...Just outside of Windsor, Dad parks the truck on a icy road. It’s bear season my dad said I could hunt them because we see them almost every week. So we walk.My model 70 alaskan is resting in my arms, the stock under my armpit, the barrel resting on my firearm. It makes me feel so important to carry a powerful gun, not to mention I am walking with a couple of real hunters. These guys have pulled down moose with one shot.I’ve hit a few mountain goat in my time.Bob and Dad have bigger guns than me. Their bullets are like an inch long. Dad’s is gun called a .450 Marlin. I am not sure what type of gun bob has. It’s big though. We head up to a bluff where there is a perfect view of a bear, it doesn’t know we are here. Dad says we should try to stay as far away as we can so if we miss it dosen’t know where we are.So we head far back to a cliff that is high above the spot of the grizzly. Bob brought silencers for extra protection so it dosen’t know where we are.”Well go ahead” Says dad....
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...One day at my house I was doing a nerf gun war, then it was the end of the game because of one reason. I was going for a jump shot on the coach, and then I see a blanket I slip on it. Then I put my arm out so I could catch myself, and put myself in a push up position. All of a sudden we hear a crack My right arm was broken I was rushed to a hospital, and they took X-rays then prescribed some medicine.When I got home, I took medicine then went to bed, the most painful part was either breaking it, or they popping it back in place with me awake. This wasn’t the last time it was going to happen, I was at school in fifth grade. I run to go through the basketball court then they run all the way from the other side of the court then I get knocked...
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...The evening when the neighbour shot our monkey, I became a businessman's body guard. I had seen the scene unfold before my eyes a thousand times since that moment as I rode in the back of the sleek sports car that had saved us. The gun being raised pointing straight towards my chest, the inability to react, the sound as the gun went off. I had braced myself waiting to feel the impact as the bullet tore into my chest. I had briefly wondered if it would hurt I had heard you don’t feel the pain straight away, perhaps I would die without feeling anything at all, when suddenly a blur of fur and screeching obscured my vision of the psychotic neighbour intent on bringing about my demise. As time had resumed its natural course and my body unfroze I...
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...In this moment, I am not afraid. It doesn’t matter that the barrel of a gun is pointed towards me. It doesn’t matter that the man holding that gun is promising that he will shoot me if he has to, if I don’t cooperate. It doesn’t matter that I am the only one standing between this man’s weapon and my best friend. I am not afraid. Of course, being bulletproof might have something to do with my newfound bravery. The man is still raving, but his words are only noise to me. I don’t think he really wants to shoot the gun, either, or he would have done it by now instead of talking about it so much. Maybe this man isn’t a killer. Maybe he’s not ready for the consequences becoming a murderer would have him face. To make his decision easier, I grab...
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...“He’s getting a gun!” How many people can say that their mom openly screamed about the possibility of getting murdered? I didn’t think that I’d be among this miniscule group, but here I am. “Did you have fun?” my mom, who is about as brave as a mouse, questioned me. The reason she’s asking me, and not trying to discuss with me, is pretty obvious. My mom is a total, and utter scaredy cat. We just finished swimming with dolphins, or in my mom’s case, recording us swimming with dolphins. “Us” being my dad and I. He’s the complete opposite of my mom. He does anything and everything. My mom’s cowardice is going to come back to bite her one day, and I think she knows it too. My dad is a big part of this too though. He loves to take every chance he gets, to scare her, or just make...
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...Gun violence is an epidemic and very prominent in our community. Every time I turn on the news, another breaking story about an individual being shot is on the air. There are several times where someone injured or even killed was innocent and simply was in the wrong place at the wrong time. This is unacceptable, and something needs to be done above. Everyone deserves a chance at life, and this opportunity should not be taken away from them by a bullet. I unfortunately had to deal with this personally when my cousin was shot while he was in the area. At the time, he was a newly enlisted Marine coming back into town to witness the birth of his child. He was so excited to be back with him family, but unfortunately things became out of his control,...
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...It was a hot day and I was shooting my water gun in the air when I noisted a brown bee hive next to the chimney.I desited to hit the bee hive with the water gun.When I did the bees came zipping out! I was a little glad they weren't dreched like I was!With there six black legs dangling off there reddinsh brown and black with orenge body they started chasing me!I didn't want to get stung because I know that the bees stinger has venom on it! With out warning,I squated down and all the bees flew over!Instently I ran to the open slider to get in,dived though it,got up and shut it! "YES!"I shouted and did a little dance. In all the comotion, I saw the back door...IT WAS OPEN!!!!The bees saw it too.I dived for it and missed! The bees made...
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...It was all over in a matter of two seconds. Two shot guns go off together at seven in the morning followed by a third shortly after the first two. What I didn’t know was that it wasn’t over, and I would remember that moment for the rest of my life. I also didn’t know I would still feel my adrenaline pumping like I did that day when I pulled the trigger on one of those shot guns. It was April 23rd, I was woken up from my nice comfortable bed at four in the morning. I didn’t want to get up, but at the same time I was excited for what could possibly happen that day. My dad woke me up, him more excited than I was, yet we weren’t grumpy like we normally are in the morning all because of what we had planned to do that day. When I finally got ready...
