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*a frosty drizzle on Orient and Kennedy, New Jersey* Bullets ring out into a distant fog. Every hood has stories. Fact for fantasy, the poet's license creates annals in time. Every stroke of the pen, another soul born. Universes surge through inter dimensional space, pulsating within microcosmic precision. I see the Earth. A human goes by. By focus of my mind, I glimpse his shadowy figure. Military tactical down to the kevlar vest, black cargo pants tucked loose into no tread combat boots, and google glass shades; decoding the entire street, he looks around to browse for witnesses. A shotgun barks in the distance. Snapping into his draw, the hooded assassin readies his sidearm. Laser sights thumb through fog with patience. Two surgical shots,
After reading both “The Affair of the Twisted Scarf” and “The Murder of Roger Ackroyd” I found several similarities and several differences between the two mysteries. One similarity is that both stories open with a female character really connecting with the detectives to share their concern about a murder that has happened. Both females are reluctant to come right out and tell their stories but utilize an angle to lure in the detective to come and listen to them. In “The Affair of the Twisted Scarf” Archie Goodwin is sought out by one of the main characters Cynthia Brown who tells her troubles thru Goodwin who she hopes will translate her story to Nero Wolfe. Basically Nero Wolfe passively sits back and allows Goodwin to gather all of
At the outset, during one cloudless afternoon in South Central, Los Angeles, a five-year-old juvenile by the forename of Anthony, cycles his training wheel down the pavement of the road while he unwearyingly waits for his mother Ronnie and her boyfriend Caine to finish transporting their properties to the van for their perpetual relocation to the metropolitan city of Atlanta, Georgia. As the adolescent voyages further on down the pathway, a green Pontiac LeMans Sedan comprised of four men with black masks obscuring their discrete identities, deliberately cruise alongside the curb contiguous to the last house on the street. As the four men approach the residence of Anthony and his mother Ronnie, one of the vehicle’s passengers bellows out the phrase, “Yo, what’s up now partner,” and immediately begins to discharge massive gunfire from his Beretta 92F (MIIS). An immense array of blasts erupts at the residence.
Kumin creates a conventionally formatted poem that recounts the narrator's fall from pacifist to murderer. The uniform format creates an acceptable structure
BANG, BOOM, BLAM,TAT-A-TAT, TAT. My ears are assaulted with noise, my eyes witness squirting blood a soldier is shot. I observe soldiers blown away by bombs. I see blood that saturates an infantry man. I view maimed men and observe limbs with fragmented bone. I witness militia dead on the ground. I listen to screams, grunts and gurgling blood in a man's windpipe. WHOOSH, flame throwers make a path with flames blazing burning men instantaneously. My eyes reveal the emotion that rips through my heart, tears drip down my cheek. I turn my head. I cannot watch a soldier cradle his buddy as he dies.
The Murderers Are Among Us, directed by Wolfe Gang Staudte, is the first postwar film. The film takes place in Berlin right after the war. Susan Wallner, a young women who has returned from a concentration camp, goes to her old apartment to find Hans Mertens living there. Hans took up there after returning home from war and finding out his house was destroyed. Hans would not leave, even after Susan returned home. Later on in the film we find out Hans was a former surgeon but can no longer deal with human suffering because of his traumatic experience in war. We find out about this traumatic experience when Ferdinand Bruckner comes into the film. Bruckner, Hans’ former captain, was responsible for killing hundreds
War can destroy a man both in body and mind for the rest of his life. In “The Sniper,” Liam O’Flaherty suggests the horror of war not only by presenting its physical dangers, but also by showing its psychological effects. We are left to wonder which has the longer lasting effect—the visible physical scars or the ones on the inside?
War is a very controversial dilemma, which could be solved in an orderly fashion rather then a callous disaster where young men and women die. This cataclysmic story takes place in a short story written by Liam O'Flaherty, the story takes place in Dublin, Ireland during the 1920's where a Republican sniper is involved with a terrible accident. He suffers dramatic injury to the soul and heart when someone that he loves dearly is shot. The story's theme is intensified through situational irony, which shows the pointlessness of armed conflict.
