In the short story, “Bullet in the Brain” we witnessed a crime scene at a bank at a bank around closing time with a man who couldn’t keep his mouth shot getting him shot by one of the robbers.
The final minutes of a TD Bank being opened two men in blue suits and ski masks attempted an armed robbery. One of the men was carrying a pistol and another was carrying a sawed off shotgun. They took down the security guard at the door, cuffed him, and forced him to let them in. As they walked in they handed each of the bank tellers a bag and forced all of them to fill it. A man at the age of 50 named Anders spoke his mind during the crime scene and put himself in a very bad situation between him and the robbers getting him shot right in the skull and ended up being the only man killed during the crime scene. A woman by the name of Zabelle was standing in front of him the entire time and told us that he had received many warnings from the robbers to stop talking and that he shouldn’t mess with them but instead couldn’t take them seriously and started bursting out laughing in the middle of the bank which drove the robber to putting a bullet in his brain. Zabelle also added that he seemed “open minded and couldn’t keep anything to himself, he just had to always share what he was thinking. It seemed like he wanted this to happen to himself.” One of the bank tellers was hoping that Anders would keep quiet so that it didn’t have to be as bad as the situation already was. The police arrived at the scene too late as the robbers have escaped with thousands of dollars. The security cameras couldn’t identify any of the men and they are still on the loose today. The height of these two men are 6’4” and 5’11”. The shorter one is a little chubbier than the taller one and the taller one has a tattoo on his neck of a the date “11/11/11”. They drove off in a red ford focus with no license plate and a dent on the bumper of the car. So far this is all that the FBI was able to identify of these two men. If these men are found, captured, and brought to the police, the FBI will issue a $10,000 reward.
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In the short story, “Redeployment” we see Sgt. Price coming home from a 7 month deployment in Iraq and he has to adjust to things the way they used to be. The main thing he noticed the most is how his dog Vicar got more and more sick over the years.
Vicar throwing up in the house was the final straw. My wife wanted to take Vicar to the vet but I made an argument saying that I can do it myself for free and not waste any money for someone to do the same thing he can do. Making my own own decision and being the rebel I am I take Vicar out late at night behind my wife’s back to the trail we normally would go to. I thought it would be a very simple procedure because I’ve shot many dogs during my deployment. I take my rifle and load it with the one bullet I would need and as I’m about to pull the trigger all these memories of the three of us come to mind and how happy my wife was and I feel like she would be devastated to see me go behind her back like this. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and pulled the trigger aiming right between the eyes. I came home with a trash bag that Vicar’s body was in and the entire ride home I had no idea how I was gonna play this the next morning when she would ask where Vicar has gone. I come in turn on the lights and there she is sitting on the couch with her arms and legs crossed giving me the death stare. She notices that Vicar was missing and not sleeping in the bed he usually sleeps in. Without saying a word she grabs the trash bag and dumps out the body onto the floor with blood splattering everywhere. I saw tears go down her cheeks and she began sobbing. I try comforting her but she pushes me away and goes back to our bedroom. I stand there for a few minutes thinking to myself, “what have I done?” I go to our bedroom to talk to her about this and she already has a bag packed ready to leave. Not telling me where she’s going or what her plan is she leaves the house with everything she owns and ever since that night I haven’t seen or heard from her since. I knew i just made the biggest mistake of my life because two of the most valuable things in my life are now gone and I feel like I have nothing to live for anymore. In the text, “The Lottery” shows that getting chosen randomly isn’t always a good thing. It kind of reminded me a little bit about the hunger games only instead of having 24 people chosen to execute one another it was only one person out of the whole village to be stoned to death.
Some themes of “The Lottery” are tradition, violence, and choice. For many years the lottery in this village has been a tradition and they have used the same black box from the start. No matter how faded it got or how old it was getting they continued using the same old black box from the start. One major similarity between America’s traditions and the village in “The Lottery” is that there is always one winner. But in the small village you never want to be chosen unlike the American lottery today. Just like the black box in the village that can never be replaced, Philadelphia has a tradition that the tallest building in the city has to have a statue of William Penn on the top. Even if a building is built bigger than the current tallest one the city will put a statue on the top to honor a tradition that seems like will never die or ever be replaced. My family is very religious and honestly I’m not so over the years of going to catholic school for 11 years it basically got forced into my head that there is a God. When I was in high school I was questioning if there really was someone up there. I had a talk with my parents about it and I’ve never seen them so frustrated in my life considering all the years I did at catholic school and that we went to church pretty often me even thinking that really shocked them. The VERY next day it was all clear to me that there is someone up there because of multiple events that happened to me in a span of 24 hours. First when bringing back trash cans that were flipped over on the side of the road i flip them back over and a lot of loose trash falls out. I then open up my freezer and a bag falls onto my foot. Later that night I turn on the kitchen sink and the hose was switched on and it sprayed all over me. That last moment made me realize that there is someone watching over us and that I should never doubt him again. Please copy and paste the following bullet points into your blog post and complete the following:
Lulu Wang tells us a story about her grandmother being diagnosed with lung cancer. Instead of the family telling her they built a lie to protect her because they thought knowing about the sickness would have led to fear and depression which would have eventually led to her killing herself. Was it the right thing for the family to keep this secret from her though? In China doctors don’t tend to give the patient news instead they tell the family and what Lulu’s family found out was that her grandmother only had 3 months to live. Honestly keeping it a secret wasn’t the worst thing you could have done, but building the lie to be as big as it was took it completely over the top. First the family made a fake medical report saying that Lulu’s grandmother was fine and then planned a fake wedding which was really a goodbye party for her grandmother and the hardest part was that they had to show nothing but happiness there. Keeping a secret from someone especially this dangerous could really hurt someone if they find out and you don’t tell them. Even though this whole time Lulu’s grandmother had breast cancer and kept it a secret from everybody. So who was really wrong here? The whole family kept one lie and Lulu’s grandmother kept another.
About three years ago I still remember the day that I saw my grandfather in the hospital for the last time. The conversations, who was there, and what happened has been burned into my memory. He had a tumor that started in his eye and spread throughout his body over the course of a year. One day he was perfectly fine and then he woke up the next morning seeing double vision and was completely confused with what was happening. Eventually he was barely able to use his arms and soon he couldn’t even walk on his own anymore. Coming in and out of the hospital about once to twice a month was not only hard on him but also my grandmother who took care of him from day one. My parents, Uncle, Aunt, Grandmother, and I sat in a private room for the last time waiting for the doctor to give us news saying he wasn’t going to make it. We had options to either let him go slowly or keep him unconscious while they put a tube into his stomach feeding him but that only would have made him last an extra week at most. So we As he was in the ICU we came up to him telling him that it was time and what we were going to do. He couldn’t respond with words but he was able to hear us and i felt him squeeze my hand as we were telling him. It had to be the hardest day of my life letting someone that has been in my life since day one go and telling him the bad news made things even harder for me to accept. |