Thomas Milburn: A Fictional Narrative

“Is she?” Penhall asked softly. The genuine concern inflected in his friend’s voice completely caught Tom off guard, and he could feel himself losing control. Choking back a sob, he turned and stumbled toward the door, but before he made it halfway across the room, two muscular arms wrapped him in a tight embrace. He immediately struggled against the unexpected contact, but Penhall held him firm, and eventually he gave up the fight.

He had to keep himself from looking at any of the faces that were staring at his tingling manhood. “I’m, uh, I guess, I should say thanks to Shelly. I’m grateful that she’s so professional. Yeah. Is that enough?”

Linda shook her head. "This must be some kind of heavy-duty scavenger hunt." "It will be easy," Walt said. "But it will take nerve."

The sun was covered by a large barrier of clouds, leaving the sky gray and the temperature cool. A mighty blizzard was blowing through the land, painting the trees and hills white with snow. The lakes, ponds, and rivers were covered by a thick layer of frozen ice, and in the blizzard, four dark figures could be seen marching on. Four travelers on a quest were pushing through the icy wind, covering themselves with long and warm winter coats.

When those who were classified as the prisoners were arrested it was done unexpectedly to help put them into the mindset psychologists were looking for during the experiment. Off the bat, the people were left clueless and fearful as to what was happening to them. The prisoners were

Homework: Unethical Studies The Stanford Prison Experiment was done by Dr. Phillip Zimbardo in an actual prison-like setting. He conducted this experiment to see how people responded to a cruel environment without any clear set of rules. They wanted to test the power of the environment to change and transform otherwise normal peoples everyday behavior. After an extensive series of psychological tests, Dr. Zambardo and his team selected 24 of the most healthy and “normal” people that responded to his add in the paper.

She took off her glasses and stared at me. “I’ll tell you

This experiment was conducted in Stanford University by Dr. Zimbardo. During this two week long session, Dr. Zimbardo had several volunteers agree to act as prisoners and as prison guards. The prisoners were told to wait in their houses while the guards were to set up the mock prison, a tactic used by Dr. Zimbardo to make them fit into their roles more. The official police apprehended the students assigned to the role of prisoner from their homes, took mug shots, fingerprinted them, and gave them dirty prison uniforms. The guards were given clean guard uniforms, sunglasses, and billy clubs borrowed from the police.

Chapter #1 ~ A SAD and WEIRD DAY __________________________________ Ashbarrow, Eversdale, a place of calm and peace since the Dagara war was won 28 years before . It was raining the night in which our story begins. Killian Mcavery a twenty - three year old man watched His father Jacob , dying from a misqueto bite that he had cut previously in the week and now was seriously infected . Yes, it was a strange thing.

Blood. That’s all I see as the cold water runs down my back, rinsing out the blood in my hair. I look down at my hands and all I see is more blood. As I turned around to wash off the rest of the blood off, I looked at the light red water swirling around my feet turn to a dark red. The smell of blood was so over powering I could feel my heart thumping, the blood pumping through my veins; I needed more blood.

He licks the blood off his mouth and shows his white teeth coated in a thin layer of blood. Shock stuns her and she stumbles forward following the lines of fluid. Her eyes reach the source: his fingers are white with the pressure his fingernails are applying to his hairline. A loud gut wrenching, ear-piercing scream escapes his bloody mouth.

Shelves were lined up at its core one after another and they were sectioning off most of the main part of the floor space just as how the lockers in the Mens’ changing room had done the same. On each of the ledges were boxes and small plastic bottles arranged like books on a library shelf. There were thousands of them, too numerous to count, and they came in all shapes and sizes and colors. There was also a foreboding of eeriness accompanying them, something artificial, unnatural, and

If you hadn’t gone, she might not have run away!’ I rubbed my face where he had hit me when I begged him not to sell Sam. ‘You didn’t have to go!’ ‘You were turning into something I didn’t want to stay near.’ Silence.

" I ask as we cross the street, his hand resting against my hip. "Remember earlier when that woman fell in the square?" He asks.

“What have you done with Salami?” she asked questioning