Cold Shot Monologue

What do you think it would be like to be shot at? In the poem, Here, Bullet, Brian Turner uses a lot of personification and imagery. He describes that without the human and their body, there is basically no point for the bullet. The person shooting the gun isn’t the evil one, it is the Bullet. One of the quotes from the poem that uses personification is, “the adrenaline rush you crave” It describes the feeling the Bullet has as it is being shot.

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A man's hunting skills and inclinations are fostered early in childhood, often beginning when he is only a toddler. Toy bows and arrows are given to small children at a young age. Stationary

Cold sweat dripped down the back of my neck as I sat upright in bed. I’d had a... What was it called? Someone had told me it was a nightmare... but who would tell me that? Certainly not the men in the other room. They only talked if they were telling me to do something.

Two new deer hunters decided to separate to increases their chances. “What if we get lost?” says one of them. “Fire three shots up in the air, every hour on the hour” says the other. “I saw it on TV.” Sure enough, one of the hunters gets lost, so he fires three shots up into the air every hour on the hour. The next day the other hunter finds his friend with the help of the Forest Ranger. “Did you do what I said?” asked the hunter. “Yes, I fired three shots up into the air every hour on the hour, until I ran out of arrows.” Bow hunting has been around for many years. Bows have evolved over the years, so much that it is easier to bow hunt now than it was years ago. Everyone should try bow hunting at least once in their lifetime. Bow hunting can be a challenging sport, an exciting sport, and a relaxing sport.

Sitting in the blind looking out over the water Renee and I patiently await the arrival of shoot time. Looking out at the sky with its thin blue line of light on the horizon as the sun begins to rise into the dark sky still above us. Quiet with anticipation and excitement, we start to hear the sounds of nature waking up all around us. We ready ourselves and load our guns as we hear the distant sounds of the first of many groups of ducks and geese that we hope to see this morning. I look down at my watch and then to Renee the time has come. I raise one of my mallard calls to my lips and taking a deep breath I break the silence of the crisp autumn morning with a sharp cracking cadence. Above me I hear the cadence repeated they are coming in

Eugen Herrigel spent five years studying kyudo under Master Kenzo Awa, unlocking both the skills of archery and Zen. After nearly a year, Herrigel begins to practice “loosing” the arrow. Up until this point, Herrigel had just let the arrow fly, paying no attention to the moment of release other than to note the peak of tension. Months go by and Herrigel does not correctly loose a single arrow. Archery, being an extension of consciousness and energy, means Herrigel’s inability

You step of to the holster. You shifting your weight back and forth in anticipation, you can’t wait! You holster is loaded and your hands are itching to hold the bow. Finally after what seems like hours

Dizzy And outside the sky is falling People dodging raindrops, staying dry And inside I never gave a damn About those outside people anyway And it hurt me

Throughout ‘The Gun’ the poet uses numerous methods to convey her changing attitude towards the violent themes associated with bringing a gun into a household as she becomes more acquainted with the new weapon and it acts as the gateway between power and pleasure.

The second stanza, though only two lines in length and undifferentiate by lack of punctuation, carries a powerful message. the cowboy's virtue is directly compared to the dangerous, criminal potential of a bullet in a simile

The cold hunk of metal rests in my hands. My hand on the trigger. Once I had been horrified in the mere image of gun. An object which holds the power to choose whether

You are casually walking down the street. The sun is shining bright upon your skin. You watch the cars quickly driving by hearing the sound of speed. It washes wind onto your warm face. You glance at the people in the cars observing the differing expressions. You look down at your feet noticing the crunch of the orange and yellow leaves beneath them. You look up and you are at a crosswalk. The light still shows a red hand. You patiently wait. The light turns into a walking white figure and you cautiously cross the road. As you are walking a white jeep speeds down the street you look at the vehicle and it is obvious to you that the driver is not paying attention. Before you know it the women in the car, young with chocolate brown hair, slams on her breaks aggressively. Panic danced through her eyes. What do you do in this moment? This person almost hit you when you were considerately following the laws in place. Do you look up with anger in your eyes, your lips letting out words of rage? Seeing the drivers eyes grow big with remorse and fear. Or do you pause, not letting yourself fall into the arms of impulse and put yourself in the women’s shoes. Contemplating your intent before you act.

It had been 3 weeks since I return to the archery field. The early morning runs and practices do make me feel great. It has always been my dream to become an archer like my father. I was the toughest archer in Clementi Town Secondary School. It was not much of a challenge, competing with the neighbourhood school. There were only a few people who I acknowledge their skills.

Many people enjoy riding roller coasters or skydiving because they enjoy the thrill, but there is no thrill like hunting. The rush of seeing the majestic beasts glide through the woods is an experience that few know and many never experience. The adrenaline pushes of pulling the trigger and seeing the arrow fly in slow motion as it streaks through the air will leave your heart pumping faster than anything else, but hunting is not easy and that can’t be seen more through my first experience crossbow hunting.