Burglary Case Summary

Burglary Case Summary
Two people have been charged with burglary in separate cases. Bradley Metcalf, alias Bradley
Crane, 22, of Scottsbluff, has been charged with burglary, a Class IIA felony. According to an arrest
affidavit, Scotts Bluff County Sheriff's deputies were called to a rural home on Canyon Drive on
Oct. 20. The owner of the home reported that two Hispanic men had been inside the home and left
the area. The resident told deputies he had come home, walking through the front door, which was
locked. When he went into the kitchen area, he said he heard a noise coming from the bedroom
areas. He turned around to see one man come out of a bedroom area and out the front door. A second
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However, it did appear that the items had been readied to be stolen, with a duffle bag having been
stashed with ammo, and an automatic rifle and ballistic vest located on a floor. Later, the home
owner said a magazine for a firearm had been stolen. Cash was also reported stolen. Metcalf is next
scheduled to appear in court on Dec. 5. In another case, Amber Camacho, 30, of Scottsbluff, has
been charged with burglary, a Class IIA felony. She is accused of burglarizing a storage unit in the
1000 block of West 26th Street. According to an arrest affidavit, police arrested Camacho on Nov.
25. Police made contact with Camacho after arrest a man, Michael Graves, who had fled as an
officer was doing a routine night check of storage units. The man fell after running several feet and
police made contact with him. Graves, who police knew had dated Camacho, denied burglarizing
the unit, but said he had been assisting Camacho with removing items from the unit and placing
them in a van. A van parked in front of the storage units had been previously tied to Camacho and
was towed from the scene as evidence. The van was loaded with several
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Summary: Identifying The Victim
I was walking my dog Max when he stopped and started sniffing and digging around. I thought
nothing about it and kept going. But Max wouldn't come, he started digging and pulled out a bone. I
thought it was just a dog bone but when I looked at it I realised it was a human bone that was
buried.
Dr. Billy Bass says in an article called "Dead men talking" that the first step is to examine the crime
and see what the scene tells you. I looked around and decided to call the police to help. They came
out and started digging up more bones. As a forensic anthropologist I started looking at the bones.
Dr. Billy Bass states that bones can look arthritic and these bones looked very young and had no
signs of arthritis. I concluded the person was probably ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
I decided I would find that next. I first looked at the pelvis and it was wide and shallow which is
usually how a female's pelvis would look but just to be sure I looked at the collarbone and that was
short leading to female again so I concluded it was indeed a female skeleton.
I then noticed there was a fracture in one leg. That narrowed the choices at the missing database to
43 people. But then I spotted the girl had a screw in her left elbow with a barcode of 23935 and I
have worked in South Dakota long enough to know that 23 were all patients from Sanford hospital.
So I went there and talked to Dr. Anderson.
"Well it looks like we have 4 females in their 20–30s who got a screw in their elbow," Dr. Anderson
said. The only problem is that there is only 2 people in the missing database center. So I figured out
the person was not reported missing and I started facial reconstruction.
In the article "Giving Faces to the Lost" They explain the Russian method where you build muscles
under the skin and the American method where you just put the skin on the skull. I decided to use
the American method would be best for this situation. I rebuilt the skin. Then using computer
scanning I made many different hairstyles and features so someone can recognize this

A Tense Atmosphere in the Opening Scenes of The Matrix Essay
A Tense Atmosphere in the Opening Scenes of The Matrix
There is a sense of mystery created in the opening scenes of 'The Matrix'. One of these things is the
alternating green digits at the very start. The viewer is not aware what is happening, and then one by
one the columns of numbers stop alternating and fix on one number, creating a tense atmosphere as
the viewer is unsure what numbers will be shown, or what will happen once they have stopped. This
is enigmatic as the viewer does not know what this number signifies or what the green digits are
there for. The dialogue between two people on the phone is also used to create a gripping
atmosphere as they begin to talk about killing somebody, but the ... Show more content on
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Sound is used in the beginning of 'The Matrix', during the alternating digits scene, as a way of
gripping the viewer. As the digits are quickly changing a keyboard can be heard typing, as thought
somebody is typing the digits. This grips the viewers as it makes them wonder why somebody
would be typing these digits, and what their purpose in the film is. The scene after this, the police
scene, has no sound, apart from one loud bang as the door is kicked down. This has created a
gripping atmosphere as the silence shows that the police do not want anyone else to know that they
are there, and the kicking of the door makes the viewer jump, as they are not expecting such a loud
noise after so much silence.
The pace of the opening scene of 'The Matrix' scene also creates a tense gripping atmosphere. It is a
very fast paced sequence, quickly moving from a phone conversation with two people to the police
breaking down a door and pointing a gun at the head of a woman on a computer. As the police aim
at the woman, there is a stillness which creates a tense atmosphere, as the viewer is unsure who will
make the first move, and they are waiting for something to happen.
In the open sequence of 'The Matrix' uses different camera shots to create tension and a griping
atmosphere. It begins with a close–up of one of the police officer's face. The camera then rotates
with

The Shadows : A Short Story
Late at night in an apartment Kayla was in her room reading a book called the Shadows. She was all
alone. Her parents went out to get dinner but then it started to storm hard and the parents were still
out getting dinner. So she was there alone she sometimes liked to stay alone but sometimes she
thought it was a little scary. The fun part is she gets to do whatever she wanted but the scary part is
that she doesn't have her parents to help her so she would have to help herself if there is any danger.
But there has not been any danger that she has been in. She was staying there alone but if she was in
danger she knows what to do because her parents told her what to do over and over so she can keep
it in her head and the rules were that you have to either fight or escape to the closest house and call
the police she never had to do that before but she has been practicing with her parents for a while so
she knew what to do and so she has it in her head at all times. While she was reading the lights went
off, then back on again she gasped. Kayla looks up and she hears something from outside of her
room but she doesn't go out to check she just sits up on her bed and pulled her blanket up when she
was done she just kept reading. A little bit later she heard the laundry room door shut, then she got
up to open her bedroom door and nothing was there. So she went back to her room and turned on
her television and started watching some episodes of The Walking Dead. While she was watching it
she heard a squeak by the front door she turns the television down and gets up to get her flashlight
and goes to check if there is anything out there. "Is anybody there?" she yelled nobody answers so
she ran to her room and she turned her television back up a little bit but just a little in case she heard
something again. She went out to the kitchen to get a snack but then she noticed that there was only
an apple so she just took the apple and went back to her room shut the door and sat on her bed and
ate it. When she was done with the apple she went back to the kitchen to get some water. When she
was about to walk back to her room she heard something by the kitchen so she went to go see but
she saw