The criminal underworld has been an essential aspect of crime fiction since the concept emerged in the mid-eighteenth century. While many authors have constructed their own idealistic conceptualizations of the criminal underworld, they have implemented distinct boundaries between the “good” and “evil” features of society. These opposing “worlds” often intertwine when the protagonist, a crusader for good, is thrust into the hellscape of society’s underworld. The novels A Rage in Harlem by Chester Himes, and The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson feature protagonists from differing backgrounds who embark on treacherous journeys through the criminal underworld.
I chose to review this book primarily because none of my friends had heard of it, despite its New York Times-bestseller status and cover, which is decorated with blurbs from literary illuminati as they gasp for superlatives in attempts to describe the story’s pace, which is breathless, to be sure. This is Winter’s debut novel (having previously collaborated with Clive Barker), and we are in the presence of an exciting new talent. The novel is told from the first-person perspective of Burdon Lane, an arms dealer of the less-than-legal variety, who finds himself in a classic noir predicament where the only person he can trust is himself, and only then ...
The major theme of Andre Dubus’ Killing,s is how far someone would go for the person they love. It is important to note the title of the story is killings and not killers, for the reasoning that the story does not just focus on two deaths or two murderers but rather the death of marriage, friendship, youth, and overall, trust.
In the sniper, the theme emerges when guns are firing and people are at war. For example, on page one, a Republican sniper hears guns firing in the distance. On page one, the text states “ Here and there through the city,
In the short story “The Sniper,” Liam O'Flaherty writes a short story about a Republic Sniper and he watches his victim, and kills them. In addition, there is a enemy that the sniper fights and kills, but later finds out that the enemy that he killed was his brother. One method the author uses to heighten the ironic ending is imagery. To demonstrate, to describe the Snipers emotions when he pulled the trigger, “ His hands trembled with eaegrness. Pressing his lips together he took a deep breath through his nostrils and fired” (2). This quote heightens the story's ironic ending by showing the snipers emotion. Moreover, this shows the snipers eagerness in killing the enemy. For instance, after successfully killing his enemy, the author wrote,”
Bang! Crack! Screech! Pop! These are the sounds that interrupted me from playing with my cousin. My mind raced to see what exactly had happened. I run out of the house and to the courtyard. My cousins want me to come back in, they said zombies were walking the streets and that the government sent troops to kill them. I denied it, so I ran out to the street to see what happened. My heart pounded and my stomach grew anxious as the aroma of bacon and engine oil filled the air. As I grew closer to the scene, men shed blood from their eyes alike the woman. As I walked closer and cut through the crowd, a cold and simple wind had ripped the thoughts out of my head. It was a grieving mother over her son's body. His body fresh and mutilated from the crash. Shattered ribs and guts exposed. His head had exploded and his
Each gun shot rings out in succession like a marching band of death.Under the the defining sounds of constance gunfire you can hear great shouts of rage and agony as men from both side as they die.The native warcry are but all masked for but the loudest of them in this hail of bullets.sound bullets whizzing past with that classic twang go by. Only until the bone crushing and flesh ripping sounds of a death train whizzing by at breakneck speed.The quietness of the prairie was smothered by the intensity of the fighting in the foreground ahead of me.i can't look away at this battle for the west that is going on in front of me.the sound of battle were not esaly made out in this jaring mess on top of this hill.but you know the body count will be
As the sky begins to brighten to a gray, and the stars that were so brilliant just seconds ago begin to grow dim, my imagination starts to picture things moving that are really nothing but shadows in the trees. It is as if the shadows are racing around trying to find their owners before the sun peeks its gleaming face up over the horizon. A deer jumps from its bed, scaring the horses and pumping a quart of adrenaline through my system, as my pistol jumps to my hand. Once I realize it is just a deer, I put my pistol back in its holster.