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Sometimes it is all I can think about. It is all I want, all I need. The feeling of euphoria it gives me is incredible. If you are wondering what I am talking about I will explain, but be warned this may not be to your liking.
Murder. It's all I think about. When I’m walking down the street, while I’m in a café. I yearn for it. I committed my first murder at the age of 16. It was not intentional, however it gave me a feeling I will never forget.
I was arguing with a male friend of mine, and his family wasn’t home. But, when the argument got too heated I burst. I have always had a temper, but have never taken it out on someone like this. I wrapped my little hands around his wide neck and squeezed. He was shorter and much weaker than me
even though it looked quite the opposite. I held on until I could feel his pulse on my fingers stop. He never fought it; he just sat there with shock on his face. After I let go my first reaction was fear, but after a moment's hesitation pride replaced that. I was proud that a small girl like myself could kill a man. I felt a power, and happiness that could not be described by words. I never wanted to feel like I did before. Then realization hit; I needed to hide the body. My first thought was to leave him and pretend I was never here, but his neighbors saw me walk in. Next, I thought of burying him, but the wild animals would dig him up. I finally decided on wrapping him in a garbage bag, cutting him open to release internal gases, I would then dump him in the bog at the national park that no-one goes. This was the beginning to a long spiral downwards. I removed myself from groups and I almost completely stopped talking at school and home. They never did find the body of my friend and just told everyone that he ran away, but I knew the truth. A few years later I was walking through a little town north of Chicago called Rich Hill. It was nothing special; a bunch of antique shops and antique looking people. When I spotted the cutest little shop. I had never seen this shop before, but that is understandable since it is behind some larger buildings. I wondered what little treasures it contained and that prompted me to go in. The second I walked in the door a short old woman with a sour attitude approached me. She was yelling at me for coming into the shop even though the sign said that it was closed. I looked at the front window that she kept pointing at when referring to the sign. There was no sign placed in the window nor anywhere near it. In fact I spotted it sitting on the floor in one of the corners. The woman kept screaming; calling me names that would surely send her to hell. I lost it; I shoved her into a shelf of glass angels. Ironic based on her nasty behavior moments before. She didn’t even have a chance to register what had happened before I pounced on her with a plastic candlestick. After I was finished I gently placed the closed sign in the window grabbed her keys and locked the door behind me. I drove home with the candlestick in a plastic bag from the shop. Once home I gathered firewood and burned it in a fire. This was my second murder in 2 years, but who knew there were more in my near future.
Trap shooting is a major part of my life. Ever since I started shooting last summer, I have spent much of my time practicing. It can be both incredibly fun and incredibly frustrating. While it has only been two years, I have improved a ton. Mostly thanks to my two coaches, who devote much of their time and resources to helping my teammates and I. As far as coaches go, I couldn’t ask for better. Over the years they have created many great shooters, including two of the best shooters in the United States, whom we regularly see out at the range. This is even more impressive knowing that it is not a very easy sport to coach.
The sentencing of underage criminals has remained a logistical and moral issue in the world for a very long time. The issue is brought to our perspective in the documentary Making a Murderer and the audio podcast Serial. When trying to overcome this issue, we ask ourselves, “When should juveniles receive life sentences?” or “Should young inmates be housed with adults?” or “Was the Supreme Court right to make it illegal to sentence a minor to death?”. There are multiple answers to these questions, and it’s necessary to either take a moral or logical approach to the problem.
Have you ever wondered what could cause a person to kill another person? How they could do it time and time again and not feel one ounce of regret? Serial killer Joel Rifkin asked himself this same question after he was convicted of killing 17 women. He wondered why he could commit such a violent act, and he decided to have scientist explore his brain to give him the answers that he wanted. Dr. Daniel Amen examined Joel’s brain scans, “When I looked at Joel Rifkin’s scan, I thought to myself, this is a brain that is vulnerable to violence. He had low activity in his prefrontal cortex that most human thoughtful part of the brain” ("Joel Rifkin - Psychopathic Brain"). Joel is not alone on this, 13 out of every 20 serial killers that have been
Since I was little my favorite thing to watch on TV would be murder shows that where based on true stories. I would stay up all night watching these shows. Most of my friends found it weird but I felt like this is something that keeps me from being naïve to this world we live in. I was thirteen around the time. So by now I had watch almost a thousand murder shows and I thought I had heard it all. Well I was wrong. This is a story I would never forget. I remember it because it was hard for me to believe that something so horrendous could not only be committed by someone young but to innocent people.
I could die. I mean I really could, and who would find our bodies? And if they did find my dead rotting carcass I wonder what the autopsy would say? Mauled by an overly aggressive bear? Attacked by a massive furry canadian moose? Ok, maybe I was being a bit forward but after hearing news about another boy scout who had died at Philmont Scout Ranch due to a flash flood. These ideas and many more (even more gruesome) populated my subconscious and conscious state of mind.
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I felt extremely terrified and I was unsure of what to do. As soon as the intruder reached the bottom of the stairs, I charged at him, knocking him to the ground. In the spur of the moment, I grabbed a piece of razor-sharp glass and plunged it right into his neck. Blood started oozing out as his life slowly diminished.
Going into college I thought everything was going to be a breeze. Actually, I thought it would be just like high school. I quickly found out that, that wasn’t the case. It was so many different people. The setting wasn’t something I was used to at all. You know how in high school majority of the people were goofy not really focused on what they should be focused on? Here it was the total opposite. Everyone was ready to learn and do something with their lives. In high school we never started learning on the first day or even in the first week. I wish it was the same! Then coming home after a long day to nobody at all telling you to clean this, do that, help your sister with this, but actually coming to your room of peace and quiet. All together
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I always hear those old sayings. In the course of one day I can hear them about everything from retraining old dogs to getting up early. I think they make sense and I even ponder on some of them, but I never really thought one might mean as much to me, or become as realistic as it has become in my life. The clichés about telling those you love, how you feel, before it is too late and the ones about living every day like it is your last have an all new meaning to me.
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.
that person's happiness and well- being. In ecstasy we do not count the cost to