Dec1 Unit 9 Final Project
Narrative– On 18Dec17 at 1228 hrs. I, Deputy Halbasch, was asked by the Hubbard Co. Attorney's
Office to conduct a photo lineup & have James & Danielle attempt to identify Archie from the
photos as Inv. Schlag interviewed Archie & he claims he has no knowledge of the car or James &
Danielle. On 20Dec17 I requested dispatch arranged photos for the line up from the MN BCA
MRAP (Minnesota Repository of Arrest Photos) system. The photo lineup showed Archie's photo as
number 3 of 6 in the lineup & had the lineup ID number shown as MN0290000_67658. The photos
were printed in color. I then made contact with Danielle in the Hubbard Co. Jail & obtained a
recorded statement from her. Danielle informed me she has known Archie for a long time & ...
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During the statement, I presented Danielle with the 6 photos of the male party's & she identified
Archie as photo number 3 in the lineup. Danielle stated she knew without a doubt that Archie was
pictured in photo #3. I then made contact with James in the Hubbard Co. Jail & obtained a recorded
statement from him. James stated Archie told him he had the car for sale & he was willing to sell it
pretty cheap. James stated he bought the car for $700.00 & a 'little something' else (referring to
drugs). Archie then drove James to Greg's home & attempted to get Greg to sign the Title over. It
was about 4 days later, James stated he was pulled over, arrested, and learned the car was listed as
stolen. During the statement, I presented James with the 6 photos of the male party's & she
identified Archie as photo number 3 in the lineup. James stated he knew without a doubt that Archie
was pictured in photo #3. I then cleared from the Jail. A copy of this report will be forwarded to the
Hubbard Co. Attorney's Office for review & charges are pending against

Roxanne: What Makes Our Community Better?
It is a sunny afternoon in 1996 , April 21, San Diego, California. Julie Barnes has just graduated
from The San Diego Police Academy. Ever since Julie was seven years old, she wanted to become a
police officer. When she was just seven years old, she had lost her favorite stuffed animal. The
police brought it back to her and when she saw the police, she wanted to be one. Julie said " WOW!!
Who are you?", the police chuckled, then said, "I am someone who makes our community safer."
The morning of May 30, at 9:27 AM, the family was leaving for a vacation to Hawaii, Julie's
grandparents lived there. She was extremely excited, Julie and Roxanne couldn't wait to go
snorkeling, scuba diving, sand castle making, and much more. That morning, everything ... Show
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At the dinner table, Roxanne told the family about what it was like being kidnapped. She told them
that it sure gave her a boost to her life. As Roxanne grew older, she was still with the shop owner,
she started to realize that he was using her to commit more `crime. She said that these criminal acts
consisted of: robbery, theft, cyber theft, cyber hate, and many more things. Roxanne said "I wanted
to run away and find my real family, but I had no idea where you guys were". Every night Roxanne
would go to bed thinking should I run or should I stay. She always chose to stay, because she didn't
know where her family was and she didn't want to get lost. One night, when the shop owner had
gone to sleep, Roxanne went up to his room to double check and decided to try and escape. She had
finally built up the strength to run away, she stepped outside, heard an intimidating noise stepped
back inside and decided she didn't want to run away any more. The next morning, the shop owner
asked her why she was trying to run away, she was terrified. She thought to herself, " How does he
know?" She blurted out to him " How do you know?" he answered, I am always

Personal Narrative Essay : The Day That Day In My Life
That Day
As I walk out the door all alone... Thud Thud I hear loud footsteps like someone was walking
towards me. I turned around and all I saw were the leaves falling off the trees and pure silence. I tell
myself I'm hallucinating. I look to my front and start walking. A mysterious man was walking
towards me. He was dressed in all black from head to toe. With his black sunglasses on, I couldn't
tell if he was looking at me. I started to shiver but he passed me. I suddenly turned around to see if
he was looking back at me. But he wasn't there anymore. I started wondering if all the things I saw
were just hallucinations. At that moment I heard a loud scream. I thought it sounded like a girl. I
immediately took my phone out and began dialing 911. I turn around not knowing what to do and I
see the man holding a baseball bat. Then everything went blank.
Unaware, the lady who lives in the house in front of me, came out the door and called 911. As I
open my eyes I see myself in a hospital, no clue of what happened. The police came in through the
door and asked me to tell them about everything that happened that day. I started shaking, shouting
NO NO NO! "Excuse me, you are causing trauma. You may talk to my patient after she is
discharged." The doctor said in a stern voice. After a few weeks I was discharged. No one was there
to take care of me. My mom was at Hawaii for a month

Case Analysis : Michael Brown
"On August 9, 2014 at 11:51 a.m., a 9–1–1 call from a convenience store alerted police about a
robbery, in progress. CCTV had pictures of Michael Brown as the suspect of the robbery. At 11:52
a.m., a suspect was spotted near petrol station. At 12:00 p.m. officer Darren Wilson responds to call
and leaves a nearby home where he had been responding to an emergency call about a sick child. At
12:01 p.m. officer Wilson encounters Michael Brown, but not in regards to the robbery, but to
walking down the middle of the street stopping traffic. At 12:01–12:04 p.m. Michael Brown shot
dead, details unknown" (BBC News). People like to bring up the fact that Michael Brown was an
unarmed black person and that the officer, that shot him, was a white police officer. Now days you
have to bring skin color into the situation because "it matters" what skin color you are, when in
reality it does not matter. I believe that everyone was created equal. It should not matter if the
person who got shot was white, black, purple or green and if the shooter was white, black, Hispanic,
or sparkly. EVERYONE IS EQUAL. We are all apart of one race and that is the human race. The
New York Times states the fatal incident like this, "There is an altercation between Officer Wilson
and Mr. Brown, who is standing at the window of the vehicle. Officer Wilson fires two shots from
inside the vehicle, one likely grazing Mr. Brown's thumb, and the other missing him. Mr. Brown
runs east. Officer Wilson

Criminal Decision Making Case Summary
"Texas mother of three is arrested for 'helping cover up double murder by cleaning up bloody gun
safe after teacher husband fatally shot two neighbors after Halloween party'" 1. what problem, issue,
or topic about deviance is being formulated? The problem being formulated is that a man committed
murder and his wife allegedly helped him cover it up by hiding the weapon and cleaning the blood
off of the gun safe as per her husband's request. 2. what claims are being made about the
phenomenon? The claim being made about this phenomenon is that the woman should be arrested as
she is considered an accomplice to the crime. Also that the woman went against societal norms in
order to protect her husband. 3. where is the problem? The crime happened ... Show more content
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I believe the woman committed a deviant act, because she did not abide by the law due to her
personal involvement with the suspect. I believe society has these laws in order to make sure
victims receive justice for their crimes as soon as possible. If anyone were to tamper with the crime
scene that could drastically impact whether a murder case is solved or not. I believe since the
woman later admitted to what she did wrong she is beginning to make the right decisions and trying
to make up for her mistake. I believe that the woman chose to act counternormatively because of her
internal desire for her husband to be

