Footstep

sergeant and my uncle is a computer and phone forensics analyst. As a teenager, it is natural to want to follow in your father's footsteps. But as I grew older, I started to think more about my future and what I really want to accomplish. Deciding which path to take was one of the hardest decisions of my life, but I concluded that I will follow in my uncle's footsteps and pursue a career in computer forensics. I chose this path because not only will it open many doors for me in the future, it is…

the reaction to hearing footsteps at night differently. According to the James-Lange theory, The theory was based on experimental data that people with spinal cord damage showed less emotion than people with undamaged spinal cords. The spinal cord relays sensory information to the brain. This was the basis for the experiment. Therefore, emotion is contingent on the brain’s interpretation of sensory information. Therefore, if one were walking late at night and heard footsteps, the James-Lange…

I run,I run hard, my feet pounding the concrete with heavy footsteps as the rain drop pelt my jacket.My breathing is hard and still,in and out,my air goes, trying to keep a steady pace for me to run longer. My legs hurt as I run and I feel my knees ache as they come in contact with the hard pavement, but I wouldn't stop.I can't ever stop.The adrenaline surges through my body,rushes through every vein,and flows through my blood,making me feel exhilarated. My fists pound the air as I run,sweat…

Pounding footsteps erupt in a looming forest of darkness. I remain numb to the freezing wind and branches that scorch my skin and I become fearful again. Winter bites into my flesh like shattered glass in a kaleidoscope of horror while its white crystals plunge from the dark sky, shining brightly against the shadows of the tall evergreens. My footsteps drown all of them out, leaving only a vague blur—the remains of my world underneath the weight of indifference. The monster is behind me,…

run. Outside of the house, I hid in the bushes and hoped the darkness of night and leaves of the bushes would mask me from sight. I heard gunshots ring and cop cars arriving, their blaring sirens like the growl of a predator. Hearing her quick footsteps…

being question by the cops. Hoping my teacher turns out to be as sweet as the pudding my mom packed me for lunch. Patiently waiting listening to the sound of my heart beat looking at the door every time I hear footsteps. Seven thirty five but in reality it feels more like Eight .am more footsteps but this time it was coming in our direction,…

Every writer uses their own toolbox of skills to construct their writing in reflection of their lives. Antwone Fisher uses figurative language such as personification, metaphor, and onomatopoeia as tools in his book, Finding Fish, to create a solid picture in the reader’s mind of how he perceived his life. He creates a tone of wonderment to show the good times of his life in these examples. Fisher describes an image of his childhood as: “...the icy bare branches looked like they were holding…

Chasity, I really enjoyed your memoir. I was able to figure out exactly why the events in the piece have made you into who you are today, making the subject matter perfect for your memoir. I struggled a little bit with all of the back and forth between you telling us a story and you speaking to the reader directly in present tense. I think the piece would be more effective if you found a way to incorporate everything you are trying to let the reader know without having to tell them directly.…

The scream sounded like it was in the same room as me. That was enough! I ran as fast as I could up the stairs and into the main floor. After I got up the set of stairs, I heard footsteps, the footsteps were running up the steps after me. Because of this, I ran faster, and up another set of stairs. Before I knew it I was in the sunroom upstairs. I slammed the old, crusty door. It stirred up some wind which caused some dust bunnies to roll around, and books and old letters become visible. I…

financial prosperity, but it all ended up back in Welch. Rex was reluctant to bring his children to Welch with the fear that Erma could abuse them too. Constantly, Rex was intoxicated and aggressive because of it. Albeit he followed in his mother’s footsteps, fortunately, his children did…