Tears, Idle Tears

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    On Febuary 28, 2017 at approximately 1820 hours, I responded to assist Deputy J. Goodall to a reported suicidal subject possibly at 2402 Hawkins, County of Montezuma, State of Colorado. Once we arrived, we attempted to locate the male later identified as Andrew, Kevin (DOB 07-03-1971) who stated to dispatch he had a tree picked out and a rope prior to hanging up the phone. Dispatch attempted to call back the male but the cellular phone had been turned off by Andrew. I asked dispatch to give me

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    I remember May 21st, 2011 like a Vietnam flashback because that's the night my life has changed forever. When I was 9 years I decided to go out camping with my grandparents in their huge Motorhome and all day I had a feeling of something is going to go wrong but I didn’t know what so I went on with my day. When it was time for bed I thought the feeling I had all day was just nothing so I let it go and feel asleep. I was awoken from the lights coming on and my grandma yelling at me saying “Wake up

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    “Life is change. Growth is optional. Choose wisely” (Unknown). People change and grow because of the challenges and conflicts they have in life. A person I know that has changed and grown a lot from a conflict is my mom because a couple years ago she ripped a tendon in her back, and she had to get many surgeries and wasn’t able to walk for a while. She grew a lot from that experience and now she can walk and is still getting better. In “The Street” by Richard Wright the young boy narrator has to

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    throughout the barren house and the box I misplaced is nowhere to be found. But as I wander throughout the barren house looking for this box, I stumble into the narrow kitchen and memories start to slowly creep into my mind, it overwhelms me and a tear begins to roll down my plump ten-year-old face. My twin brother and I are sitting on the countertop adjacent to the stove making toast in the toaster. Sitting next to the toaster are wooden spoons, my twin brother and I start to play with the spoons

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    moves forward. It is my turn to approach the body, Reverend’s very demise. Someone has removed his glasses, and there is a gentle smile dancing on his lips. I cannot help but smile myself, remembering his wide grin and genuinely lighthearted laugh. Tears sting my eyes, and I file past. The service begins, and my mind can’t help but wander towards the kid. He didn’t die; he ran out of ammo. 77 bullets for the church and none for himself. The police found him at a traffic stop in North Carolina. He will

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    Angst: A Short Story

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    Outside as I lean onto the rugged, worn down wall I can see her scarlet dripping face clouded with never-ending tears. My hands are frosted from the trembling weather, and my tears have blocked the sound of cars and smell of firewood. It’s only been three days, yet the feeling of being alone in such a big world has filled us with angst. My mom is right in front of me, through the fogged over window I’m gazing in. She has somehow found a way to fill an empty house with dread, which overbears the silence

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    I have never heard before. Although I have never heard this tone before, I detect the sorrow in her cry. Deep down, I know exactly why she cries: my dad has left. I slowly step into her bedroom and the words, “It’s true”, are written plainly on her tear drenched face.

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    The rain couldn’t mask the tears rolling off her cheek staring down at the six foot ground hole. She’s stiff as a board unable to take everything in. An arm comes over her left shoulder, looking at Mark with her dull, watery eyes. “She’s gone.” “Everything will be okay Hannah, I promise,” Mark said whispering into her ear pulling her into a hug, putting the small umbrella over both of them. Family and friends all gathered, circled around that six foot ground hole. Watching Hannah’s best friend

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    I had a lot of trouble with Algebra II and even failed my midterm. Shame had washed over me and I felt dizzy. I’d gotten home that day and my dad had already found out from my mom. Tears had welled in my eyes and before I could utter an “I’m sorry” over the knot in my throat, my dad turned his head away from me in disgust. I cried like a baby, mortification had seized me. My dad later apologized, but through great effort, I brought

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    WHO I've been abandoned all alone in a trailer park in Gallup, New Mexico. I just received a phone saying i was dead and my mom was in the hospital. Yesterday I tried calling my mother again but all that answered was the phone operator saying she isn't doing so good. It is a lonely night here in Gallup all I hear is crickets and dogs howling and the stars lighting up the sky. I tried listening to the radio to get my mind of things but that didn't work. I decided the best decision for me was to

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