The Police: Guiding the Youth of a Generation Essay
The Police were a huge success in their abilities to influence and survive in a society of climatic
endeavors. Throughout the Soviet onslaught in the 1980's and the Arab oil wars in the 70's, the
music industry has thrived from the variety of conflicts around the globe. Soon after the Space age,
The Police put out a popular song titled, "Message in a Bottle", this song defined the bands culture
with its unique definition pertaining to the climate of the world at that time. More importantly,
influential music from that band produced a great change in society from their music – with only
five–thousand words, twenty–five songs, three people, and one band – who changed it all.
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The commercials director had only one condition, that they dye their hair blond for the shoot. The
band was blessed to get this opportunity as later known because the blond hair became a trade mark
of the band. The band's first album was a hardship for them; they had a small studio and low budget,
provided by Copeland's older brother, Miles. Later that year in 1978, Miles heard the song Roxanne
and graced them with a record deal from A&M Records, this song was later banned along with
another song, "Can't Stand Losing You", from their first album, Outlandos d'Amour, because they
portrayed vulgar topics. Regatta de Blanc, their second album was a major success across Europe,
topping the charts for almost four weeks and producing two best sellers, "Message in a Bottle' and
"Walking on the Moon" This album debuted in 1979, The Polices first world tour followed. Later in
1980 The Police released their third album, Zenyatta Mondatta. This album contained the songs
"Don't Stand so Close to Me" and "De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da". The only other albums they
produced were "Ghost in the Machine" (1981) and "Synchronicity" (1983). The Police were unable
to play together after that due to Copeland breaking his collarbone he was unable to play the drums.
From this unfortunate event comes a new light, as each of the three members went on to host
successful solo careers. Many years later in 2007 The Police promised to hold a reunion tour. Some
people were quite skeptical though

Short Story Of Chief Wiggum
A woman entered horrified she said,"Crime, Crime had committed in the Pub." Moments later, she
had fainted and she died
Jack McClane had called the Metropolitan Police. The police had arrived and they became to solve
crime. A dark car had pulled over and came out was the chief police.
Chief Wiggum said,"What is going here?"
Chief Wiggum was a heavy man weighed about 250 pounds. He has a quick fused and he is
divorced 3 times. He had grandkids and he has two daughters and 3 brothers. On his right cheek, he
has a scar that goes from his eyes to the middle of the cheeks.
The inside of the Pub was big, on the walls were pictures of Beatles, Queen Diana, Prince Charles,
Winston Churchill and Sherlock Holmes. The body was identified Susan Rose, she was 22 years
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Then is started to rain and the fog went away. The rain did not stop it rained hard in every hour.
Wiggum said, "I need to talk to the finance?''
Wiggum said hello through the phone, "I have terrible news, your wife has murdered by poison
dart?"
There was a silence and he began to cry. He tried to speak, but he could not speak because he was
hard broken.
Wiggum said, "We need to solve this crime quickly?"
He paced back and forth, looking at his notes, then he wanted to say something, but he had no words
to say it.
Jack Mclane asked a question, "Do you want to look at my security cameras." said to the Chief
Wiggum and Homer.
Detective Homer took the tape and he played it. In the tape the police looked and they saw a dark
figure, wearing a mask, both he was wearing white gloves, he had black cape, he is wearing black
shoes,and the brand of the shoes were Gucci.
Homer said, "so we are looking for him." As he eating donuts and he said,"MMMMMMMM

The Knots: A Narrative Fiction
Prologue
Knots tied deep inside Trevor's empty stomach as firm knuckles met the front door. The knock was
all too familiar. Michelle stared at him with bulging eyes–the same look she'd worn whenever
someone came to the door during the past eight weeks. Life had been nothing short of hell.
Being closest to the window, he glanced over his shoulder through the white blinds and saw two
formally dressed men on the porch. A strong sense of dread threatened to overwhelm every part of
his body. His eyes climbed up towards their expressionless faces. Standing there were the
detectives–but they didn't wear the same optimism they had for the last two months. Optimism that
Michelle and himself had latched onto. Something was wrong.
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It's been two months. Two fucking months since my little baby girl went missing! Do you
understand what it feels like to have your six–year–old princess vanish and be presumed dead? All
the while some sick fuck in your jail toys with us?!" Trevor could no longer hold back the avalanche
of tears.
He huddled up to Michelle, and they both leaned into each other and broke down. Salty tears and
hot breaths soon became soothing, offering them a strange sense of solace.
"Why is this happening to us? Why? What have we done so wrong to deserve all this? We weren't
bad parents, were we?" All he could see in their cradled darkness was Michelle's puffy face and
eyes.
Detective Gerald stepped towards them and knelt down. "I promise you two, I will do all I can to
keep that sick son of a bitch inside the jail cell. When he does get released, it won't be for long." He
put his hand on both their shoulders before retrieving a business card from his shirt pocket. "You
know where I am if you need me. I'm sorry for the bad news. I truly am," he said in a flat tone.
Trevor heard the detectives leave the house, shutting the door quietly behind them. The small family
home, once so happy, returned to its increasingly familiar gloom. He tightened his grip around
Michelle and kissed her flustered forehead.
"What are we going to do?" She dug for tissues that weren't

Cypress Falls Ct: A Short Story
On 01/21/2018 at about 0750 hours, Officer Ramirez (P#2514) and I were dispatched to 1106
Cypress Falls in reference to a suspicious situation. Dispatched advised a PR saw the front door of
1106 Cypress Falls Ct has been left wide open since at about 2300 hours on 01/20/2018.
Upon our arrival, Officer Ramirez and I witnessed the front door to the residence had been forcibly
opened and was left wide open. The door frame was broken off and the deadbolt lock was still
engaged. Officer Ramirez and I cleared the residence and did not locate anyone still inside.The
cabinets to the entertainment center as well as kitchen cabinets were left open and items appeared to
have been taken. I located a black and yellow Crowbar a pool table. The master bedroom appeared
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Cunningham stated that he was out of state and had not been at the residence for a few weeks. I then
informed Cunnigham that his home had been burglarized. Cunningham stated he had three firearms
an AR15, a shotgun, a 30 ought 6, that were to be located in the closet of the master bedroom. The
firearms were not located and Cunningham was going to attempt to locate the serial number of the
firearms.
I asked Cunningham if the crowbar belonged to him, to which he replied: "No it was not his".
Cunnigham advised me that his girlfriend Nantane Mata was in route to the residence. Cunningham
stated that
Mata would not be able to determine what items were taken but would secure the home for him.
Cunningham stated he would be back in town in a few days would complete a follow–up report with
the items that were taken.
My investigation revealed that the suspect made entry and exit via the front door using a prying tool
(crowbar).I check the surrounding homes to try and locate any video surveillance. I located a
camera in use at 1110 Cypress Falls Ct and spoke with the homeowner Chris Alcasid, who stated he
would review his

Sample Observation Paper
On Sunday 07/24/16 at 0350 hours I was dispatched for a malicious mischief at 1301 31ST ST SE
apartment #5 in the City of Auburn, King Co, WA. Dispatch advised the reporting person, Krystal
Aguinaldo, stated she had just heard a banging noise on her front door, and noticed dents on the
door afterward. When I arrived I noticed a large softball sized dent on the upper center portion of
the front door to unit #5 and also observed a softball sized rock laying in the grass about 10 feet
away from the door. I contacted Aguinaldo, who stated at about 0340 hours she heard a loud bang
on her door. Aguinaldo said she opened the door and did not see or hear anyone in the area, but
noticed there was a dent on her door knob and dead bolt key slot.

