Damsel of Death Females have been killing just as long as men, but their different methods of killing, such as poisoning and smothering victims, allowed them to slip under the radar (Booth 15). Only two women have been executed in the state of Florida. One of those being the world's first women serial killers, Aileen Wuornos. Aileen will forever be remembered by the public for causing such tragedies. Her experiences during her troubled childhood, coupled with multiple mental health issues, not only makes you feel sorry for her victims but for herself as well.
You are alive, which is a blessing. Your tears are childish and your acts display your unnecessary
My life has been very different from the average person my age. With an unique perspective on life I can offer previously unthought of points. My view on life is one that no child should ever have. My survival has depended on it. An immature, abusive, and neglectful mother forced me to grow up and mature early for the sake of me and my siblings.
As an avid fan of the manipulation of language, double meanings of words have always interested me. “Brilliance” with its multifaceted denotations is my favorite word because it accurately describes the essence of who I am. In one aspect, brilliance means “exceptional talent and intelligence”. I am hard working; I achieve high grades in school and use the wisdom I gain in daily experiences. As a leader, I have to use my insightfulness often to think of quick and efficient ways to lead.
When I was in kindergarten, I did not have friends; my highs and lows oscillated on the approval of others who understood me even less than I did myself. For picture day, I remember being happy to wear my favorite shirt: a Strawberry Shortcake blouse with ruched sleeves. A girl deprecatingly told me I looked like a little kid. I never wore the shirt again. Although I already felt like an outsider, the situation worsened when I moved from Las Vegas to Hawaii.
It was a taciturn gloomy morning, the year of 1862. The 12th of September. At the end of it, I might be with my family again or buried someplace underground. It was my time to go into battle as soon as I finish saying goodbye to my loved ones. The tears slid down my wife’s face and my daughters lingered into their mother’s arms to cover their dripping faces.
An outsider: a person who does not belong. I stepped onto the chilly, uninviting plane with a sparkle of hope and adventure in my eyes. I was flying in an enormous plane to go on a gruesome eighteen hour flight. At first sight, every single person shot at us, not because we were flying a plane. But, because we were eight American-
Since my fourteenth birthday my life has been a series of perfect catastrophes. An outsider would unquestionably deem my life desirable, although nonetheless average. Since fourteen I’ve appeared to have it all; and if you look the part you’re halfway there, right? I say this because people who don’t know me very well will likely describe me as “pretty, popular, and smart,” which are all great attributes to have, but the outside doesn’t always match the inside. I’m not going to tell you I was utterly miserable from the day I entered teenhood because if I did I’d be lying, and wouldn’t that be an awful way to introduce myself to the individuals who hold the power to better my life for the next four years?
My Special Object My dad said to me “let 's go to the store and find a gun.” So we went to Gander Mountain and Cabela 's and found one we ordered it and I said “ I can 't wait for it to come.” When it came it was long sleek barrel and had a nice fine wood grain stock with a silver trigger mechanism and a gold colored trigger. When I shoot it I think of hunting and trap shooting that 's why it 's mostly special to me.
1) Beginning at a young age, I knew who I was. My parents never let me forget neither did the kids at school, I was different than most around me I was a pretty sensitive kid, I saw the good in everything and I always have. The world doesn’t always seem as if it has any good within, but behind the troubles you can sometimes find the beauty in it all.
It was 10:00 & I 'm half awake and I see you post a tbh and I automatically like it next thing you know I get a comment saying "tbh: this emoji describes you " I snap out of my sleepy daze and respond back to you saying "thanks you should hit my phone" fast forward a couple days of texting back and forth I start to feel like this girl could actually put an end to my games that I play with females. I felt that she could actually be the sunshine in my world, that she could be the one blessing in my life of sins. We would talk on the phone every night for the next month.
Chapter One: Awakening My eyes opened slowly, my vision blurry in the dark space. As my sight cleared, I made out the concrete walls of a bunker. My back was against a wall, opposite to an door and staircase leading out of the bunker. I slowly rose to my feet, wearing nothing but tattered cargo pants and an shirt with an large tear down the middle.
I was born on April 25th 2001 and in my childhood I was a very happy kid I loved to talk and meet new people. My parents divorced when I was 2 years old and the custody agreement was that every other weekend I would go to my dad's house and the rest of the time I was with my mom. My 2 Older brothers went to my dad's house every other week instead of every other weekend like I did. The divorce didn't really affect me at all because I was used to it. When I was in first grade my mom married Ray who is now my stepdad and his son Onray lived with my two older brothers Zahir and Kyree.
day is finally my 14 birthday. My parents told me to wait a year to go to Ellis island and it is finally here. Now all I have to do is go from Clonmel to Tramore where the boat will be and from there to france. It has been one long day and my horse, Tug, is getting tired and he needs food. We are almost to Tramore and I am also hungry to.
Summer of 2004 I was born just like a normal everyday boy with a crush on this one girl called Mitsuki Ryoko. I am Yoshimitsu Kira and this is my life story. My family died in 2007 that’s when my dad made me a full demon at first I didn’t like it but then it grew on me the demon was known as Tsukiyomi also known as the god of the moon, I found out that I can really control the moon. I might just protect myself with that or maybe when I grow up ill crush the earth one day.
