6.6: A Fictional Narrative

1. He warned him of a bad ending and his life's in danger. It relates to the story that he is really going to die

And do you know what he said to me? With his dying breath... He told me he loved me. And that he forgave me. He turned the other cheek. I murdered my best friend in the world and before he left this world he said he loved me.

he did it again so I throw my first punch I punch him right in the jaw he falls and he says “ holly sh!t you punched me so hard I seen God” Ignacio and the group of people

sight of him. He knocked on my front door with a strong hand. I open up the door to a 5’ 6”

Imagine a police chase being broadcasted on tv for millions of people to see, a man who is running now with a gun, money, and a disguise less than twenty four hours after his ex wife and new lover were murdered. Now he is being arrested and tried with their murders and against all evidence pointing towards the rest of his life in prison, he is released after 16 months of awaiting a verdict. Well this isn’t a soap opera and that isn’t Sonny Corinthos, that is your favorite athlete, former heisman trophy winner and celebrity, Oj Simpson. On October 3rd 1995, Oj Simpson was found innocent of killing Nicole Simpson and her believed lover Ron Goldman in one of the most controversial and corrupt court cases ever. Many people

Ray Karner was a 35 year old man who shovels dead bodies into furnaces. He was the type of person who loved memories. Anything he thought was meaningful, he immediately jotted down in his diary. He had a daughter and a wife who he loved dearly. Many memories of them took up about half of his small pocket book. One after another, great days would pass by. But later he soon came to realize that things don’t always seem the way you want them to be.

I killed him. I killed him in the most inhuman way possible. I alwats wanted his heart. They told me to win it ive to be better than her, the woman he is in love with. So i tried. To people it was a mere competition but to me it was like a battle. But no matter how wonky she was or hoe perfect i pretended myself to be, to him, it was always her. I hated how she effortlessly could calm down the storms in his heart which he never even told me about, how he used to talk to her till the sunrise and talk about her till the sunset.

the monster; he seemed to jeer, as with his fiendish finger he pointed towards the corpse of my dead

I would not even have spoken to him or touched his hands. He has reached such a state of recklessness, that though he could have destroyed all my plans by forcing me out of the country, he has allowed me to remain this one day, in which I will turn three of my enemies into corpses, the father, the daughter, and my husband I have many ways to kill them;[21] I do not know which to try first, my friends. Whether I should set the bridal chamber on fire or thrust a sharp sword through her liver, in silence going into the house where the bed is laid. .”

“They let me out after I proved I was good. I had to kill everyone that was necessary in order to be with your dad because I loved him first. I knew him first too. And now it’s your turn.”

The role of Snowball in Animal Farm The book Animal Farm, written by George Orwell, uses an allegory to represent the Russian revolution of 1917 by using animals as real-life characters. This story takes place in Willingdon, England, and is aimed at adults interested in politics. While this story seems simple, it has many hidden details that have to do with politics and power.

It definitely wasn’t supposed to be a chase through downtown Santa Monica, either. Only, when you’re dodging strangers and jumping over benches, that’s exactly what it was. Mickey could hear the irritated warnings and yelps of innocent bystanders as he pushed through them, trying to keep watch of Dominic, who was doing the same before him. “I see them! They’re heading for the pier!” Mickey turned his head quickly, scanning the hundreds of heads and shuffling bodies. Where were they? Just as Mickey was about to call out to Dominic, he looked up and locked eyes with one of the assassins. His breath hitched in his throat, and he stumbed forward through the sea of people blindly. “Dom! Dominic! They’re on the roof!” Mickey shoved past a line of excited

As someone who is passionate about issues of social justice; who enjoys engaging in a healthy debate; and whose life experiences have fostered an appreciation for legal protection, I am drawn to the academic study of law. Since graduating from my first degree, I have held a variety of jobs including some within the food service industry. It is in fact through my experience working in a field unrelated to law that has reinforced my interest in the study and practice of law. While employed as a waitress, I witnessed countless cases of employers unlawfully deducting workers' wages; ignoring workplace harassment; and refusing to acknowledge an employee's right to take breaks. Having personally submitted an employment-standards claim to the Ministry of Labour, I know how much time is involved in filing a claim against an employer.

comes to the painful realization that "there was nothing to do with him." And he concludes with the

I aimed for the grandmother’s chest, but I ended up shooting her granddaughter’s stomach because she was blocking the way. After that, my boys were stabbing the grandmother and granddaughter; well, at least that’s what Simon said after I panicked and ran away. I’ve done this about a million times before since when I was 9, but why did I run? Was it regret? I never had regret. Pity? I never have pity but to the ones who died from my hands. But she didn’t die; did she? I started tearing up for a second because somehow the granddaughter reminded me so much of my sister.