Research Paper On Concorat
Just at the time when the Concordat was in its most flourishing condition, a young man belonging to
a wealthy and highly respected middle–class family went to the office of the head of the police at P
– – , and begged for his help and advice, which was immediately promised him.
"My father threatens to disinherit me," the young man then began, "although I have never offended
against the laws of the State, of morality or of his paternal authority, merely because I do not share
his blind reverence for the Catholic Church and her Ministers. On that account he looks upon me,
not merely as Latitudinarian, but as a perfect Atheist, and a faithful old manservant of ours, who is
much attached to me, and who accidentally saw my father's will, told ... Show more content on
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Now I do not believe in ghosts."
< 2 > "Neither do I," the police director replied; "but I cannot well do anything on this dangerous
ground if I had nothing but superstitions to go upon. You know how the Church rules all our affairs
since the Concordat with Rome, and if I investigate this matter, and obtain no results, I am risking
my post. It would be very different if you could adduce any proofs for your suspicions. I do not
deny that I should like to see the clerical party, which will, I fear, be the ruin of Austria, receive a
staggering blow; try, therefore, to get to the bottom of this business, and then we will talk it over
again."
About a month passed without the young Latitudinarian being heard of; but then he suddenly came
one evening, evidently in a great state of excitement, and told him that he was in a position to
expose the priestly deceit which he had mentioned, if the authorities would assist him. The police
director asked for further

Grand Sorceress Narrative Essay
"Ray!" Danielle yelled, chasing after her tiger, "Calm down! The Grand Sorceress will be here any
minute!" Ray skid to a stop, nearly crushing some flowers. "The Grand Sorceress? She's coming
today! Oh I must make my golden fur coat look as dashing as possible! Danielle, help me! I don't
have arms or magic! I can't do it myself!" Danielle stood there with a look of annoyance on her face.
"You've got it all dirty running around. Now, I have to use my magic, as the Grand Sorceress' former
apprentice, to clean up a tiger's fur." With a swoosh of her hand, Danielle cleaned up Ray, still
annoyed about having to do so. A bright flurry of light appeared by the stream in the garden.
Danielle and Ray immediately stood nicely, ignoring what had happened only a minute ago. "Hello
Danielle, Hello Ray" Ray bowed, leaving Danielle to reply "Hello, Grand Sorceress, welcome to my
hideaway." Danielle did an impromptu curtsy, desperately trying not to fall. ... Show more content
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Please, refer to me as Amber, you are my student, yes, but you are also like a sister to me." The only
thing Danielle managed to stuttered out was " I'm sorry Gra– Amber. I'm sorry Amber." Amber had
a soft smile on her face, which disappeared as soon as she started to speak. "Now let's discuss the
happenings of this realm, pacifically the past few days. We will discuss in my realm. It will be more
secure." Danielle quickly turned to Ray "Guard this hideaway with your life. This place has decades
of magical history and all of my research of warlocks." Ray gave a simple nod. Danielle and Amber
quickly left in a flurry of light. Ray paced around the perimeter of the hideaway, after a minute of
Danielle and Amber being in another realm, the attackers

Creative Writing: NYPD
NYPD The morning of June 6, I received a phone call from Makayla Jones, also known as our
Assistant District Attorney at the police department. " Sara, there's a crime scene just off Houston
Street." "Alright, I'm on my way." I met up with the rest of my team at the crime scene. I showed
my badge as it clearly stated my position as a NYPD Lieutenant officer. I went under the black and
yellow striped bordering tape, to see a pale lifeless body on the floor. "David, fill me in" I said. "The
victim's name is Amelia Wilder. She in her mid twenties and came here from New Hampshire for a
summer vacation. It is believed that she died from being pushed off her balcony, on the 39th floor."
A murder is common to see, and David Miller, one of our main detectives, is usually the one to fill
me in on the information of the crime so far. We later took all the evidence to be further examine at
the office. Angelica Brown, our forensic pathologist discovered some more evidence off the body of
the victim. ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Quite possibly from the murder." We later found out that the hair belongs to Joana Lee, and got her
for some questioning. Officer Colliver and Watson, our other two main detectives, went into the
interrogation room , while Makayla, David and I watch from the one–watched mirror. "Where were
you the night of June 5?" "I went to a bar, after have dinner at La Bonbonniere" " Do you happen to
know who Amelia Wilder is? He said as he slowly slid a picture of her towards Joana. "No, but I
have seen her before. Why do you ask?" "We happened to find a strand of your hair in the

Amanda Knoxy: A Horror Story
" Hello miss, sorry to disturb you late at night, but a 911 call came from your daughter's house, your
daughter had passed away. We need you to fly here in Italy and verify the body that has claimed to
be your daughter." These are the words that a mother would never want to hear. One mother's worst
nightmare came alive on November 1, 2007 when Arline Kercher received a phone call from the
police station in Perugia, Italy informing her that her daughter has been murdered and the primary
suspect is her roommate or is it? This here lies the story about a teenage girl named Amanda Knox
that flew to Italy as an international student, whom her and her boyfriend claimed to be framed for
murder. Though, she claims she did not murder her roommate many ... Show more content on
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When Amanda and her boyfriend showed up everybody yelled and told them they deserve justice
for what they did. This makes the audience feel sympathy for Amanda because she was innocent and
being told she deserves the worst is horrible to witness and hear. As the trial ended it showed the
actual document highlighted was the part where Amanda was found guilty and it showed guards
outside her cell. In the cell, they told her to write down who she made love to because she has HIV
and instead of keeping the list they ended up selling it to the press and this is how she got the
nickname "foxy knoxy." The police also gave her a book to write down anything and it was her
diary. They also sold that to the press. Although Amanda never had a disease the police just wanted
to harass her. This indicates that outside and inside the prison she is being harassed by the people
and not being able to defend herself makes it seem really heartbreaking for the audience to witness
and it's to make the audience feel for her and believe she didn't do anything wrong. As all the trials
continue she was kept being found guilty until she came for an appeal and she was found not guilty
because the evidence was so small she was finally free. The audience target was to feel proud of her
that she's finally free. At that moment it showed Meredith's family in

