The airport is always flogged with people, it is ridiculous the amount of noise in this place, and its early too, well early to me.
Some strange movement next to the check in caught Mitch's attention.
"Hey... guys... I think there's something wrong there" he said uncertainly, attracting the curiosity from the group which now shrank to see anything unusual coming from the front of the queue.
"I don't think I see any... " Kevin began to say, but was soon interrupted by a shrill scream that startled us all as well as a lot of other people around us, opening a fearful circle of people around a particular individual, who now threw orders at the crowd.
"Shut up, everyone! I want absolutely no movement" the man said shakily, seeming insecure about his own words.
The guy was tall, a bit muscular but kinda messy and dirty, with baggy clothes hanging from his body. The appearance was very similar to a Filipino, but I wasn't so sure about it. He had a thick cap, covering his buzz uneven cut, and only an ugly careless beard was visible on his face. I couldn't see very well, but what I saw was enough to pull Kevin cautiously to my side, blocking Esther and Kirstie who were behind us. His large clothes could be hiding another weapon, besides the one he had in hand, and I don't think that me, or any other guy here would risk to stop him. The man was crazy.
"Girls please be quiet and squat." I whispered, as Scott and Darrien understood my action and joined us to hide the girls while Mitch retreated a few steps, and hugged them.
They were now shaking with the shock of the situation.
"Drop your bags and your phone now!" The man suddenly pointed his gun at a woman still dispersed in the queue, attracting my eyes back to her face. Carefu...
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...freaked everyone around making some people run and free shouts of men and women, who hid their heads in hands. As she turned the gun in hand, she seemed to disengage something.
A bullet fell to the ground, barely audible, and both, the woman and I looked in the same direction. She then met my eyes, and I feared then. There was menace in the way she watched me, and I swear I saw her white teeth clench her lips in an angry gesture. I cursed myself for, under an extreme circumstance like this, feel uncontrollably drawn to the lush sensuality of the girl. Turning her eyes to the bullet, she kicked the object in my direction replacing the empty gun for some clip at her hand. How did it get there? While I wondered, she looked back at me, almost ordering something. Without looking the piece of iron, I got the message, and the pushed it to Kevin's back, who nudged me.
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"Patroclus," Achilles started, his voice notably low and serious in comparison to the cheerful tone it had been just seconds before. "Do not move."
The noise behind her was almost complete silence. Although there were scenes of the people doing their jobs like the firefighter going into a fire, or the man welding the metal, the sound from their jobs was blocked out and only focused on the girl. This emphasized what the girl was saying. However, towards the end when the girl said, “and strike” the noise started to increase and then you heard the rev of the Maserati’s engine. This emphasized the strike of the Maserati’s release.
“What? I didn 't hear anything,” another said and raised his shoulders in a shrug. The tallest boy, who appeared to be about 17, smirked. This was their ringleader, Grendel realized, as he watched them all turn towards him to listen to his voice.
her cellphone to dial 911, but in her haste, the zipper broke. She quickly glanced behind her...
Handcuffs placed, her hope is diminishing and she’s escorted to the police car. The cops took her purse and got in to head to the station. She couldn’t bear to look at the man who had now changed her life forever. She wanted to scream, cry, but all the she could muster was a sigh.
“Ismael grabbed the gun and slowly rubbed it across his face. Then he pulled the trigger and there was a shot. Bang. One more person dead in the city. It’s getting to be a vice. First he grabbed the revolver that was in a desk drawer, rubbed it gently across his face, put it to his temple, and pulled the trigger. Without saying a word. Bang. Dead.” (Luisa Valenzuela).
The poem begins with declaring the subject, “My Life” which had stood like a “Loaded Gun.” The woman in the poem is the gun, and there she stood filled with anger, unable to express herself in this society. There is a sense of this suppression of anger illustrated by the “Loaded Gun.” A “Loaded Gun” is a powerful image
“Lennie!” he hissed as loudly as he could. “You damn sonofabitch you gotta calm! If we want ta’ get out of here with
While he was waiting for her to come, he opened his gray tweed jacket and pulled out his nine millimeter chrome plated gun from his – hung from the strap – inner pouch. He removed the bullets from the magazine, put the gun on the desk and stayed still for a while looking at it. It was glistening in the morning light. Soon after, he placed it along with the bullets in the first drawer, took off his well-pressed jacket, hung it on the back of his chair and sat down. He repeat-ed some ritual actions almost every single morning. He finally crossed his hands on the desk and waited for her to come.
I knew it! I thought terrified. The guy was a killer. From the first time I entered his classroom, I knew there was something terribly wrong with him. His vive was that of a sociopath with a hidden agenda. I tried to stay away from him as much as possible, but being friends with Jenna, the outcast girl of the school, that was impossible. He was out to get us both kicked out of the school for questionable reputations.
At first, pistols are solely a lighthearted topic of conversation, yet they gradually become present as situations grow more serious. Mrs. Elvsted first introduces the image when she initially speaks with Hedda about Lovborg’s past lover. She recalls a past event by explaining how this mysterious woman tried to shoot Lovborg with a pistol when he left her (25). While both women laugh about the situation, Hedda knows that the story is actually about herself. At this point in the play, pistols are only mentioned in a story from the past, yet their role in Hedda Gabler evolves into a tangible object weighed down by
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I pulled into the driveway and staggered into the loud, large and mysterious place. I was surprised at how many people were there. It could have been about twenty or so. I would not know because I am not highly educated. My education actually collapsed after being involved with you. I put all my attention and focus towards you. I can’t count the amount of times I missed class or skipped school. Whilst thinking of this, a young girl came strolling over. She had dark, long hair, brown eyes and a slim figure nearly identical to my own appearance. She wore a white garment matched with pure, silk shoes. Her glamour attracted people from all directions. She looked about twenty five years old.