Shut Down Your Screen Week Essay

another person said “Who would kill Mr. Roberts?” The Town Sheriff told all people at the crowd “May I have all your attention, please. The anthropologist will discover why Mr. Roberts’ I mean the victim was murdered. All we know is that this is a crime screen. All I want from you all citizens, is to give our detectives, FBI agents, and anthropologist some space. I and others, will answer all your questions that you may have at the press conference tonight at eight. Thank You.”. After the Town…

I coughed as the grime and dust filled my lungs. I can’t remember the last time I went into this decrepit attic. Whatever, none of that matters now, I just have to clear out the boxes before I go to Columbia University. As I started lifting the boxes dust flew everywhere, clogging my lungs. I found my arms shaking and my knees wobbling. I felt the boxes slip out of my hands and clatter to the floor. Quickly, I reached for my inhaler. My Asthma acting up again? Dr. Jacobs said I got over it I…

are no humans in sight. Something has gone wrong, very horribly wrong. Could it be because I travelled in time? Have we upset the space-time continuum that much, that it caused everybody to vanish? My heart starts pounding so much, that I have to sit down on the stairs of one of the abandoned houses. Was Dr. Richards right? He warned us, but none of us listened. XXXXXXX Two months earlier (a couple of days…

The ad begins with footages of women looking in a mirror unsatisfied with their own appearance. Accompanied with “Fact: 7/10 women have an I hate my body moment, every single week. That’s a lot of women, wanting to change something”. This indicates many women are unsatisfied or not happy with the way they look. Every women featured in the beginning are looking at something different on their body “boobs, skin, arms, legs, hips”…

chest. All the thoughts in my mind race around. Faster and faster they spin, out of control. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to stop these thoughts, these feelings. His screams echo in my head, You stupid, worthless, bitch, you’re just like your mom. Her words whisper through my mind, like the wind whistles through the trees, When Xavier turns 18 none of you will need me anymore, so I’ll just kill myself. I roll over in my bed and look at my little sisters sleeping figure just a few…

According to chiropractors one of the worse things to do to yourself is crack your own neck. I was unaware of this fact up until a few weeks ago; I never realized I could become paralyzed or possibly die just from simply cracking my own neck. I decided to stop once and for all but I never realized how hard it would be. I was so accustomed to cracking my neck that by the time I realized I was cracking one side of my neck, it was too late to stop and I had to “finish” the job. According to Charles…

“But why then,” Zeke said, “do you like Cayden?” “I don't know, it's just a feeling that I have for him. It's not like I can't control that,” Amy said. “Why do you want to know anyway?” “Because I really like you and he's gay so your wasting your time with him,” Zeke said. “Wait are you joshing me?” said Amy, is he really gay or are you just trying to trick me? And how would you know?. Zeke walked away in frustration without answering the questions leaving Amy in…

them." Rachel walks back to her suspect. "You're your grandson needs to take a ride to the station until we can analyze the evidence." "We will be released,…

“911 where’s your emergency?” There was no sound on the other line, complete silence. Kayla worked as an Emergency Dispatch Operator for three months, and so far the only calls she received were from drunk men who couldn’t figure out another option to get home and children calling for someone to rescue their kitten that were stuck in the trees. “Hello? Is anyone there? Kayla rolled her eyes as she began to realize that this was going to be another one of “those” calls. She began impatiently…

went into the kitchen and said “Wow, he looks really sad”. "Well, Hannah, he has stage four lung cancer, and he will not get better”. I looked at my mom with the straightest face ever and broke down sobbing. I cried for hours. After that, I went upstairs into my room and shut the door and did not come down. At around 6:00 pm, my mom came into my room with dinner.…