If you found a loved one unconscious and collapsed on the bathroom floor, wouldn’t you call 911? Mrs. Verbermockle said that she found her husband on the bathroom floor unconscious. She also said that he slipped on a bar of soap on his way out of the shower. Mrs. Verbermockle’s description of what happened may sound convincing, but the crime scene does not match her description. After the family doctor arrived, he declared Mr. Verbermocle dead due to blunt force trauma to the back of the head.…
One of 20 eyewitnesses checked if he was okay but then took a picture with his cellphone and left him alone and walked on. After an hour had passed some good samaritan saw him laying there and finally called the police the police…
After an hour of waiting the backup arrived and quickly traced the body with white chalk. The next step was to surround the scene with yellow tape so that the civilians can stay away from the scene. As the other deputies on duty tried to get statements from people I heard a young lady yell “that is Myrtle Wilson” I looked around to try and seek the identifier of the body, but failed. All that was known so far was that she was married, young, and dead. I kept asking myself “where could her husband be and why is someone this young dead on the roadway”.…
I was afraid to pick Doodle up. My hand wrapped around his body and my other hand wrapped around his head, holding him up. The blood started to drip out of his mouth and onto my shirt and stained it. He was so heavy, I didn't want to drop him because he was so fragile. I stopped every couple of minute to fix him because he would start to slide down and my arms were so weak and tired.…
Deisy Molina Salgado https://www.hbu.edu/the-honors-college/honors-college/application-part-b/ The Honors College at HBU Application: Part B How do you think the study of history could improve your friendships? We have all in one form or another, heard that history repeats itself. Philosopher George Santayana once wrote, “Those who cannot learn from history are condemned to repeat it.”…
Joy Morounfolu Wilkerson AP Language and Composition / Period 4 1 December 2015 An American Childhood Task 1 Paper In An American Childhood, by Annie Dillard, Dillard conveys the events that occurred throughout her life. Annie Dillard displays these events through what she is able to remember mentally and physically. Due to that, I chose to write various diary entries through Annie Dillard’s perspective. Because a diary is mainly used to record various events and experiences that occur in one’s life, I thought this would be the best option.…
On a cold morning in March, I was laying in bed and just woke up my husband Myles wasn’t in bed. So I got up and went to the kitchen and Myles was making tea on the stove. He must of heard me because he already had a cup poured for me. Myles turned around and said “Here honey would you like a cup of tea” I took it out of his hands and sat down at the table and took a sip and looked up at Myles “Do you hear about the new law they passed called the Stamp Act” “Yes! yes I did…
It all started one morning I was getting up and going in the kitchen to get coffee. I heard a silent groan and I got scared. I went and checked what it was and I saw a man who looked like he got burnt. So I slowly went back in my room and woke up my husband Junior. When I woke him up he was confused on why I was so scared.…
On a warm Sunday afternoon, my family and I went to my grandma’s (Nanny) house in Pelham to have a barbeque in her backyard. I had just turned 7 a few days before, so I was constantly playing on my new Gameboy advance sp; it was my favorite color, blue. I ran out of church to Nanny’s black BMW, sat in the front seat and began playing Dogs on my Gameboy. Soon after, she came, started the car, and began driving to her house. Mom and the rest of my family decided they would meet us there after they changed their clothes.…
Eight teens, two adults, and one box shaped van. This was the base for the Bethany Lutheran Church teen group as we headed four hours north to the 2015 Bethany Lutheran church summer mission trip. Me and a crazy group of teens canvas to help spread the news of a vacation bible school that kids in the community could attend later in the week. We were a hungry group of teens when we arrived so the members of Trinity Church fed us tons of food that satisfied us.…
Epilogue That son of a bitch killed me! He really did it. After all I done for the little brat. Even after all the evidence they had on the kid, they fooled themselves into think he is innocent. Every stupid juror was clueless, especially juror 8.…
The morning of Saturday November 1st, 2014, I woke up to three hundred text messages and twitter notifications all notifying me that my friend, Dominik Pettey, was killed in a car crash by a drunk driver the previous night. No pain had ever felt so significant, it was crippling, but then instead of pain, I was numbed by the inability to grasp that my friend someone who I just had seen the night before, was gone. I ran the words “Dom is dead” through my head on a loop but could not bring myself to accept it. That week, although I was still here, facing such a tragedy, everything on earth seemed so insignificant, going to class, homework, midterms, everything. I woke up every morning wishing it was just in a bad dream and that noise would never cease because that is when it hit me the most, silence, when I didn't hear Dom’s infectious laugh or when he wasn't telling me that, “I am Kiera Wainer and deserve the best God can give”, which he used to say anytime I was upset, the first time he said those words was the second worst day of my entire life, it was the day my dad left for his new family.…
It’s the middle of the day and you’re cleaning a stranger’s kitchen as they sit around eating the lunch you prepared for them. You are thinking about the family you lost when you were seven. The dad who tucked you into bed at night, the mom who sung you lullabies, and the brother who was your hero in more ways than one. It’s been twelve years since you last saw them, you suddenly feel tears fall down your face and a pain of longing in your chest.…
It’s been ten years of this marriage and I can’t take it anymore, I want to leave but I don’t know how to get out. I've asked for a divorce bu but tells me no each time, I feel like a prisoner to this man, he just keeps me around to take care of the house when he's gone, I'm scared for my life, he's never hit me but when he drinks he becomes very violent. I need to get out before he hurts me. I can hear him coming in the house the clicks of his boots, rumble through the house it gets louder as he comes down the hall I sat up on the couch waiting for him to come in. “Hi honey welcome home..”…
“Once you replace negative thoughts with positive ones, you’ll start having positive results. ”-Willie Nelson. My law of life is to stay positive and never lose faith. This caught my mind from and experience that happened a couple years ago. It taught me that miracles can happen and to always have hope.…