On 03/11/17, at 7:48pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 900 Midland Ave on a dog’s at large, patrol only. I arrived in the area and drove around. I was driving southbound on Midland Ave when two grey and white pit bull run in front of my vehicle; I stopped my vehicle and took pictures of the dogs loose. The dogs ran northbound on Midland Ave. I turned my vehicle around to give chase. The dogs were let into 900 Midland Ave by unknown juveniles. I approached the house and knocked on the door. An unknown female and dog keeper Haley Stanley came out of the house. I advised them of the situation and that I needed to talk to the dog owner. I was advised that the dog owner wasn’t home. I advised the unknown female and Ms. Stanley…
“Wow sounds like this was starting to get interesting. So who was Darcy and what did they tell Fisk that lead to all of this?” Terry asked.…
On the first day of practice he introduced himself as “Jimmy Johnson” our defense line coach. He had a beer belly and glasses and slick wet hair and nappy eye brows and an itchy musty beard. His breath smelled like dog liver. My first impression of him is he just looks weird and mean. We began practice we ran around cones. We went over plays. Where we should line up according to the offense. Coach Johnson always thought he knew what is best for us. He would have running like slaves on D’jango. Coach ran the soles off my cleats. After all this running, my girdle begun chafing creating a rash like an unchanged baby. My feet would always hurt after practice. Looking down my feet was throbbing like a heartbeat. We would run all the lines on the…
I suddenly realized that no one could ever find out. Rushing to my car I flung the door open and got inside. Racing home I felt the nerves stream through my body. Inside the house I gradually walked to my bedroom and stepped inside. Creeping over to the loose floorboard I felt the sweat drip from my palm. Kneeling down I moved the old board aside and picked up the substantial object. The leather brown sides felt rough as I gently ran my fingers over it. Gathering my thoughts I brought myself to open the ominous object. The bold black letters appeared to be more frightening than I thought. Jaxson Eugene Brown emerged from the thick yellow page and sent a shiver down my back. As I continued to read the frightening book the last sentence almost stopped me in my tracks. May 1st, 2016 Jaxson Eugene Brown will be pronounced dead.…
“Sometimes quiet is violent,” those words ring into the teeming stadium as thousands of zealous fans sing along. One of those fans happen to be myself, standing in the middle of the pit of people. Two shadowy silhouettes exist on stage; one on the piano and the other on the drums. Then suddenly the lights flash revealing an immense sign labeled Twenty One Pilots. Tyler Joseph on the piano, and Josh Dunn on the drums. Tyler only concentrates on the piano, barely letting the singing crowd impede his focus. Josh is coated in a thick layer of sweat, as he gently strikes the cymbals, just enough to give an ominous feel. As the middle of their song, “Car Radio” approaches, Josh asks Tyler to sit in a chair. Although we want to cheer, conversely, we watch in anticipation, as Tyler obscured by a white sheet, just barely covering his scrawny body. Abruptly, Josh removes the sheet, and Tyler is gone.…
We rushed out of the door as we felt relieved that the horrifying experience was finally over, but it was definitely worth the long, but seemingly short wait into the asylum. Every Halloween, my mom and I will return to the Baldwin Asylum. We will always remember the fear that ran throughout our veins before we take our first step into the darkness once again.…
Even his folks don’t act like they think it suspicious that their next to the youngest boy has just gone missing, but maybe they don’t know Jubal like I know Jubal either. Him and me are tight, we always have been. I don’t think there is anything that he don’t know about me or me about him. That’s why I know something is terribly wrong for him just to disappear like that. He wouldn’t run off without telling me; he would’ve probably wanted me to go with him if he was running away. We do everything together… tell each other everything…
On February 5th, 1992, I, Richard Joseph Gallot, was born at two fifteen in the morning, at St. Francis Medical Center. I am the son of Rick Gallot and Tammy Johnston and I am the only child. As an infant, I lived in Grambling, Louisiana, on one forty one Gallot drive. For about the next two years, my parents developed issues with each other. Then, at the age of two years old, my parents divorced. My father got custody of me and continued living in Grambling while my mother moved around the west coast. From age two until about age twelve, I have been traveling back and forth from Grambling to Dallas. It was hard for me to understand why both of my parents aren’t waking me up every morning together, like all my friends at school. As a child I…
With sweat drenching their bodies and taking deep gulps for air, five young men sling their arms over each other’s shoulders and take their final bow. The crowd’s cheers erupt into shrieks and tears; for they have just witnessed the boy band One Direction perform live in concert. My screams too, can be heard throughout my house as I watch this video on YouTube vowing to myself that one day I will see One Direction in concert. I make this promise to myself, as my screams then morph into tears of joy and longing as the members of One Direction exit the stage.…
When Lance and I went to my house, I called Beatriz to open the door, Beatriz opened the door and saw us, Lance said "Hi." but Beatriz just frowned at Lance, I told Lance to stay at the living room while I'll go upstairs to get my stuffs. I went to my room to grab my gaming stuffs, I saw the phone of the girl so I decided to get it because there is something inside of me, hoping that I can see her again. When I was going downstairs, I saw Lance and Beatriz sitting in the couch, the two is near to each other so Lance try to put his arm over Beatriz's shoulders, I'm about to go over-protective mode but Beatriz stood up and said that she is going to feed Butters and when Beatriz is in the kitchen, she looked to me and silently laughing while pointing…
I yearn to shatter my chrysalis To rupture my chrysalid womb to find myself in another realm without protection As I forgo my haven of Safety and security I find the life and blood pumping into my wings My wings crinkled and wet As delicate as rice paper Gaily intricately coloured in scarlet hue, those vivid yellow blades All radiant and fiery as the sunset A throbbing pain shot through each spread of these newly acquiesced defenseless delicate appendages…
Two years ago, on a cold Saturday morning, I prepared for my first ever track tryout. I took a shower, put on my clothes, and got into the car. On my way to practice, I felt strong physically, but I also had an undefined, jittery feeling about how the day was going to go.…
As I walk home from school I can feel winter approaching on the small town of Georgetown, Colorado. As I approach my house I watch the the snow slowly begin to fall from the sky and the squirrels collecting their last nuts before winter puts them into their cozy trees. As I walk into the house I am instantly met with the smell of marijuana and whiskey. As I close the door behind my mother slowly arises and gives me the instant look of disapproval. My mother and I never get along very well but I never knew that today would be the last day I step foot into this house filled of disapproval and addiction.…
We walked into the lunchroom, through the double doors Food mopped off the linoleum floors. I walked to my table with my tray Chicken again today… yay! I bite into my mashed potatoes Some kid next me had halos I eat the chicken cold and dry I should have gotten deli, I don’t know why I sat with my friends, Jim and Tom…
I heard my mother's voice whispering in my ear to get up. She cried” “get up baby wake up NOW!” i woke in a panic not knowing what was going on. I looked around for my mother but she was nowhere to be found. Suddenly I hear i window bust open. I quickly went to see where the noise came from and there it was the boogie man.i was so afraid all i could do was scream in terror. I didn't know weather to run or drop to the floor. I remember my mother telling me when the boogie man shows up pray to god because he is the only one who can take the bad thoughts away. So I instantly dropped to the floor and prayed. “Dear god please take these gut wrenching hallucinations away in jesus name I pray amen.” I opened my eyes and just like that he had disappeared. The window was not broken and i could finally breath again. It was like he was never there.…