The Criminal-Personal Narrative
The criminal lay on the thin, hard, bed, his feet dangling over the edge by several inches. The moonlight that filtered through the bars of his cell lay in patches on his torso, hands, and floor. The criminal’s beady eyes fixed on the door as the distinct stomp of a guard approached. The viewing slot on the top of the door slid open and the convict’s least favorite guard leered at him. It was obvious by the jailer’s gormless smile, bloodshot eyes and his stench-- reeking of cheap alcohol, that the idiot was drunk. Instinctively, the criminal curled up, placing his hands behind his neck as an empty beer bottle sailed past him, joining the shards of its predecessors in the corner. As the viewing slot clanged shut for the night, the man was filled
Red Mango Street Monologue
292 Words | 2 PagesEven though it was no later than late afternoon, the lack of windows to the outside made the place of jailment damp and cool. Torches had to be lit for human eyes to see in the dark places. The warm glow of orange light fell upon the cell mates as she tried to find the words appropriate for what she was trying to say. She wanted to...looking at the man again she realized he was the cause she was in the cell. She did not want to thank this man.
Troy Davis: Murdered By Police
1168 Words | 5 PagesA month earlier, a woman had been raped and murdered in her home, and police suspected that a neighbor named Kirk Eaton had done it. When they saw Allen walking a few blocks away from the crime scene, they originally thought he was Eaton, so they brought him in. Even when Detective Herbert Riley realized that he had arrested the wrong man, he didn’t let Allen go, instead interrogating him anyway. Allen was mentally ill and during questioning he admitted to being drunk. No matter how many times Allen protested that he was innocent, the detective didn’t let him go.
9/11 Short Stories
2452 Words | 10 PagesHe started reading, “Officer Simpson arrested Mr. Barnes last night after an accident where a man died. Mr. Barnes’s blood alcohol level was eight times the legal limit. After arresting him, the officer noticed the injuries and placed him in the medical ward. Later Mr. Barnes asked for and received a pencil and paper. Later, while making his rounds, the deputy discovered Mr. Barnes’ body hanging from the bars with strips of sheets around his neck and the deputy pronounced him dead.
Lancaster County Jail Narrative
650 Words | 3 PagesIn the gritty green visitation room I sat across him for the first time in a month when a prison guard barked that I was not to hug my father. We all pretended nothing was wrong, until my father callously made a rude remark to my mother. I was resigned yet disappointed; I had really believed jail may have enlightened him to his boorish behavior. Perhaps it was in this moment that I separated my situation from his; I had been incarcerating myself. The next day I mustered all of the hope I could, revealing bloodshot eyes as I asked my teacher if I could retake my tests.
Gorilla Convict: Personal Narrative Analysis
190 Words | 1 PagesSurprisingly enough I can actually relate to Gorilla Convict. This past summer my family traveled to colombia for vacation. We had a great time and created a lot of memories with each other, but it was on the way back to the states where it was the most memorable. My family is big on bringing souvenirs from places we 've been, so we decided to bring Colombian currency back home in a frame. We are in line for getting our bags checked and I see this black shadow handcuff my Dad who is 6’5 and brings him into a room.
Personal Narrative: An Interview With Juveniles
1692 Words | 7 PagesInterviewer: First question and I’m going to go off script a little bit, I always do; I think you get better information that way. So, first off, do you remember using it, do you remember using it all back in – Interviewee: You gave me two case numbers and I remember using one.
Personal Narrative: Cop Detective
672 Words | 3 PagesCop Detective My shoe has six inch heels and police lights around the top edge. These pumps have lights and a little car bumper on the front of the toes. The back heel also has "POLICE" flashing across it. Almost all of the shoe is black except for a little on the bottom and the sides.
Personal Narrative: Criminal Justice
132 Words | 1 PagesIt took them a whole month before i could go before a judge. I was sitting in my cell waiting for the correctional officer to come get me. I was ready to be outside these damn walls. Being here for over a month was killing me, I was missing out on my money and I haven't been getting no pussy. I mean there was some correctional officers that liked fucking inmates, but I didn’t feel right stepping out on Carmen
Personal Narrative-The Incarceration Of Myself
563 Words | 3 PagesI need to take a walk and clear, my head about this About why I can’t go out without changing my clothes, my shoes, my body posture, my gender identity, my age, my status as a woman. The point being that I can’t do what I want to do with my own body because I am... the wrong sex, the wrong age, the wrong skin, because I was wrong, wrong again to be me. And even tonight suppose it was not here in the city but down on the beach or far into the woods
Personal Narrative: The Criminal Justice System
150 Words | 1 PagesIt was a warm March day. The semester had just reached the halfway point and people were scrambling to get grades up, to finish projects, and meet deadlines. Through all the chaos of school nobody was able to see the new era that was about to be thrust upon them. It was speculated and rumored about, that the Principle, Wade Martin, was scheming something sinister, nothing the likes of Middle Creek have ever seen before. It was his mad power grab, The Tardy Policy.
Narrative Identity In Canadian Criminology
1710 Words | 7 PagesThis paper explores the implication of narrative in the context of Canadian criminology and explores its influence on criminality and criminal desistance. In the research of both humanitarian and social sciences, narrative criminology emerged nearly a decade after most other fields had adopted the concept of narrative identity into their research and social perspective. The examination of society and identity in the perpetuation and changes in our social moral codes that define deviance, and by extension, crime through determining normalcy. Narrative identity is the theory that identity develops from the contextualization and internalization of external culture by the individual. Through this, the individual understands their place in the narrative
Frank Stevenson's Murder: A Short Story
270 Words | 2 PagesFrank Stevenson lay sprawled on the on the cold concrete floor of the stairwell, His neck in an unnatural position. It was a wet Thursday morning and the stench of garbage filled the air. Mrs. Nelson from the first floor was the first to arrive at the scene she did not rush to administer first aid for she recognized the face. Lights from surroundings windows glowed over the stairwell, in the early dawn. Mrs. Nelson, phone in hand began to describe the crime scene.
Personal Narrative: The Mock Trial
507 Words | 3 PagesAs the only other person except for my mother who works in our family, I have to support her. Everything I earn goes towards rent payments each month. If there are any leftovers, I try to cover my personal expenses, such as club dues. As a fan of debate and public speaking, I decided to join Mock Trial at the beginning of my junior year.
Personal Narrative: The Mafia
2433 Words | 10 PagesThe Mafia. An infamous sect of society that exists solely to undermine the law and to accumulate great wealth through all sorts of shady deals. But are mobster happy? Do they enjoy what they do? Overall, what is life like for a mobster?
Personal Narrative: The Accused Of Murder
1208 Words | 5 Pages4 After two years her lawyer proofed her innocent showing evidence when the murder took place she was still at the match. Miss Green tomorrow you will be released the lady lawyer said to her. Thanks she murmured and a lady police officer led her back to her cell.
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