Tiara M. Parks: A Short Story

December 29 2298, I Lebron James is accused of murder of the first degree. I don’t know how I got here or when I got here, all I know is whatever the Indictment I was accused of the situation seemed grim. I was basically dressed in what seemed like upholstery. The hems that hung down from my shirt were mildly tattered and were stained with ketchup. No one realized it at first, but then it happened, I was famous again in a matter of seconds. Everyone who was scolding me rapidly took back there hateful accusations. I was then given a full amnesty of my apparent crimes by the judge. When I asked what I did the jury, as well as the judge they became extremely cagey to give an answer. One year later of complete unknowingness I succumbed to very

As I began to hear the testimony, I recalled all the various wars that have created us into what we are today. Brother against brother, kings that ruled the land, and dictators that overtook anything they desired. Survivors from various disasters have had a chance to let others hear and feel what they have gone through when they were younger like us. Cesia Kingston, one of the many survivors of the disastrous Holocaust, shares her many experiences throughout her life. Some too precious to forget, but others filled with pain and sorrow. Through every word Cesia spoke, they filled my thoughts like a wave, but at the same moment I remembered the times when pain and fear overtook me.

Everyone around me screams and starts running out of the door but I know if i can wait until after he checks the closet I can jump in there and he will never know I will be in there. So he is walking around the room after he has checked around the room I begin to make my way to the closet quietly. As I there the intruder has left so I open the closet quietly and jump in then shut it. The police are then searching the rooms and them make there way to the room I am in. They look around then I get out of the closet. They pull their guns on me and yell, “GET

On the night of December 19th, 2003, a baby is born. Her mom’s a social worker, her dad’s a nephrologist, and she has one older sister. Her name is Sophia Galoustian, although later she will wish to be called Sophie. After two years of living in Maine, the family moves to California, where Sophie will grow up.I am Sophia Galoustian, and this is part of who I am.

I soon fell asleep and woke up to the sound of traffic and people yelling as if someone ate the last piece of pie on Thanksgiving. Being half sleep my eyes weren’t fully dilated so I couldn’t see but with one wipe and a closer look at the sign I see the words, “Lew Sterrett Justice Center”. We had arrived at the local jail of the Dallas County. As we walk to the entrance, I was so scared I grabbed papa hand hard as possible. We came to a huge black door with tinted windows so no one could see through. Papa pushed a big red button to the right of the door that mad a loud horn sound. Then the door slowly opened and revealed a room with a door, metal detector and two officers.

It was on July 22, 1975, I can remember it as vividly as if it was yesterday. I was having lunch with my 2-year-old goddaughter, Tiare, and suddenly a fire broke out in our apartment. We tried to find a way out but the fire escape had already collapsed. I went to the balcony and found a crowd of people, pedestrians, firemen, policemen and even photographers. Everyone was hustling to help us but it was nearly impossible to reach us on the upper floor. Eventually a firefighter came to rescue us. As they were placing a ladder, the balcony suddenly fell. I grabbed the firefighter’s legs as he held onto the ladder. In a glimpse of an eye I found myself mid-air with nothing to do but pray that my daughter would be fine as she we were just inches apart. This is my story, I am Diana Bryant. I’ve heard plenty of conversations about the pictures that were taken of me in this

I am writing with the utmost confidence to recommend Tiara Fulmore for your National Honor Society program. I have known Tiara for ten years and can vouch for her academic dedication as well as her role as a valuable member in extracurricular activities, church activities, and community functions.

Everyone around saw me as a grateful creature, a frank-hearted, happy, and gentle person. Is that why I was taken advantage of? Is that why the murderer did not come forward? I feel that I had given the opportunity in the murderer’s hand to take advantage of me. My kindness in the world has betrayed me. My love and support toward people is what has led me to stand in this trial. I feel no guilt inside. Only innocence stands. The only sorrow I feel is

I was arrested and charged for the murder. I called my parents crying. They believed I was innocent and finally built up the courage to tell me something they have been hiding for the past 22 years of my life. They told me I was not an only child, in fact I had a troubled identical twin sister named Ally Bennett. My parents continued on telling me they had giver her away after figuring out she was troubled. They sent her to a mental asylum in which she broke out 15 years later. They said that I was too young to remember, and did it to give me my best chance. My parents later flew to Chicago and came to the jail in which I was held. They explained what had happened and showed Ally’s birth certificate as evidence to prove I was innocent. I was finally

I could feel my ribs breaking. I laid on the ground coughing and wincing in pain. I guess the officer didn’t think I learned my lesson when I tried to get up because he hit me with his baton in the back. More pain shot through my body I didn’t how much of this I could take. That’s when my wife ran out of the car and grabbed the police officer’s arm before he could deliver a final strike. The officer flicked his hand back and hit my wife. She stumbled back and looked at the officer just in time for the officer to hit my wife on the head with the baton. She crumpled as soon as the baton made contact.

If you just committed murder and need help getting out of this sticky situation, you are in luck. There are a few easy steps that can help you get out of your dilemma. Just specifically follow the three steps of what to do, and the few things of what not to do, and you will be perfectly fine. For example, get rid of all the evidence such as fingerprints and weapons, dispose of the body in little pieces, and keep quiet while staying out of the spotlight.

I was walking to open the door when i heard a loud bang and saw my door hitting my wood floors then the swat team said "put your hands up your under arrest for the murder of Ralph Burns " I listened and slowly put my hands up I was extremely confused who is Ralph Burns? Then one of the police men took my hands and put them behind my back then put tight hand cuffs on me. They took me to a police car and put me inside.i asked the officer driving the car what the heck is going on he said I'm not at the authority to tell you . Now I'm sitting in a holding cell. Well I'm waiting I might as well tell you who is am hi I'm Stefan I'm a high school student in Arizona I had a pretty

As I walk in through the doors to start the interrogation I take a big deep breath and walk in. I slam a pile of files on the desk and say “Mr. Winston Moseley I've been a homicide detective for 25 years and truth be told I have never seen a case like this.” When I said that he didn't say anything all he was doing was looking down at his handcuffs. So I sat down on the chair in front of him across

Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring I got a call from the police station to come to RT 60 on top of the hill where there will be a wooden cabin on the top of the hill where there will be 6 other houses. I need your help because when I came home my dad Mr. Boddy was dead in his when I was about to bring him dinner. Mr. Boddy didn’t answer me so I thought he was asleep but he wasn’t in his room I went to look in the bathroom and my dad Mr. Boddy was dead right there in the middle of the floor in the bathroom shot and stabbed to death. When I got there, their was a crowd of people standing their and would not let me by. Due to that when I pulled in the drive way after they had let me by These four people started to walk away really fast then when I looked

Approaching her place of sanctuary, the mall, Tiffani Amber had a wide grin on her face revealing her pearly white teeth. The mall was a weekly ritual for Tiffani, she has every shirt you could think of from Pacsun to Nike clothes. As she hops out of her Jeep rubicon unlimited, you can see a petite, platinum blonde haired girl with crystal clear blue eyes that sparkle. Her makeup is perfectly contoured with eye lashes so long and black, they comfortably meet her eyebrows and her hair is long and she always makes sure it's as straight as a pin. With her partner in crime, Courtney, they head over to the food court to get some starbucks. Since they're both obsessed with their weight, they ALWAYS make sure to get a fat- free small caramel iced