Clawd's Injustice: A Narrative Fiction
However, within the space of thirty minutes, Clawd found out what Valentine had done, called
together those involved in the investigation, and drove to Valentine's house in Jackson's car. Once
the car pulled into the driveway, Clawd jumped out and ran to the door with Clawdeen and
Draculaura following him. "Don't kill him, Clawd!" Draculaura tugged on his sleeve nervously.
"Please, don't hurt him." Clawd simply growled low, ringing the door bell and glaring at the door.
Moments later, Vampira answered, looking rather confused. "What are you doing here?" she asked,
quirking an eyebrow. "Do you need something?" "Is Valentine here!?" Clawdeen asked, getting right
in Vampira's face. Vampira pushed the she wolf away, looking alarmed. "No, he's ... Show more
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"Howleen, listen: it's great that you forgive him, but he still needs to be punished for that." "But
should he be?" Frankie piped up. "Judging by what I've heard, it seems like Eris forced him to do it.
If anyone needs to be punished, it's Eris." The car pulled in behind the hotel, and the group of
friends got out. Clawd walked around to the front, seeing the door was chained shut. "Well, they've
learned," he mumbled, looking for a way to get in. Jackson showed up, and gently pushed Clawd
aside. "I'll try to get in first," he explained. "I'm on good terms with some of the residents here." He
knocked on the door a few times, and then began to call. "Dodi? Graverobber? Tessa? Anyone?"
After a few moments, a window right above them opened, and Graverobber called down, "Yo!
Jackson, up here! Try to climb up here, use the awning!" Very cautiously, Jackson climbed on the
dumpster and tried not to fall in. He managed to climb on the awning and, with help from
Graverobber, successfully entered the building through the window. As Jackson caught his breath,
Graverobber explained, "We had to chain up the entrance because Eris didn't like getting visitors she
didn't want. But the stupid thing about that is that we aren't allowed to

Amanda Beep Narrative
"Beep, Beep, Beep" goes Amanda Newell's alarm clock. Groggily, she looked at her clock and
jumped right out of bed. It was 8:30, the bus comes at 8:40, she would never board the bus on time!
Amanda put on her school uniform, ate breakfast, and brushed her teeth as fast as she could but she
was too late. When she was running down her driveway, she saw the bus driving away. With no
choice left, she was running down the sidewalk going as fast as her legs would take her.
Consequently, she was not looking down and tripped over a branch. She crashed onto the ground
and saw a massive bloody bruise forming on her knee. She said, "Darn it, my Mom is going to kill
me!" Not knowing later that her mom's disapproval of her bruise was the least of her problems. ...
Their expressions turned from grim sadness to utter joy. Paul spoke up first pointing north and said,
"The footprints are heading over there!" Everyone headed over to Paul following the trail. It took
over an hour until the footprints stopped right at a doorstep to an immense 3 story house. In their
heads all of them knew that the house they were looking at was Amanda's prison.
Through a loudspeaker a police officer said, "David Plume please get out of the house and no one
will get hurt." The detectives alerted the police of their findings and the police rushed over to the
house. The police barricaded the entrances with the cars so the criminal could not get away. The
police officer shouted again, "If you do not come down here we will use force!" There was no
response but that was all the police needed to crash open the door and start exploring.
The police and the detectives looked everywhere. Rooms, under tables, the garage, the backyard
pretty much anywhere you could think of they looked. They were about to leave when they heard a
gut wrenching scream. They looked to find where the horrifying scream was and found themselves
looking at a floorboard. They pried it open and saw an alarming sight. Amanda in chains with David
Plume having a knife at her neck. David said, "Any of you move and the girl is

Personal Narrative-Home
Out the window and down the fire escape, twenty floors was nothing at this point, and considering
police would have to get here and go all the way up to the top, I was in the clear. As I slide down the
ladder to the ground, I heard the sirens pulling up in the front, perfect timing, I walked out the alley,
taking off my hoodie and slowly joining the crowd forming behind the cop cars. "The best place to
hide is in plain sight," something grandpa told me that I'll never forget, though considering I was a
college student with a backpack in New York, blending in was a given. Making my way to the side
of the crowd, trying to catch a word of what the officers were saying. "Suspect, average height,
weight, witness says all they saw was a shadow going out the window. ... Show more content on
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Safe was opened and the cash, watches, and jewelry was taken. But they left the revolver... on the
top of the safe, thought it was funny or something. Were running it for prints now." Oh, I thought it
was funny, and what's even more funny is the fact they think I would be bare handed, a little
insulting actually. I mean breaking and entering in a nice neighborhood, knowing where and how to
open a safe, all down without even a stir. If I hadn't thrown the vase against the wall, no one would
have noticed for days, they are lucky I like a show. Now to shake it up a little more, "Excuse me,
sir" "Yes, can I help you?" " When I was walking around the corner, a man was running out the alley
with a bag... he had a hood on and was looking around him..." " Did you see which way he went?"
"Toward eighty–sixth street, probably to the subway" "Thank you miss" You are welcome. Watching
them run off, following a man that doesn't exist, lifted my mood even more; almost a

Creative Writing: The Homeless Man
The day started like any other, Jimmy woke up to his lonesome apartment. Jimmy got out of bed
and got ready for the day. As Jimmy walked outside, he heard arguing coming from the alley, so he
went to investigate. When he reached the alley he saw an old homeless man being robbed by a
bunch of thugs. Jimmy stepped into action. He yelled "Stop, be... before I call the police!". One thug
rushed Jimmy and punched him in the stomach and then the rest of the thugs jumped in on the
beating. When they were done they spit on Jimmy and then left telling him, " mind your own
business kid.". The old homeless man came up to Jimmy and helped him up, "Thanks kid, but I was
fine, I had them. I would like to repay you, let me see what I got.".He digs around ... Show more
"What gift?" Jimmy asked. "The power to make a difference." the ominous voice said. Jimmy
walked closer to the voice until he saw a man. He was old, with a long white beard and a long blue
robe. The man spoke, " Hello, I am the wizard Shazam, and I have chosen you to be our hero.". "
Well, what could I do, i'm just a kid?". "Jimmy, throughout all the hardships you've gone through,
you have always protected your perfect heart, you have shown more strength and bravery than
anyone i've ever known.". "So whenever you are in danger, just call for me and I will lend you my
power, now I must go and you must as well.". Then he disappeared in a flash of blue lightning that
blinded Jimmy. The next thing Jimmy knew he was walking up in his apartment. He walked outside
and into the alley, as he was turning around the corner he bumped into the thugs from yesterday.
"What you doing kid, looking for another beating, well I think I can help you with that." the thug
said. Jimmy didn't know what to say, the only word ...that came to mind was, "Shazam!". A streak of
lightning shot down and hit Jimmy. When the smoke cleared Jimmy no longer a boy, he was a full
grown

Case Study Of Algerine Miller's Case
On 12/8/17, at approximately 2330 hours, I was dispatched to 1703 Southwest Rd, Sanford,
Seminole County in reference to attempted burglary and criminal mischief. Upon arrival I spoke
with Algerine Miller (b/f victim), who stated that someone attempted to break inside of her home
through the front door. Algerine reported that she was relaxing in her room on her phone, when she
heard a loud noise outside of home. Algerine reported that she cut off her light in her room so that
she can see out of her window. Algerine reported that she saw a man at her neighbors house located
at 1709 Tangerine Ave trying to get her to open the door. Algerine reported that the same man left
her neighbors door, and ran to her front door attempting to get inside

