Mr Jacks Narrative

Apparently following the trend of illustrations with this week’s primary source, I found an absolute ton of pictures and drawings regarding the Whitechapel murders; the killings that would soon be known as the handiwork of the infamous killer Jack the Ripper. A murderer that has inspired a rather large number of both fictional and nonfictional, literary and film-based works, Jack the Ripper is considered to be one of the more mysterious and interesting killers in the whole of history. I cannot tell you of a time where I haven’t heard of the killer and you’d be hard pressed to find near anyone who hasn’t heard the name used in some form.

When I hear the words “Jack Tales” I think of the tale Jack and the Beanstalk. Where Jack sales his cow for magic beans. Then, his mom throws them out the window and a magic beanstalk through the night. Jack decided to climb the beanstalk several time and while up there he would take stuff from the giant while he was asleep. When Jack tried to steal a magical harm, the giant woke up. Jack rans down the beanstalk with the giant behind him. When he got to the bottom he took his ax and cut down the beanstalk. The giant being on the beanstalk when Jack did this fell down and hit the ground dying.

The day started with a routine training run for Jack Chavez and his squad members, who were all members of the NYPD Emergency Service Unit’s Apprehension Tactical Team, which was an elite group of officers trained in hunting the most dangerous criminals in New York City. The run was nothing new to most of the men, and then had run about two-thirds of the course, when they were suddenly interrupted and ordered to exit the pit and make their way to a briefing room. Upon arrival, Chavez and the team were immediately briefed of a developing situation happening near lower Manhattan. Groups of reportedly home-grown terrorists, armed with automatic weapons, were threatening key targets throughout New York, mostly places with a large civilian presence such as

She finally leaves the park breathless and makes her way towards the direction of the board walk, finding the pathway to access the beach. Hoping to search for her once again at the beach. She called out her name as she moved towards the people who occupied the shore. Then abruptly her phone started to ring against her pants pocket. She reached out and flipped the phone open.

The fluffy, snowflake white clouds play tag in the intensely blue sky. The trees wave continuously, while their bodies remained still. The birds chirped, loudly, outside the clear, old window of the unnecessarily blue antique house that everyone assumed was strange. No one assumed anything strange about the house owners with one daughter, who was naturally spoiled to the core. No one thought anything about her, or how she had an endless amount of shoes and clothes. Not how she never wore the same clothes twice, ever, her name was Katie Brooks, her mother’s name was Moringa Brooks, and finally, the most important of all, her father’s name was Peterson Brooks. Mr. Brooks may not seem important now, but he is, you’ll see. He was actually the

What seemed like a normal day for Jeff Stanley, but little did he know there would be a terrorist attack. He went to work in the south tower when all the sudden there was an explosion at the north tower. He rushed to help others out when they got ordered to evacuate.

Flanagan had reached her desk and picked up the receiver to her phone. “Once second, Sir. I have to give an update on this report or I’ll get another visit from an impatient detective,” she said as she dialed Bobby’s extension. The man got quiet as she heard the connection ring once then twice. Her heart was sinking until she heard the click.

In order to avoid this conversation and time off from work, Jack just went to his doctor's appointment during his lunch break. His problems started after he got back to work from his lunch break. As soon as he got back to the office, he saw his supervisor was sitting on his desk. Jack and associates all seat in one room, they do not have their own rooms, but more like their own desks that are next to each other. At first, he did not understand why his superviser was sitting at his desk and why his coworkers were avoiding the eye contact with him. Did not take long until his boss started to harshly criticize him in front of his colleagues. For the first few minutes the supervisor was loudly yelling without saying was the problem. Jack was very

The Narrator: The narrator is the main character of the novel and can be also known as the invisible man. Most African Americans in the 1930s are known as “invisible” due to the racial slurs and stereotypes they are given by the white race. The narrator is very smart, and has an immaculate vocabulary, but due to his race he feels the need to be naïve, for sake of his future. Throughout the novel the narrator sheds his “naïve” skin and becomes an individual in a very smart way.

Jack in my opinion would be the most important to me, because he was not afraid of anybody or nothing he did not need anybody to help. He was brave but he didn’t have mercy you need to have mercy on some things and some things you don’t need mercy on. Jack was the chief of the hunters he was a warrior he was the one who killed the boar, that took some courage to fight. He was important because he hunted so the other boys could have food. Without food you die his personality traits for survival would be that he is brave not afraid to fight anything he was brave enough to kill that boar, Jack had mercy in some areas but when that pig looked him in the eye his consensus took a hold of him that is why the pig got away but that was food that they

Well, its five am, and the sun is up, illuminating the street and my humiliation. I told myself I would stop this but who am I kidding. Am I covered in vomit? Or old food? Regardless the stench is awful. The only consolation is that no one else is awake, the quiet is eerie but not in a bad way. Its calming really, like I am the last living thing left on earth, the only time where all the bad things stop is when there’s nothing around me for me to mess up. All I hear is my footsteps echoing, and my labored breathing.

My dearest friend! I bet you are wondering where I went off to that night we talked. I did in fact leave the ship, but not because I wanted to. I fell overboard sometime that night and had to swim the island nearest to me. It is a very long story, but it is also an interesting one.

In the other medium, Jack portrayed a civilized lifestyle on the island as well. In episode three, he worked diligently in an attempt to heal a severely injured air marshal. In spite of the incredibly low chances of the air marshal encountering a secure recovery, Jack willingly perused through the fuselage for specific antibiotics. While searching the fuselage, he confronted Sawyer, a contentious survivor, looting dead bodies. Consequently, Jack questioned if Sawyer does “‘this back home, too - steal from the dead?’” Nonetheless, Sawyer contradicted by insisting that Jack “‘got [to] wake up and smell the bull crap here, rescue ain't pig-killing. You're just wasting your time. You're trying to save a guy who last time I checked had a piece of

He woke up in a stark white room with white sheets on his medical gurney with IV tubes pumping a thick blue liquid into his very dehydrated veins. He was suddenly filled with immense fear of his surroundings. He could not remember how he got here or even what this room was. The only vague thing he remembered was his name, John. John recited his name multiple times in his head to try to at least bring back a vague unimportant memory of any kind. He had no luck after the fifteen minutes of him trying to remember anything.

The first example is from when Jack Will got into a fight for someone making fun of Auggie. Jack Will fought a kid named Julian in the hallway after class because Julian was making fun of Auggie for the way he looked. He spread around drawing and pictures that resembled rude ways of how Julian saw him which was wrong. This supports my theme because this helped Auggie realize there were people here for him and it also gained Auggie some trust in Jack Will.