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...It was a massacre. Although lives had been taken so quickly, the scene before me unfolded in slow motion. I looked out of the window and up towards the sky. The clouds of my buggers in their ships intermingled with the clouds of the atmosphere in a billowing mass of nothingness. As they battled for survival, I felt the racing hearts of my children standing at the end of Ender Wiggin’s gun. We had a deep admiration and respect for Ender, for he was such a strong leader and soldier. We didn’t wish to kill him or the humans, but above our sympathy for others was the bond between our brothers, sisters, and children. Our race had to fight to stay alive; the humans wanted to exterminate us. Fighting back was the only solution. Ender, however, was...
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...In the beginning Gold Mounted Guns the title was used to represent crime. A young man named Will Arblaster wanted to get into the life of crime so he seeked out Pecos tommy (the sherif). Will wanted to make some money so Pecos Tommy suggestion to rob a family. So they set out to the home and the sheriff told will you steal the money ill watch. When will came back the sheriff said “let's watch the poor family when they get back we can see their reaction”. After they watched the family's suffering the sheriff said “c’mon let's go”.Will said “no and i ain't going to take that money neither”. After he returns the money the sheriff reveals himself. Towards the end the title starts to represent good instead of evil. My quotation illustration is...
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...The moment before the gun goes off, there is a steady silence. I can feel the increase of my heartbeat. My palms are sweaty. I take three steps back from the line and wait for the sound of a gunshot. The wait seems long. The gun goes off and I place my left foot forward and suddenly I am doing what I know best. I have been running for as long as I can remember. When I was a toddler, I spent my church nursery days, running around in circles, as the other children chased me. They eventually stopped from exhaustion, but I carried on, fascinated with the act of running. Then, in elementary school I would race my male classmates at recess and I loved it so much that I started running for my local track club in second grade. I initially began running...
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...two rooms. The outside is red with a blue tarp on top of it so we don’t get sopping wet from rain. Then before I went to play in my uncle's woods with my cousins I realized can I shoot a gun with accuracy. When I went to play with my cousins I asked them what do you want to do? Joey said, “Do you want to shoot beebee guns”? We all said, “Yes”. In about two minutes, everybody got their beebee guns. Some had pistols, some had rifles, and some had automatic pistols or rifles. We play a game where you get eliminated when you miss a pop can 5 times. If you hit it you stay in. I got in 3rd place with twelve hits and five misses. My cousin Joey won with fifthteen hits and three misses....
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...Opening Question: Does playing violent video games change a person? I look at the man kneeled before me, with a glint of sorrow in my eye. He looks back with eyes of hatred. I sigh, for there is no other way. I look away and pull the trigger. Some people have been known to play video games for days with no impact on their brains or their attitude. While others have played video games for 15 minutes and acted more violent than before. I've played video games for up to 12 hours at a time, and have felt the same as I started when I was done, just more exhausted! Other times I have played for under an hour and felt more upset and just wanting to be left alone. "Guns don’t kill people. Video games, the media, and Obama's budget kill people"...
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...firstly explaining the idea of mementoes and totems. A “totem” is an object that the characters in this film keep with them in real life and in the dream world. It is identified as something unique, heavy and that only the owner is allowed to handle. Its purpose is to provide the dream-invaders a way of knowing whether they are in the dream world or in reality. If a totem is expected to fall, or operate in a certain way, then any change in this indicates that you are in a dream. Most importantly, Auxier says that this serves as “a point of connection between what you’re experiencing within yourself (beliefs, perceptions, assumptions) and the way the world really is.” (Auxier, 282) The idea of a “totem” allows for continuity of time in the narrative, it acts as a guide when discontinuities are found. Furthermore, both films attempt to explore the same problem, the continuity and discontinuity in our experience, and how discontinuity affects our ability to know the truth about the world we live in. Between the time passing and the way we experience it, lies a gap; however this is where memory comes into play. Memory is the way we see our world (through our past experiences) therefore we carry it around everywhere we go, and with every new experience, we use memory as a point of reference. Our past...
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...Name: Tutor: Course: Date: Men or Children? The gangster is a fictional story written by Colson Whitehead in 2008. It is a short story about African- American teenagers and its setting is in Sag Harbor, in 1985. The story begins with a question, “When did you get out?” The opening question emphasizes the title of the story on a particular notion to the reader. In the fictional story, the gangster, Benji and Reggie are twin brothers of ten months apart. They grew up together inseparably in every aspect. It was common for them to be seen together and when they were not, people always question them on where the other is. High school and puberty brought the difference between them physically. They would be seen away from each other severally, and they even looked different physically with Benji being skinny while Reggie looked chubby. Benji and Reggie are brought up in an upper middle class family, and their parents own a beach house in Sag harbor where they go to during the summers. In the summer of 1985, Benji was 15 years old, and Reggie was 14 years old. During the summer when the whole family left for their beach house, the boys would be left alone for some time when their parents went back to the city to work during the weekdays. Benji and Reggie are described, in the story, as Siamese twins when they were young, describing their inseparable nature. This is clearly brought out by the language used as quoted “Where is the surgeon, who is gifted enough to...
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