Oikaw A Short Story
You and Oikawa walked into the crime scene, under the police tape, to face a crowded group of
police and other detectives crowded around a solitary body on the ground. The victim was identified
as Yui Watanabe, a 40 year old woman.
You dug inside of your tan coat to grab your white glove as you bent down to scrutinize Yui's body.
You examined her head and neck. Her neck area was swollen. "It seems she had trouble breathing."
Okiawa said. "There is no sign of any marks on her body to indicate someone was out for revenge."
he continues.
"Mhm.' you said, still exploring thoroughly of Yui's body. While you continue to examined the body,
Oikawa searched the surrounding area. First, he went to the table, where she had fallen. A finished
clean ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
"Nope. Maybe she ate something that she was allergic to and couldn't reach her––"
"Detectives." one of the police called from the kitchen. You and Oikawa walked over to the kitchen
to the police. "We found half eaten and uncooked organs of a puffer fish, which means she ingested
tetrodotoxin." The police showed the plate of puffer fish's organs. "Underneath the sink, there is also
an unopened bottle of Sarin gas."
You reach out to grab the sarin gas bottle. "So, you're saying she committed suicide..." Okiawa
concluded in a whisper. You sigh, "It takes six hours or less for the tetrodotoxin to fully take over
the body. She thought if she couldn't die from tetrodotoxin, the Sarin gas would had done the job."
you bit your lower lip, upset over the fact she took her own life.
"There's a note." The police officer hands you the note. In return, you gave the sarin gas bottle back
to the police officer. "Make sure it is properly dispose." The police officer nodded and left the room.
You open the note, it reads:
"My beautiful and precious daughter, if you are reading this, please don't blame yourself for the
cause of my death. Please note that I will always be with you, no matter what. Please forgive

Tiara M. Parks: A Short Story
I have been accused of murdering the sheriff's daughter named Tiara M. Parks she was 23. They said
they found me with the gun in my hand but a man was running and shoved it into my stomach, the
gun felt hot burnt me a little bit so he must have been recent...so i ran the direction the incident had
happened i didnt know yet but what i saw was horrible...her mouth open and a hole in her head..eyes
rolled back sinking in...just thinking about gives me colds chills. I looked around and yelled for help
i had realized my phone was on me and wasn't dead, i hurried and grabbed for i had dialed nine and
a one before i could dial the last digit i had already heard the officer yelling orders at me i forgot
that the gun was in my hand " i didn't do it,

Descriptive Essay On An Abandoned House
"Hurry or you'll be late!" called my mother from the bottom of the stairs. "Today of all days you
want to be on time." If I had only known what that day would bring, I would have stayed in bed. But
one thing my mom didn't know was that my friends and I skipped school to go look at an abandoned
house. The house was also supposedly haunted.I met up with my friends at the bus stop as usual.
Once everyone was at the bus stop, we ran as fast as we could to the abandoned house. So we
wouldn't get caught be the bus driver or anyone else.
Once we ran for a short amount of time we finally saw the rundown house in the distance. Once we
got a little closer we saw a brown fence blocking our path. We walked around the fence until we
found a small opening. It was just big enough for us to get through. Once we all got through the
fence we could barely see the house, because the grass and weeds were so tall. We pushed our way
through the weeds and grass and finally made it to the back of the house. We tried to look through
the filthy windows, but they were boarded up. Before I opened the door, I asked everybody "Do we
really want to do this?" Alexis being the brave one said "Just do it." Jada is the scared one asked
"Are we really going to do this?" And me being the curious one I wanted to see what was inside the
house. Once we got in the house we felt a cold burst of air.
We started walking around the dark and gloomy house with our phone flashlights on. We stopped in
are tracked when we heard a noise coming from the back of the house. We started walking towards
the back of the crummy house until we saw a dark figure walking towards the stairs. Jada saw the
dark figure and froze. Alexis and I had to pull her into the dirty closet so the figure wouldn't see us.
When we thought the coast was clear we peaked out the closet to see if the figure was still there.
While we were in the closet, my shoe made an obnoxious noise on the I ground. Terror filled inside
me when I heard the creaky footsteps of the figure. When we heard the footsteps get louder and
louder. We decided to run for it. I opened the closet door and to my surprise, I saw the figure at the
end of the stairs. The figure made eye contact with me and ran towards

Clifford Roberts: A Short Story
Clifford Roberts "What's up?" he said to the Popo standing by the door. The burly cop said, "Hi
Sherlock." Poking his nose into things, Sherlock said to the cop, "That Taser you're wearing is a
stunning piece of equipment. By the way, how long are you to be here?" "I will be here until the last
dog dies detective," said the burly cop after he prick up his ears. "By the way, I know that a
detective has retired has retired. Is his position filled?" Smiling, Sherlock took a sly shot the cop,
"No, it's up for grabs. That is if you got the guts and balls to take a stab at being a detective and not
fizzle under the weight of becoming one." There then was the screech of wheels from a car racing
away, causing Sherlock to wonder whether person in

Wound Sirens: A Short Story
"0 will you shut up you are so loud you are going to get us caught. I can not get my license took
again! I am not going to have to ride the bus to llyns." I said "We are not getting caught tonight, you
will not have to ride the bus to school. We can get in and out fast 77." 0 answer as he jumped over
the gate to a old parking garage in the forgotten part of the town there had been a huge fire that
burned this half of town. Not many still live in this part but it is a huge spot for teens with no
supervision. As we approach the underground section we are met with loud sirens "Great we are
going to get caught smarts" " not yet come in here" a unknown voice yells from the other side of the
parking garage. Slowly walking to the voice, ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
The back of the bus was like a school bus without all the seats at the fount was the driver she wore a
black shirt and black paints with a patch that said FBI. To the right of her was computer mounted to
the wall it was turned away from my view but i had a good idea what was on it. Along the left side
of the Bus was seats and on the right was the cell holding 0 and me. 4 sat down on the seat closest to
me. His eyes searching my body but it was more for looking for weapons than anything else but
never les made my feel uncomfortable. I am a short blond haired girl with big eyes and a large
mouth. Not wanting to speak first I look away from him. Looking to my large best friend in the back
of a cop bus was a sight to see we caught each other eyes and could not help it. We did what every
responsible teen would do we started laughing so hard we cried. Trying to catch my breath 4 stood
up from his seat. Walking over to a man sitting to the left of him and whispering something but i
could not catch it with the noise of the road. Then he walked back to his

