Busybody thought everything was alright until something horrible happened. It was February 27th, no sign of Johnny Dorset. Mrs. Busybody could finally lie down and relax without being disturbed. Everything was starting to seem so peaceful, relaxing, and calm. She was slowly drifting off to sleep. Then, she heard someone yelling as loud as an elephant. Mrs. Busybody sat up to see the worst surprise ever. The terrible and mean Johnny Dorset has come back. She got ran around the house faster than a cheetah. Awe Man! , “I thought I would never see him again”, she said. “Lord, why me? Is this punishment for popping Johnny’s little, red ball or breaking all his sticks so he wouldn’t be able to play that Indian game”, she thought. Whichever one it was please forgive me. All of sudden, a thought struck her head. “I can leave for a few days”. Mrs. Busybody quickly ran to my dresser and pulled out a week’s worth of clothes. What about my two cats’? , she thought. “I’ll just leave them here”. “My cats are missing limbs and ears and they’re beaten up. If they weren’t in such poor condition, I would gladly them with me”. But, Johnny decided he wanted to throw medium sized rocks at them. Poor cats, they haven’t been the same since then. She finished getting her items together. Mrs. Busybody walked outside to the old, raggedy, blue car in the drive way. She started driving and the car started making funny noises. The dusty, slow car broke down in front of a big cabin. This is better than nothing. “At least I’m away from Johnny”, she said with a stupid grin on her…
On Michael MacKenzie’s seventeenth birthday, he got a .45-70 Winchester rifle from his grandpa. Michael figured he’d try out his new gun. Michael and a friend, Joe Sadowski, decided to shoot the rifle on the Fourth of July. They had no idea of the repercussion that it would cause when they did. The bullet that they fired traveled four blocks over and hit a man named Charlie Ward in the head as he was fixing his roof.…
The sniper slowly turned over the dead body of his brother and looked into his face. Rapidly, he shook his hand away and looked deeply at the face of his brother with unblinking eyes. His heart raced twice as fast, his head pulsated, and his body was trembling with fear. Slowly, he struggled to manage to even sit up straight. He closed his eyes and had listened to the dim roaring of weaponry in the distance around him. Vibrant images of his perfect shot crashed through his head over and over again until he became unconcious.He woke up and raised his good arm and wiped the drops of sweat that were trickling down his face. As his hand made its way back down his face, he slowly opened his sealed eyes, and once again, stared down vainly at the corpse in disgrace.…
I was killing chickens. It was my 38th birthday. My brother had chosen that morning to tell me that he had caught his wife – my best friend, Ashley – in bed with my husband a year before. I had absorbed the rumors with suspicions about other women for 10 years, but this one, I knew, was going to break us. When I roared upstairs and confronted John, he told me to go fuck myself, ran downstairs and jumped into the truck. Our sons, Sam and Ben, were making a surprise for me at the table; they stood behind me silently in the kitchen door while John gunned the truck out of the yard (5).…
Tale Tell Heart is by Edgar Allen poe, it has a middle aged man along with an old man. The narrator loved the old man, but it was that the old man had an eye that he hated, an Evil Eye! The narrator is the middle aged man, and he lives with the…
Wyatt and his friend were sent to town to gather supplies for the road when, as they passed the bar, two men burst out the door with guns drawn, each firing at the other. A total of five or so rounds were fired before both men collapsed near the two young men. One dead, the other about to be. This single moment frightened Wyatt up to his conscience, and he ran. Later that night, when his father heard of the story, Wyatt was explained the many variables and reasons that could have caused the assault. This image would stain Wyatt’s maturing brain for years to come, even until he too would be the gutsy one shooting at point blank, only he would not die from getting shot like these…
Hermes was out in his garden when he heard an unusually loud noise roar from the right wall. He ran to the wall when he saw the crack. A squirrel had torn off a spike leaving a giant seam in the wall. The sad part was that this was a distraction, the squirrels were digging a tunnel underneath Hermes’ farm and needed him to leave the area so he wouldn’t know. Right when he turned around he was eaten whole. The squirrels then stormed the mansion eating the two alpacas and ending the adventure. The mother never knew about the disaster as she was eaten two days later by the same rabid squirrel. She was walking to Hermes house when she saw the disaster, she saw the broken walls, the destroyed house, and worst of all her kids blood everywhere. She thought back to the point when her kids where still living with her, regretting ever kicking them out. In a deep train of thoughts a squirrel snuck up and swallowed her…
school was hunting with his son and he accidentally killed him. This is a terrible tragedy, but it brings us face to face with the reality that even in the most innocent of situations, if a gun is involved there is a possibility of death.…
