It was chilly and rainy but I wasn’t out just yet. It was still light outside. It was the perfect night to commit a murder. Or possibly a few if you wished. I just need the two people on my list. The popular, rich boy that bullied me every halloween because I couldn’t afford a new costume and had to make one myself. The now grown man made my halloweens miserable. And now his son is the same way towards my son and I will not let that happen. Maybe shoot him straight in the face but that would bring too much attention. Stab him while he is waiting for his little boy to collect candy. Then when the boy is looking for his father in the crowd of people, I will lead the boy to my house. I can see it now. “Your father and I are just having a cup of coffee back at my house. Follow me” I will say. Then there in my basement I will kill the boy as well and drag him to the forest in the …show more content…
My boy is off getting dressed into the costume I had worn when I was a boy and that my father had worn when he was a boy. I had seen my target and his son walking down the street. Wearing the same costume except his was new, of course. It had been an hour since my son had gone out trick - or - treating and some sun was still showing. I went out and started looking for the man and his son but there was to many people. Once I had spotted him, I started to talk to him and have a normal conversation before I pulled the knife. I asked “If you were to die right now, what would be your last words?” He said with a small chuckle “Erm… Weird, but probably something like ‘Take care of my son.” Then I did it. I jammed the sharp knife straight into his chest while nobody was looking and luckily he fell backwards so nobody noticed. I pulled the knife back out and put it in my pocket so nobody saw. I saw the little boy and we went to my house where I had my son’s toys laying around in the playroom of the
“Ponyboy run for it!”,I yell to him David chasing after him,and pony doged there first atemt then he was caught both arms twisted behind his back and legs gripped by the arms of two socs while they hadnt caught me yet,I was still running.The socs broght pony boy to bob and he pointed tweords the fountain with no hesitation and with that pony boy was head first drowning in a fountain of freezing cold water.As I was runnning from the socs I saw ponyboy as blue as a blue berry trying to hold his breath in.”I can t see this,I need to do somthing” I cryed.It was then that I rememberd I had thatswisarmy knife in my back pocket but I felt Heroism Revenge and Rushed for time but I also felt Question,confused and disbelefe.Eiether way I had to even thought I would be a murderer.With that I Stabed Bob in the heart and he slowly fell to the ground and then colapst onto the cold pavment.
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I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
He has no idea of your own knife hidden in your right hand behind your back. All he wants is to kidnap your precious seven year old daughter, who you secretly hid in the cupboard under the sink. Are you just going to sweetly console him into leaving you and your house untouched? Maybe give him a batch of cookies on the way out? Probably not. Assuredly you will realize, “I have to kill this man if I want my daughter and I to survive another day.” In a situation of self defense, murder is the right option, and your only option.
I knew it would happen. As much as I tried to stay optimistic, to put off my feelings of suspicion to an old man's negativity, I knew that this case would cost me something more than just my reputation in the town and that didn't even really matter. In Maycomb, reputation is a day by day concept. Sure, we have more than enough of our fair share of immovable gossipers, and drama kings and queens looking for a story to spread. But in everyone's own mind, if you did something stupid, immoral, or just mildly humorous or entertaining, it was the talk of the town and you were judged terribly for a few days, a few weeks tops. Then the whispers, and glances faded to conversations over coffee, and deep inside jokes. My reputation didn't bother me one bit.
As Father Gabriel walked into the church that Sunday morning he dropped the bibles from his hands, getting ready for the sunday morning service in horror. As he looked to the altar, he saw one of the most horrifying sights he had witnessed, the was a body placed to represent one of the ten commandments, Thou shalt not steal, it showed a boy he had seen in the church giving a confession a few weeks before. Father Gabriel immediately called an old friend he knew could help with solving something as horrific like this, a man named Tom Pearce, he was known for helping catch people who committed crimes like these. He was one of the detectives who helped to catch the Detroit Scrapyard Killings, but after the case was solved Tom seemed to fall off the center of the Earth and went quiet for sometime until a few years ago when he decided to rejoin the crime scene and opened up his own private detective office and would only take a few cases that had caught his eye. Father Gabriel hoped that because they somewhat
“Well now I don't really care. Why would I? Now in your dying seconds think of what you have done to your family.” Rojo said and as he finished a loud thump and some gunshots echoed from inside. Rojo and his men all whipped around to see what it was. The man started scooting back and tried to get up and run. Rojo turned and saw him running and within two seconds his men had shot the man in both of his ankles. Rojo walked over to him as he screamed and moaned in pain.
The first blow of the machete landed on the boy. “My father, they have killed me!” he cried as he ran towards him. The father then drew his own machete and “cut him down.” In Achebe’s novel, Things Fall Apart, this was justice.
But he's still stays confused and standing. I fiercely smash the gun over the back of his dark head, and unconsciously he collapses. I go into his denim pockets but find absolutely nothing. He must have not been able to speak English. At the back of his jeans I find a knife, I hold it up at my eyes, then stare at the mans neck.
This year there was this boy that I thought might like me I didn't know for sure but then while I was in the lunch line this boy asked me if he could get my food for me of course I said yes to that. When I left the line I went to my table and told my friends what the boy had done for me. Trinity one of my best friends told me that in social studies he was writing a note to me that's when I knew he liked me. It was monday the day of the dance and of course I was super excited about going to the dance.
“ YOU SHOULD BE DEAD NOT YOUR SON YOU WOULD THINK YOU WOULD CHANGE. If you don't want to be with your son then i will be with him” i said
He was giving me a lecture on why he and his sister should stay at my house until they get found, which quite frankly he seemed to think would be never. I didn’t want to harm the kid, so I just said okay. I was going to make him pay rent but I decided not to. Then he came at me with a chicken bone. Like what? A chicken bone? Anyway, I caught him before he could hit me, but he was close. I had to punish him. Obviously he wanted to kill me and take my house. So I put him in a cage, it is as simple as that. He wasn’t harmed so I don’t see the problem with what I have done. If I hadn’t of locked him up, he would have harmed Gretel or even me. He is a savage kid; he should be questioned. I fed him and gave him water while he was in the cage so you can’t charge me for starving him at least. Now don’t ask too many questions I will get
Freezing time and unfreezing time give Ben a splitting headache. Ben decide to take a short nap before he over exhaust himself, but he need to test out his newfound ability later. For now, some rest is a good idea. He closes his eyes and calmly relax himself to sleep, but it didn't take long for his older sister to barge into his room. It's barely thirty minute of Ben's nap and he woke up startle.
Has this ever happened to you? You meet someone unexpectedly having absolutely no clue about how much they would mean to you in the future and you ask yourself questions like: “How did the path of two strangers cross, how did it change and affect my life so much, and how did an accidental clash of two worlds be the most beautiful thing that could possibly ever happen to me?” Well, it happened to me. Yes, I am young and have watched many fairy tales and unrealistic films about romance. Maybe I even believe in them from time to time, so this might be just your typical memoir of girl meets boy, but I am going to tell you about how meeting a boy named Irvin drastically changed my life in numerous ways.
I hope no one come to visit him. Not my mum at least. Exiting from the backyard I decide to drive back home and start getting ready for dinner. Two hours later I am ready for dinner. Glancing at my watch I realise its six fifteen already.