A Short Story Of A Vigilante

I, Deputy Grant told dispatch to get in contact with the Billie Joe Anderson from Casey General Store and get more information. I told them to find out the unknown woman 's name, (if known) what she was driving, whom she was with, and what she was wearing, as well as any other information the cshe could remember.

The sun was kissing the horizon; the day was just beginning, and the sweet sounds of the birds morning sound had awakened me. I was sitting in the same spot I do day after day, happy and well rested. I awoke from my peaceful slumber with a large, clanging chime that echoed off the walls and the roof. The sounds of footsteps stomped down the stairs, and there, as always, was Todd. And as he always does, he shuffled his way to the kitchen and turned on the coffee. Finally, as the aroma of burnt coffee grounds filled the air, a new day had begun.

The day felt as if it could not come fast enough to finally see my beloved grandpa. My entire family hopped into my mom's van and we made the drive to Unity Hospice in Green Bay. We parked in what

I saw a tall man in a long overcoat, with his collar turned up to his ears. He rushed directly to me. I assumed it was Jimmy Wells, since he knew my name. We both started talking about the old restaurant, which was torn down. Then, we both started to talk about the twenty years that had passed. Then I realized it was not Jimmy Wells. It was a soldier who brought me a piece of paper from Jimmy. I sure was scared to unfold the piece of paper. And as soon as I unfolded the paper and read it, I was under arrest for being wanted in Chicago. The End my fellow

And with that I hung up and turned my music back up. It was going to be a long ride, at least eight hours. Leaning over my steering wheel I looked up at the sky and found clouds forming. I hoped the snow wasn’t enough to greatly impact my driving. I had passed out of the town and into the next and the next town after that. Eventually I reached a town somewhat in the middle of Illinois. The town was called Mattoon. It wasn’t the most welcoming town I’ve seen. There were a lot of worn down buildings that looked like they had been burned to their last wooden plank. I had been driving for almost three hours, and my stomach was screaming at me to feed it. I decided to stop at the nearest gas station. As I pulled in even the store looked like someone had beaten it with a bat on every wall. The glass windows seemed to appear shattered as several spider legged cracks webbed across the surface making the inside look dark and horrendous. As I hesitantly opened the door that created a creaking noise that sounded like muffled screaming that you would hear while in the middle of abandoned woods where every tree would mold a different unnerving face at you, surrounding you with the sound of its bark screeching at you. The inside was worse than the outside. Every shelf was varnished with dust. The dissatisfying smell of mold and liquor created a feeling of sick eruption in my stomach. Nothing in the gas station looked pleasing to my appetite whatsoever. I never took the time to realize I was the only one standing in the odious gas station. I was the only one in here, but I could sense an eerie presence. I hectically moved to the door trying to get out of the building causing me to choke on the unpleasant smell. Before my hand could reach the handle I felt an excruciating pain spread across the nerves of my skull. And with that my heavy eyelids shut abruptly and I feel to my knees. I woke up in a

The idea of vigilante justice is popular in books, on television, and in movies, I don't think justice is achieved if the vigilant died afterwards. For example in, "And then there were none", the vigilante ends up also dying at the end. It's a lose lose situation. Instead of achieving justice and killing all the "murderers" he a became a murder himself. The three reasons i think he did not achieve justice are, first of all to achieve justice he wouldn't have died he would've wanted the attention for what he did "right". Second of all, I believe that most of the people he killed were innocent. Lastly, justice was not achieved because justice is another way of saying fair,, as in playing fair.. Which is the exact opposite of what justice

It’s 5:30 in the morning, my alarm is ringing. I get up quickly, my hearts racing. I think to myself, “Today is the day I’m leaving for Fresno, for WBA Championships (Western Band Association).” I eat breakfast, pack my things and say goodbye to my family. I arrive at Logan to meet up with the rest of the band. Walking into the band room was like walking into a cemetery, everyone looks dead. We all load our luggages and suitcases on the bus, we are all seated now and roll is taken to make sure everyone is here. The bus driver, who to me was one of the most hilarious people I have met, began the turn on the engine and I feel the bus rumble as the engine started. My eyes felt heavy, so I close my eyes to begin to sleep and this is the beginning of my exhilarating and hilarious 2-day journey.

A trickle of fear had her lying motionless with her eyes closed, straining to hear the slightest noise. A deep sigh of regret and the pressure of a body by her side made her acutely aware that she wasn’t alone.

Have you ever got into a fight with a family member? Then it ends and the

It all began with a phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds upset.”As long as I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie. Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walked out my front door with all the enthusiasm of a man going to stand before a firing squad.

And that was the last thing I remember, now i'm standing on the corner of Shelmet and Maine. I recognize the area, it’s not too far from my house, but a few of the buildings are different now. I walk across the street to a old-fashioned diner and as I approach the door the cashier yells “no dogs aloud!” I look down and Mabel is standing right beside me. I leave the diner and along

Everything was like it was the last time she'd been down there. The dryer there where her daddy did his filthy deed. The window that opened to the ground level beside the house, where she had assumed the other man had come in from that night.

There was an eerie silence for a minute or so. I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I couldn’t process what was happening. I just stared at her. A faint white blur in the distance growing smaller. I wanted to go to her. To protect her like I promised I would do, but I could only float away. I couldn’t bring myself to look back at her so instead I turned to look at the fading wreck that had once been our ship.

“My favorite memory was when we were helping a family in need after a fire, just being able to be there and help them… it was pretty tragic to them.” “So, I bet that made you feel good as a human being?” “Yeah, it always is good to help others.” he replied. “Okay, so what is your most tragic moment, if you’re comfortable talking about it?” I asked. “Yeah, I will try to explain it.” he responded. “Okay, try your hardest.” “We had to go to a call that a guy put a shotgun into his mouth and blew his head off.” he said. “If you’re comfortable, would you mind explaining the call?” i asked. “Yeah… our pagers went off, our zones dropped, I grabbed my son Ben. We jumped into the truck; it was his very first call with me, he just became a junior firefighter. So, we got to the end of the road, sheriff went by, got behind him, the sheriff was lost, the call came out on Hamilton Road instead of Hamilton Terrace, we got to the scene. Ben, the sheriff and I were the very first ones to the scene and it was very tragic to see a guy there with… no head. Danny said with a sad look. “How did that affect you?” I asked. “I mean, it didn’t really affect us, when you become a firefighter, a paramedic or something like that, you just gotta let it roll, you can’t be depressed over it. We don’t want it to happen, but it happened.” he replied. “That must of been pretty scary for Ben, since it was his very first call.” I said. “Yes, he didn’t know what to do in a situation like that.” he said. “I

She would not tell me an address but she pointed in the direction south of Fairmount towers. I asked her if she could give me her first name. She said her name was Sondra (possibly Sandra). I asked her for her last name and she said it was Adams. I asked Sondra for her birth date and she said what sounded like 09-05-1968. At this point Sondra asked if she could just leave the property and not come back. I asked Officer Abbey if he was okay with this and he agreed that was fine. We informed Sondra to avoid campus so there are no other issues in the