The first hour and a half we listened to the birds and watched the squirrels eat away at the trail mix. The sight of this made me hungry so I got out my peanut butter sandwich and red Gatorade. Around 4:45, I was lightly sleeping when I heard a loud snap from a few hundred yards away. My mind began racing as I tried to figure out what could have made that noise. Every couple minutes I could hear another branch break and it was getting closer and closer. An hour later the noise had moved from a few hundred yards in front of us to less than 30 yards behind us. “Don’t move” my dad whispered. We could hear leaves crunching under the feet of whatever was behind us. The noise continued onto the path that leads right to the bait pile. I slowly turned my head to the left and saw a 325-pound bear with a furry, black coat. Instantly my breathing became heavy, my whole body was shaking and my heart was about to pound out of my chest. I grabbed by gun and raised it to my shoulder, almost dropping it from all my shaking. I rested my Remington pump shotgun on the chilly aluminum edge of the Rivers Edge tree stand. “Click” I took the safety off of my shotgun and looked down the iron sights. The bear was licking the frosting on top of the white cedar log. BANG! The bear spun and took off into the thick green underbrush and fell after 20 yards. I couldn’t believe it; I was so excited. My dad and I waited 30 minutes and then we got down from the tree stand and followed the trail to where the bear was laying. I reached down and touched the smooth, plush coat of the bear, thanking it for the meat it would provide for my…
“The Tell Tale Heart” is a very ominous short story presented to us by the narrator who describes how he murdered an old man and his reason behind it. The story begins with the narrator telling his audience he felt nervous and that his disease (presumably his madness) had given him keen senses. “The disease had sharpened my senses –not destroyed –not dulled them” (92). He then proceeds to enlighten readers by recounting the haunting idea that entered his mind—to murder the old man. He devises a very methodical plan to murder the old man—simply because of the old man’s blue eye which had a thin film over it. The “vulture eye” haunted the narrator, and thus he premeditated the ungodly murder which ultimately led to his own downfall.…
Grainer is an average man who as a child is sent to Idaho to live with his father’s mother and her husband and children. His three cousins all told him different things of where exactly Grainer came from. “All three of his cousins agreed Grainier has come on a train. How he lost his original parents? Nobody ever told him” (25). Robert worked with the Simpson Company getting timber out of the forest. One of his co-workers, Arn Peeples, an old man who was formerly a jim-crack sawyer always said, “The trees themselves were killers” (14).”Peeples real use was occasional” (16). He would set charges into tunnels, blasting his way through the mountains. One day Peeples set a charge and nothing happened. Arn new that a dud had to be dealt with, so he emptied his pockets, removing his valuables, and proceeded into the tunnel without looking back. As he walked out of the tunnel and turned the screws again, all the men cheered and it looked certain that Arn’s death one day would be a result of blasting through tunnels. But ironically, he was hit across the head by a dead branch. He seemed to be fine, until he came down with the chills and fever; the same symptoms as the influenza. “Arn Peeples had said a standing tree might be a friend, but it was from just such a tree that his death had descended” (19). Two days after Arn’s death and burial, Harold took dizzy and fell into the path of a running horse. Grainer managed to save Harold a mutilated death. Harold was “feverish and crazy” (20). That same night, Billy also took chill and had pain in his joints. Six more men had come over with chills by that Sunday. With…
Every night he enters in the bedroom of the old man in order to get rid of those eyes, however he always keeps himself paralyzed when he realizes that the old man’s eyes are closed. We notice the narrator couldn’t commit such a crime in this situation when he says “I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye” (The Tell- Tale Heart, p.45). One night, the old man sat down on the bed and began to call him, but he had no reaction. The sight of the old man’s eyes starts to terrify him.…
that Sunday morning I told my dad “I’m shooting something today.”As I got out to my stand at about six o’clock in the morning. I saw a fawn that morning but we don’t shoot fawns even if it was my first deer.Me and my dad were back in that old ground blind in Suamico that night at one o’clock. Then it was about seven o’clock getting dark we were about to leave until a doe came out of that woods. The doe looked nice like it ate a lot I put my 270 rifle on a board to rest it on. Then I put the crosshairs on his heart and BOOM! I sat right there happy as can be. Then we hear another bang Wyatt shot a deer to, I thought to myself.…
Fortunately it was a foggy morning, and within half an hour the two were out of sight of camp and herd. As Pink had outlined the plans, everything was understood. We were encamped on a nice stream, and instead of trailing along with the herd, lay over for that day. Night came and our hunters failed to return, and the next morning we trailed forward towards the Arkansas River. Just as we went into camp at noon, two horsemen loomed up in sight coming down the trail from above. Every rascal of us knew who they were, and when the two rode up, Pink grew very angry and demanded to know why we had failed to reach the river the day…
This is the first day without my dad. The phone rang and Grandma dropped the glass of water. It is the police. I thought it is about my dad’s murderer but no, it is about my mom. My mom was murdered too and they found her body into a river. The worst part is they had never found out who the murderer was and do not have a clue who the murderer…