Justice: A Fictional Narrative
She led him down the hall to the front door and opened it.
"Good night! Behave yourself, boy!" she said, looking out into the street as he went down the steps.
Before he left completely, he looked at Mrs. Jones one last time before running off. It was late at
night, he decided to go back "home" to rest, which was just behind the dumpster. Roger had a
family once, they were very rude and abusive to him. He lived like that for at least 5 years, and at
the age of 13, he ran away from them. It's been one year, and he hasn't heard from them. It was early
in the morning, and as soon as Roger woke up, he dashed to a shoe store to buy his blue suede
shoes. He arrived at a store and went in. He saw a lady shopping for some heel shoes ... Show more
Why are you here boy? Haven't you learn anything? And put those pieces down! You'll cut
yourself!" "Um–um, Yes Ma'am..." he answered, wincing as a piece of glass cut into his palm. "No!
Why are you lying?"
Roger started crying. He's eyes were starting to get red. "He tried to steal a lady's purse in plain
sight," Jack explained to her. "He was caught and I had to take him here. Do you know this boy,
Aunt Jones?" "Yes, as a matter a fact, I do. Boy, don't start being a baby now, you know you did
bad," Mrs. Jones said harshly, directing her words to Roger.. "You will be coming to my house, and
staying there. Permanently." "Does that mean you're going to bail him out? Are you sure with your
decision" Jack questioned, looking concerned. "He is a thief." "Yes I am sure. What do I need to
do?" "Well, ok then you just have to fill up some papers and then he will be set to go." While Mrs.
Jones was filing some papers, Roger went to the restroom to clean his face, wash off the wound, and
put on a big smile. When he got out of the restroom Mrs.Jones was already finished. He was so glad
to see Mrs.Jones again that he ran up to her and gave her a huge

Earnest: A Fictional Narrative
"Please, would you look at me? I am an old man, and the only thing I can do is collect cans and
bottles to help keep food on my table, and I have no reason to go up there. Is there anything else I
can do?" Ernest spoke so convincingly the officer believed him. Handing him a card, he said, "If we
have any more questions, we will return. If you remember anything, please call us." Convinced,
regardless of what the neighbors had said, Mr. Cassidy knew nothing about the mountainside, the
officer thanked him and went to his car. Ernest grabbed his keys, went out the back door, got his
truck, and drove around the neighborhood to make sure no one was following him. While driving to
his friend's office, he kept thinking about the many animals they had rescued through the years and
refused to feel guilty about what they did. Arriving at the hospital, he rushed into the building and
down the hallway to his friend's office, calling his name. ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net
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"What is wrong with you," Don asked, knowing something must be drastically wrong. "We have
some major problems on the project. Do you know if the guys are still here?" Picking up the phone,
Don said, "I'm sure they are, but let me check, Larry, please, come to my office? Ernest is here."
"Sure, bring them with you," he said and looked at Ernest. "They will be here in a few minutes."
"That's great, I need to talk with them," Ernest said and walked around the room wringing his hands.
"What is wrong?" Don asked again, but Ernest ignored him and continued walking the floor. After a
few minutes, Larry and his friends entered the office, "What's going on with you?" He asked when
he saw Ernest. "What's the problem?" Frank asked, "You look as if you lost your best

Personal Narrative: A Short Story
The officer had me answer way too many questions making that day far worse than it needed to be
he made me give a description of the killer and an overall summary of what had happened.
Elaine barely spoke after that.
The next day was a little bit better but soon went downhill after getting calls and cards from friends
and family reminded her of it all over again. We had received lots of mail regarding Vince's money
and what was left to who.
The day after that we had to inform everyone of what happened. Vince had a lot of friends but sadly
most of Vince's family has passed away except his brother Lance who lived in Italy with his wife
and three children I could tell that he took it bad after Elaine had hung up and walked into the room
with ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
"Do you not remember me?" She sneers crossing her arms over her chest.
"Yeah I do your the million year old bitch that has a problem with me" I say sighing. Out of all the
things that could have happened this week running into Diane had to be one of them.
I barely had the energy to move after Vince passed so evidently I don't have the energy to deal with
the wicked witch of the gated mansions.
"You have no right to say those things" she says her husband and Bryn looking at me awkwardly.
"Well according to the first amendment I have the right to do just that" I say barely moving my gaze
from the broken brick wall I had been staring at since before she got there.
"Stay away from my daughter" she snaps.
"Already am, hey did you know she was a backstabbing bitch too? Not to mention a complete pain
in the ass" I say smirking a little at her.
"I'm reporting you to the school" she snaps.
"Last time I checked this isn't school and your also a adult picking a fight with me so I suggest that

you get your prissy ass all the way back to your mansion where you can talk smack about me all you
want without me actually smacking you" I

Narrative Essay On Virtual Prison
I sat there watching my best friend choke on his own blood in my arms. There was nothing I could
do to save him. He had been stabbed 10 times when I got there. He texted me and told me he needed
help and to meet him at the alley behind the grocery store. When the cops showed up they
immediately arrest me. How did my life come to this? How did I get here? The same questions
going through my brain on repeat as I sit before the judge. I was pleading not guilty for my best
friends murder. A man came to the prison and told me he was taking my case. He knew I did not kill
my best friend. His name was Barnaby Harris. He was a lawyer, and a good one, (or so he says). I
sat there in a daze, lost in my own thoughts when Mr. Harris whispered to me, ... Show more
Whatever crime you commit you have to relive it from your victims perspective. They sit you in a
completely black, cold room with only virtual reality goggles on. They attach wires to almost every
nerve in your body that inflicts the pain that the victim would have felt. You're surrounded by
machines that will make everything feel real. The smells, the weather at the time, every detail you
can think of. Since this is basically a form of torture, only the worst criminals are sent there. My
best friends father walks up to me with tears in his eyes. I watch him ball up his fists. He punches
me and knocks me unconscious. When I wake up I am on a bus to the prison. There are a handful of
others on the bus. There was a very big man asleep on the seat next to me, he was bald and covered
in tattoos, he was sentenced for killing 10 people in a bar fight. There was a woman that was
obviously too drugged up to communicate with anyone. The one that caught my attention was the
girl about my age that was sat in the very back. She looked so innocent, with her blonde pigtails and
rosy cheeks. She looked afraid, just like

Detention: A Fictional Narrative
Alex opened the door to the divination and scanned the room He couldn't help but roll his eyes at his
friend. If he didn't want to join in he didn't have to eventually he and Gemima if she wanted to still
try the spell would had manged to get detention. Now they had to deal. With a grumpy William
Wichita wasn't much of a difrence. His best friend always seem to be in a bad mood no matter what
well maybe except after eating that was why he caught h after dinner and asked him to help get
them into detention. Alex approached the self exiled Slyterin with out a worry and care in the world
but not befor greeting Gemima who got their before him which was a fiest considering her late
streak the last couple of days. Alex stopped in

