Gun-Personal Narrative

When I was a kid, I did not think about gun violence. In fact, I grew up in a household that accepted guns. My dad, uncle, and grandfather all owned guns, and I never really gave much thought about it. When I was younger my dad bought me a little BB gun and taught me how to use it. We used to go outside in our backyard which was all fenced off. He taught me all the safety precautions, and set up the paper targets for me to shoot. I always believed that was normal, everyone owned guns. I didn't realize the importance in which they played, in our society, for protection, until July 20, 2012. I watched the frightening and horrific incident that took place in a no gun-zone theater in Aurora, Colorado. It was that day at my house that the importance of guns became very clear to me. As I watched the intense news, I saw how all those victims were in danger, and how they appeared so helpless. They were trapped, and left with nothing to do but call 911, and wait for the police to show up. In the last five years, I have come to realization the importance that guns play, whether or not it is in a gun-free zone or not. They are a base of protection, because attackers will always find away to obtain them.

First, there is the story my mother told me when I was a teenager. Before then I never realized how dangerous and scary it can be for woman. Years ago, my mother had been the victim of gun violence. She was in high school when it happened. Around the time of the incident, there was a news report of a man, a rapist that had attacked a few women in the area. The news advised women to have someone accompany them if they were to be out walking. Although my mother had seen the report, she figured she would be safe walking around her own neighborhood. Later that week, she was walking home from school, walking along the same route that she took every day after school. She was alone. Her mind wandered, as it did most days when she walked home alone.

Through the penetrating darkness of the night, I glance at my clock. The bright red numbers show up in the sea of black: 3:27 AM.

I have not personally had an experience with gun violence, but I know people who have had a run in with the danger of it. For example, a teacher of mine, Mr. Ritchie, a good portion of his relatives from his moms side have all had guns pointed at their head. I believe Mr. Ritchie lives in Crown Heights, or Brooklyn. His grandfather was getting ready to get in his car and drive home, and out of no where, a man shows up points a gun at his head and jacks his car and drives off. Additionally, another teacher from last year (whom i quite like ^u^), Mr. Krugelki also had a run in with gun violence. He is working his shift at a party store, when a man walks in (notice the pattern?) a asks for something, as Mr.K turns his back to get what the man

I have heard and others must certainly must have heard it in their life. An impending number of 33,000 annual deaths from which rises an ideology. Many from high government officials, media news reporters, teaching faculty to the common american citizen follow this ideology that feeds on ignorance, fear, and sometimes straight out lies. I used to be part of that group, for some reason something held me back whether it was fear or guilt. The debate over gun control.

. Givens, Tom. " Millions of New Gun Owners Need Right Kind of Training." SAF Training Division.

He realized that he wasn’t going to escape from this monster. He heard more growls and laughs there was more monster coming after him waiting to drink his red liquid in his body. They were getting closer. John heard bats and he thought to himself that these aren’t humans they are

Over 43% of Americans own a gun for either sporting or protection (“21 unbelieveable”). Guns have been improved throughout many years and there are still many people making many improvements yet today. The history and evolution of guns improved by the creators who made them and how the improvements better helped the gun overall are some of the things you will find in this paper.

So the killer runs down the street into a dark alley the alien says call 911 and tell them that a cop needs help and the candy store. The cops get there and the alien is getting back from going after the killer. So the alien says” come on I know where he is”. So they get to the house and the alien says” you take the front and I will take the back.”

As the shots rang out, a bullet struck the top of her mother's head. Part of her skull fell into the pit. The momentum of her falling mom carried the little girl down with her. Her mother's body partially shielded her. The girl lay perfectly still, afraid to even breathe as the shooting continued.

My breaths become shorter and shorter, and I begin to hyperventilate. I look around. The only other way out my room is the window, and I don’t have time to open it. I have no choice but to stay in this room; I am trapped. The pounding on the door gets louder and stronger each time. I shiver and run to the corner of my room, terrified of my kismet. Chipped wood flies everywhere as the door is finally burst

A sudden movement on a nearby beam jerks me sideways. The hideous rat screeches to life. I hate rats. Screaming, I slide out the attic door and plunge down the ladder, landing in a heap on the

I hear them get closer and closer as the porch creaks every step to the door. My heart feels like its pounding through my chest, and sweat is pouring off my face as I sprint in a panic. I hear the key turning and the door opening just as I jump out the window.

Emily Dickinson is a poet known for her cryptic, confusing language. Words are often put together in an unusual way and create deciphering difficulties for the reader. But behind all the confusion is a hidden meaning that becomes clear, and one realizes that all the odd word choices were chosen for a specific reason. The poem I will try to analyze is My Life Had Stood—A Loaded Gun, or number 754. I find this to be one of her most difficult poems to decode. However, I find the images fascinating and the last stanza very confusing but intriguing. What I first thought the poem was about and what I finally came to a conclusion on are two completely different thoughts. Through answering questions on the poem’s literary elements, thorough

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