Narrative Essay On A Late Night Adventure

I roll up the car window on my barely one-year-old bright red Honda Accord, and watch the cop slowly drive away. When he’s out of sight, I look down and fixate on the small, pink paper in my lap. I try to read the words on it but my head 's still spinning I’m so dead. What are my parents going to say? There goes the rest of my summer. After a few dazed minutes, I can make out some words ‘traffic citation’, ‘violation notice’, ‘speeding’, and the most heart-dropping of them all: ‘$200 fine’. I take a deep breath and start to make my way home.

Cormac McCarthy’s All the Pretty Horses shows comfort is not always found in a place or in another person; sometimes comfort can be found within oneself. San Angelo, TX, where it all started to change. A boy whose only person he really grew up with had left, left him without a home as well. A new beginning awaits three young boys with different views of life, death, religion and love. But what awaits them can be a deadly comfort for the cowboys.

Jackie or “Jacquelyn Markham is a 51 year old white female who went missing in 2000. At first, it was believed that Ross Lane Emerson was connected to the disappearance of Jackie Markham. However, Emerson always denied the accusations and in his suicide note in prison he stated that he had not killed her. Additionally, there were inconsistencies in Archie Carrol’s “Jackie Markham’s boyfriend” statement concerning the telephone call Jackie made before going missing. It was found that the drunken man “Richard” that supposedly came over before Carrol got there had an alibi. Richard was in Jacksonville that weekend. It is said that Carrol never liked Jackie’s friend Richard either. Furthermore, Richard does not drink. Archie Carrol’s original phone

Maureen is astute and brilliant. She starts playing mind games with her abductor. She speeds and slows the car, until she makes him uncomfortable. “You are trying to be arrested,” he said (4). Maureen was dying to know the reason of her abduction but, did not want to overwhelm him with too many questions. “She waited for him to say more”(4).

It was an early December morning. The roads were slick with a thin layer of ice. The air was crisp with a winter chill and there was a slight drizzle falling from the sky. I was riding in my dad’s truck to my grandma’s, who babysat me while my parents were at work. My little brother Kaden was also with us. At the time I was four and Kaden (my brother) was 4 months. The day started off normal, Kaden was sleeping as usually and I was looking out the window watching raindrops race each other. At that moment I remember feeling happy and content just ready to drift off to sleep, when Suddenly the tires started Squealing. My mind was then cast into a sea of darkness that seem to have no escape.

There was a guy in front of me, very drunk. When the light turned green, he put his truck into reverse and backed into me. Our bumpers were hooked.” She got out to check on him but he was incoherent. She had never used the telephone before but figured out how to call 911. “I pressed speaker and 911, and couldn’t hear anything. I waited a few seconds, and all of a sudden I just kept talking. I would say this is my name, I’m deaf, this is where I am, I’ve been in an accident. Send somebody now.” She would talk, hang up, and repeat. She didn’t know if they heard her or not, or even if she operated the phone correctly. “Soon there were 6 cop cars swarming in” she laughed excitedly “they had to carry the guy out of his car.” The police officer on the scene reviews Bart’s papers. He walks back to her and says ‘Ma’am we have a problem. Everything is expired.” The policeman noticed her husband’s memorial service paper was in that stack of paperwork. “He placed it on top of the stack,” Bart pauses, “As the officer stands there I have a meltdown. I tell him, I’m so sorry officer, I’ve never had to do this. My husband just died. I don’t know what to do.” She wipes the tears from her eyes and continues “this cop came and put his arms around me and told me that it was going to be ok and that they were going to work with

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 pursues him on foot. Mr. Brown stops and turns toward Officer Wilson, who also stops. Mr. Brown moves toward Officer Wilson, who fires several more shots. Mr. Brown is fatally wounded.10

Driving along the freeway from church. You suddenly see flashing lights through your rear view mirror.You keep driving only to find out that the lights that are flashing are for you to pull over. The officer steps out of his car with with his gun drawn. He approaches your car and you ask the question did I do something wrong officer? He never answers your question. You suddenly feel anxious, sweaty, and nervous because you just saw on the News that a man named Freddie Gray was shot and killed by police because his van was broke down on the side of the freeway. You ask the question officer did I do something wrong? And the officer says put your hands up. Your hands are up and your being compliant and the officer starts yelling and the next thing you hear is gunfire.Your family gets a call that you were killed

I had one assault charge whenever I was really young, I got detained for a few days then went on my merry way home. About 7 years later, there's another assault charge put against me - whenever someone had spit on me (Hey! That's an assault on a minor!), I had grabbed their throat and put it against a wall - then let go after realizing I just flipped shit.

Melinda had some stolen late passes and used them to hide out in an abandoned janitors closet, afraid of any interactions with her former friends Rachel, Nicole, and Ivy.

This was the end, I survived here for a little over 2 years. I wasn’t Marshal Schwartz, a 35 year old man anymore, I was 566732. I needed to stay alive until I was free, I wanted to tell my tale. My first job was working in the bathrooms, however, the guards realized that my strength could be used to sweep up dead bodies. I hated that job, it was so hard to see the helpless little children. My brother, Judah and I were very strong, people would compare us to Hercules. I came from a wealthy family, my father was a banker so he always away. I used to take care of Judah and my cousin, Sarah. My brother was a genius, he was a regular Einstein. Sarah was 4 years old when her mother and father died in a horrible car crash. I loved them both more

After our encounter with Nallan, who had been promoted from senator to general, I set about to get revenge. I began to sneak around the city, scavenging weapons and supplies necessary to complete my personal mission. I would go to the nearby military base where Nallan was stationed, and learned as much as I could about it. I figured out when the guard shifts were and where the base was most vulnerable. I watched and followed Nallan and learned his schedule so that I would be able to assassinate him. I found a rifle with a few rounds, a sword, and some explosive. I did have to steal armor to protect myself. I didn’t tell Re about my plan because I didn’t want her to follow me and get hurt in the process.

After reading the story “The Myth of the Latin Woman”, I was not astonished that people still to this day carry the mindset of racial stereotyping. Even though that no matter how much a person tries to cast away from their culture to avoid being labeled, they would still be judged from what the world portrays them as. However, even to this day I am and will forever be a victim of being labeled due to the color of my skin.

Misty Lynn Walker once quoted, “A lack of communication breeds assumptions of what the other is thinking or feeling, and assumptions are, more often than not, incorrect.” Guy Vanderhaeghe and William Melvin Kelley proved this statement correct with their unique short stories. Guy Vanderhaeghe’s short story, Cages, is a story of 17 years old boy, Billy, who evinces his emotions about the responsibilities he’s been put in charge of and the lack of affection from his father. Most similarly, William Kelley’s short story, a visit to Grandmother, is a story of a grown up man, Charles, who confronts his mother about her iniquitous love between himself and his elder brother. Lack of communication between parents and children can lead to a weak relationship

Becoming a truck driver was the last thing I thought I would be doing. I was a child care provider and loved it. I never could see myself doing anything except caring for children and then this wonderful opportunity came along and changed everything. I realized things sometimes don’t go as planned especially in this changing economy, and that’s when the most adventurist, scariest and yet fulfilling career change I have ever made was staring me in the face.