The Cop

“You are under arrest for the murder of 19-year-old woman Maria Acone.” “I didn’t lay a fucking finger on her.” The cop moved close to me. He breathed heavily, and his mouth smelled of ale, giving me the impression that this man wasn’t exactly driving sober. Hypocrite. “Yeah? Well, that’s what they all say. Tell it to the judge.” With that, I was forcefully pushed into the police van. Let me tell you, sitting down while your hands are cuffed behind your back is not a pleasant feeling. The van

My Neighborhood Memories I have many memories in my hometown of Buckner, but none of them long enough to tell a long story about. Buckner is a great little town, we have many great people here. Small stores with three gas stations and only one stoplight, the grass is more green than it seems. I moved here in 2005 when I was about 6 to 7 years old, don’t have many images of my first time seeing the house. I do remember dad building the house before it became the bright white and blue house it

slept through the burglary. I considered lying about this to the cops when I went to report it, but you don’t lie to the police. It’s like doctors: they can’t help you if you lie to them. I mean, I don’t always tell my doctor the whole truth, but that’s because my doctor happens to be an old friend—some things are just too embarrassing to tell your friends. One cop asked if I was unemployed, since I had been taking a nap on a Thursday morning. “I’m an ophthalmologist,” I said. “My schedule varies

violently, the lukewarm liquid spilling over his fingers. He hadn’t uttered a single word since his impassioned attempt to justify Booker’s assault, and as the minutes ticked by, his silence only added to Doug’s concerns. Although not an expert, as a cop, Penhall understood about trauma, and fearing his friend was going into shock, he made the decision to call 911. With an ambulance on its way, he dialed a second number, and after a brief conversation, he hung up. Turning his attention to Tom, he

because he believed that the outside world was a “money- hungry rat race of modern society”, and that Garland was the only place that could save him and Rain from the modern world. While driving Rain to the hospital, Cap was exceedingly bewildered when a cop cuffed him for driving without a license. Rain ended

FADE IN: BLACK: The laughter and chatter of elementary aged children fill the dark screen. A bus squeaks to a halt. LAYLA (V.O) Yesterday at school Ms. Cunningham called me a pest. When I got home I tried asking mommy what that meant, but she was on her phone with the electric people. They turned our lights off last night. It was really cold, but mommy helped me and Gabby stay warm. Today, when I got back to school I asked Ms. Cunningham what a pest was and she said to put my head down and do my

My Story….. When I was about the age of 6 years old maybe seven. I was sexually assaulted. I was at an elementary school which I will call Tree School for right now. So I had a family friend who I will call “James”. James and I were okay friends I guess. I was kind of a tomboy so I loved boxing and wrestling with boys. One day when I went to James house. We were wrestling and we decided to go upstairs because James had gotten a train for his birthday. So I went upstairs with him and asked to play

Mercy, A Story Of Justice And Redemption, is written from the viewpoint of Mr. Stevenson as he goes through many people's cases trying to give them the justice they deserve. All American Boys is the story of a young teenage boy who is beaten up by a cop because it is believed he is stealing a bag of chips. The first connection between the two novels is the moral lessons they try to teach the reader. There are many lessons to be learned from these books from don’t assume things, to friends and family

My worst birthday was this year. I went to a Twins game with my dad, stepmom, and sisters, Olivia (who is 15) and Natalie (who is 6.) The game wasn’t the bad part, I actually had a lot of fun. Well… that’s after this happened. We were waiting in line at the front gate. It was Star Wars night, and the first 1,000 people there got a free t-shirt, so we were in line early. Everyone was thirsty, so Olivia and I were going to go across town to my aunt's house, where our car was parked with drinks in

It was a summer day in July, the sun was shining bright and you could see the heat waves in the air. My friends Caleb, Javon, and I were heading to the mall. We were there for five minutes when we heard someone yell “Stop!” We turned and saw it was an officer, before we knew it we were all running. Caleb was in front with me and Javon trailing. I turned to look back at the officer he was overweight and his white uniform was already sticking to his body due to him sweating. We turned a corner and