A Short Story : The Story Of The Flying Pan Road
It was a night just like any other when two cops were driving down Flying Pan Road the driver,
police chief Jim Jordan and police in training, Larry Brady.
Jim said,"It looks like nothin's going on today, what do ya want to do?"
"Oh, how about we can go to the diner and get some coffee and a donut," Larry said
"Okay." As the two cops drove down the road and approach the dinner Jim and Larry already know
what they are going to get.
As they walk in the lady at the counter says,"Oh, Jim and Larry, do you two want the usual?"
They both reply without any hesitation,"Yes please," Their order came almost right away, Jim knew
something smelled a little fishy tonight. They paid the bill and as the server came over to our table
to collect the check someone from the kitchen bolted out, he seemed very angry. The two police
walked out calmly behind them and went to the cruiser, they saw the man get into his car and speed
away, he drove down Flying pan road to the right. The police went left to the station.
As they reached the station Jim and Larry almost forgot that it was rebuilt, this new station had a big
glowing police badge right on its roof, vines, and trees all around the sides and a huge grand
entrance. Yes, the outside was cool but the inside was even better. When you walk in there is a front
desk on its left it has a fish tank with a map of the town above it and on the right of it there was a
door which led to the offices, at each desk there was a computer and a phone, in the

Creative Writing: A Fictional Narrative
"So," Darcy said, running her fingers through her hair, "what happened?" "Well, first I wanna say I
don't blame y–" "I never said you did, sweetie. Now, what do you wanna talk about first? Anita or
the mission?" "The job, please. I can't deal with her right now. The police were there early, there was
a helicopter, Mooney's man wasn't there, and there was too many police." I listed. "Alright, it would
take two minutes for the the police to get from the precinct–" Darcy pointed to the map of Hassett
behind her. "–to the building." She dragged her finger to where Anita and were about forty–five
minutes ago. "How long did it take for the police to get to where you were from the moment that
you threw the smoke bomb?" "Roughly ninety seconds." ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net
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"Your sniper was killed, you need a new one." I turned to face her head on, grabbed her collared
shirt and pushed her against the wall all in one swift motion. "Listen to me, you little shit." I hissed,
inches from her face. "You don't know me, you don't know Quinn, or Darcy, and you sure as hell
didn't know Charlie!" "I–" "Meet me at the apartment from this morning at five am tomorrow." I
released my hold. As I made my way through the living room I heard the news anchor. "The
Nameless was at it once again today, though nothing was stolen, Mark Jones was killed today.
Rumors have spread that The Nameless have already recruited a new sniper. Nobody has been
recruited since Charlie White's suicide of last year. Police confirmed two members at the place of
the shooting. One was Melissa Meri, one of the only known members of The Nameless." A photo of
me flashed across the screen. "Will this terrorist group ever stop? Next on channel seven, Igg–" The
screen went black. "So," Quinn stated from behind me. I turned around to see her holding the
remote. "It was a suicide now." "You still miss him." "Of course I do. It was my fault." "You know
that isn't true." I stated. "I know... I just need somebody to

My Experience With Domestic Violence
The Unexpected.
Many times we see situations on television, movies or soap operas that we never think they can
happen to us. Being present during a violent situation is a very unpleasant and life scarring
experience. I'm going to tell my experience with domestic violence using diction, tone and imagery.
It was Thursday, December 20th 2012. I remember the exact date because it was the day before my
15th birthday. It was winter and that day it had snowed. My mother and I went to pick up my little
sister from the babysitter and headed home. We followed our daily routine, we cooked dinner, did
the dishes and took a bath. I was with my mother and my little sister in my mother's room watching
the "Novela" (Spanish soap opera) when we heard someone trying to open the door. It was my
stepfather. He had a hard time opening the door, he was at a level of drunkenness that it was
impossible for him to find the right key. The funny part about everything is that he ... Show more
One of my neighbors asked me what was going on and I only asked her to call the police. He then
said nothing was wrong that it only was a rage attack and we went back into the apartment. After 10
minutes of being inside the apartment we were all sitting on the living room, my mother still crying
my little sister looking around, and my stepfather laying on the couch as if what he did was
something normal. We heard the bell and it was the police. Somehow he managed to convince them
that it was only a couples fight and that nothing was going on. We all went to sleep. My mother
sleep with my little sister and I in our bedroom and we waited for him to leave to work. We packed
two bags and headed to my aunt's house. We later that afternoon went to the police precinct and
filled a restraining order. We waited a week before we returned home and when we did we already
had move

Gun-Personal Narrative
"Uhh...nooo not at all" says Mark
We all freeze for a second afraid and not know what to say
"My buddy Tony here has to uphold a gun...because after this he has to go to shooting school,so he's
taking the gun to show the teacher what type of gun he has"Kevin explain
"Yeah also for the attack" I say
I looked at the police officer and he has the eyes of fury. He looked at us like we're some kind of
fugitive. "You know our country does not allow citizens to go inside abandoned house,you four are
in a lot of trouble" the officer says
"Why....because Robert Dicko doesn't want us to see dead bodies in those houses,what he's doing is
crazy and you guys follow his rules... you should stand up for the country like you're supposed to
OFFICER"marks says rudely, and at that moment I knew mark just messed up we are not allowed to
talk back to the superior .
"Let me explain to what my job means to me" the officer explains
"It's hard trying to protect this country and protect my family from the attack....you...you thinks its
easy trying to protect my life and since I work for the government then protect me and my family
from hell,i'm just doing my god damn job ,so show me some respect and go home...NOW.Mark ...
don't know what's down there what If there are dead bodies"
"Now you're sounding stupid"yelled mark
"Let's split up,first to find the key get whatever's down there"said Ari
"DEAL" me and mark said at the same time
"Fine"said Kevin
We looked for an hour but I finally found it. It was purple with two squares at the

Personal Narrative: David Ray's Murder
The morning of September 17, 1996 in Louisiana changed my life forever. I was skimming through
the daily Gambit when he came in. Mr. Callahan, the local policeman, walked into my office,
holding a paper that was dated from this Friday. "Another day, another mystery," announced the
policeman. He threw the paper in his hand at me, as if it were a frisbee. The ink on the wrinkled
paper gave all the needed information. "Scene of Crime: The Frederick Mansion, VICTIM: Jack
Frederick, SUSPECTS: Commander Patrisce, Robert Young, and David Ray, CASE: Murder."
Instantly, I spat out my Earl–Grey Tea in bewilderment. Jack Frederick, the billionaire and
entrepreneur, dead? In a flash, I went to my car and rushed to the scene. Once I arrived to the
mansion, I was greeted by the other policemen and the other local detectives. I walked into the ...
Young," I resumed, "last night, I found some pictures from Mr. Frederick's childhood. The pictures
showed Jack and Young building and inventing together, watching baseball, and so much more
together. I believe that Mr. Young murdered Frederick because Frederick got greedy and took all of
their inventions to make money for only himself. Also, Young murdered Frederick for leaving him
in the dust and not letting him get any glory. To back up my theory, I read a letter that Mr. Frederick
was writing to his biography author and Frederick told the author, "...the more information you
write, the better and the more money we can get!", which tells me that Mr. Frederick was a very
greedy man and that he would steal other people's' things to become rich. To support my theory, I
noticed that Mr. Young ran when I called him here. That little detail told me that he tried to conserve
the amount of places where his fingerprints would show, but I got the fingerprint anyway because
when I shook each of your hands, I swapped out my glove. As you can see from my clues, Mr.
Young is guilty of Jack Frederick's death while revenge was his

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