were watching a movie and my sister, Lauren, left to go to bed and my brother, Cameron, fell asleep on the couch. I was on the floor with him and he rolled over and fell asleep too. It was late, and I dozed off and while I was sleeping, I felt something really cold go into my shirt from above me. I knew by the shape it was a hand, and it was hairy like his. I was shaking really bad but I pretended like I was asleep because he could overpower me in an instant. After what seemed like a lifetime, he put my bra and shirt back in place. I heard him leave and took that opportunity to finally breathe. I cried all night and woke up to find my sister, and she said he had left for work
Although it summer out, I decided to give Liam the pain of being frozen. I turned down Liam’s temperature like he was just put in a freezer. I could feel the winter storm living inside his small body. The storm brought Liam’s temperature down to 93 degrees and he had began to cry. The temperature was so cold that Liam could almost feel his blood turn to slush, his veins freeze over, and his brain feel like a cold rock. The simple way to describe this feeling is for it to suddenly start snowing in the Middle East. The people were not prepared for the storm, Liam was not prepared for the ghostly chills all over his body. My attack so far had been more strategic rather than a powerhouse, but if I was to take Liam to the depths of the darkest sea, I would have to go a step
My brother my mom and I had just came from our grandmothers birthday. Running to the doorstep, laughing and relieved to be home. Mom was on her phone, rustling through her bag for the keys to the house, speaking in a calm tone. Then like a canary in a coal mine she stopped talking and hung up abruptly. Staring blankly at a silhouette on a man approaching us. A car was parked by the curb with another man sitting inside. The man about 10 feet from us, but it seemed closer. It felt like the man was towering over me