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When is America going to wake up and ban guns?
I am a brit. Just heard the news that two british tourist have been shot dead in florida. I have never been to america and have no desire to go there. Nothing against americans; I am sure they are nice people. The reason i would never go is because there are too many guns about, simple as that. I do not like guns. Guns scare me. It scares me that in one pull of a trigger a life can be ended like that and this cannot be reversed, accidental or not. And if it does not kill you then the pain and / or permanent damage to internal organs/limbs doesn't bare thinking about.

I have read that there are something like 30,000 fatal shootings in america per year. That is ****** up. What is more ****** up is that people carry guns openly or at least in their homes. What if a guy gets hold of it? What I find ****** up also is that you can shoot a person for burgling your home. There are flaws there. I remember years back reading of a scottish tourist in vegas who got lost and stumbled in to someone's back garden. The occupant of the house thought he was a burglar and shot him dead. What if some drunken nutter in a bar has had enough and whips out his pistol and bang, bang, bang. What if someone accidently shoots you. So many possibilities.

I live in the uk. Shootings are quite rare. 95% of shootings are gang related. I live in liverpool, which has one of the highest shooting rates in the uk. We get like 5-10 fatal shootings per year but is always gangster shoots gangster. Though, in 2007 an innocent 11-year-old guy got caught in the crossfire walking home from football practice but that sort of thing is so rare. Most people do not mind the shootings here seen as it is one scum bumping of another scum. The scum shooter goes to jail and so it is killing two birds with one stone.

Here is the UK, our police are not even armed. Which is how it should stay. If there is a gun incident we have the armed response. There is absolutely no need for police to carry guns here. If someone wants to go nuts and kill police, they would not have time to draw their weapons anyway. I also think it should be the same in America. If you disarmed your police there would probably be less shootings on police. Forgot to mentioned that here in the UK if you are caught with a gun it is an automatic 5 years just for possession alone. I know for fact if you had this in America, the number of shootings would be more like 3000 than 30,000. Wake up America.

Great Britain is lucky Hitler is dead. Right now, your laws would allow a group of Boy-scouts with BB guns to charge and takeover Buckingham Palace. No offense to you Brits but Washington DC had stricter gun laws than you guys, and it was the murder capital of the world at one time. Gun laws only affect Law Biding citizens as criminals have no desire in following the law. Again I love England, have been there a couple of times and my statement was not offend you.

What do you think of my research paper (rouch draft)?
“It wasn’t the pain I was feeling, it was like an injection of Novocain the dentist uses; it made the pain go away even though the needle ‘pricks’ as the dentist puts it in. And because I controlled the pain, there was no fear with it. So maybe it’s not real pain (Evenkrow).” Annika was a seventeen year old girl whom engaged in self-mutilating behaviors. Annika, like many of today’s adolescents, battles the disorder many professionals refer to as Self-Mutilation. In today’s society, countless numbers of teens who find it difficult to cope with the emotional stress in their lives; resort to the hazardous acts of self-mutilation to gain control over the dreadful pain.
Many people will ask, “ What is self-mutilation?” Self-mutilation, also referred to as self-abuse, self-injury, and self-harm; is the deliberate, repetitive, impulsive, and non lethal harm to one’s body (Brody). The individual leading cause of self-mutilating behaviors is undiagnosed depression. There are numerous reasons why adolescents self-mutilate. Although, teens that have been interviewed say this is not a suicide attempt and they are not trying to hurt others with these acts.
The ages of self-mutilators range, the earliest beginning at only seven years old. The percent of high school students whom have either been or still are self-mutilators remains the highest at 15%, while 17% of college students have self-mutilated in their lives (Brody). The percents that display the number of young adults who have engaged in these behaviors is devastating. Studies show that five to nine percent of teens have self-harmed in the past year (Skegg). Granting self-abusers say they are not attempting suicide, over five percent of self-mutilators admitted to the hospital have or will commit suicide within nine years of being released (Skegg).
Self-mutilation can take many forms with there being over ten different types of this behavior. Contrary to popular belief, self-mutilation is not multiple piercing or tattoos, self-starving, or bulimia. Even though, forty percent of self-mutilators also battle an additional eating disorder. The main classifications of self-mutilation are cutting, self-embedding, branding, friction burn, picking at skin, hair pulling, hitting, bone breaking, head-banging, and drinking harmful chemicals. The method of self-mutilation that shows the most prominence is cutting. Cutting is the deliberate breaking of one’s scar tissues. The most common objects used to cut are box cutters, razor blades, knives and broken glass (Caruso). Wrists, arms, legs, and stomach are the four most familiar areas of an individual’s body for traces of cutting to appear. Self-embedding is a newly discovered variety of self-abuse. Self-embedding is explained as placing objects into unhealed wounds (Fauber). Doctors have removed various objects from adolescents due to self-embedding; the most popular of these articles being needles, staples, paperclips, glass, wood, plastic, crayon, pencil led, and stone (Fauber). Overall, the most lethal of all these classifications is drinking of harmful chemicals. These chemicals include bleach and bathroom cleaner.
Modern media catalog self-mutilators as dangerous teens who are gang members, with divorced or deceased parents, and an extremely low income; but that is precisely the reverse of reality. Adolescents who engaged in self-mutilating behaviors are generally tremendously involved in school and community. Their families have average or, more commonly, above average income with both parents alive and working outside the home. Also, teens who self-mutilate do not have multiple tattoos and piercing. They display a pleasant exterior and when spoken to are hesitant to answer and are soft spoken individuals. A guyhood history of sexual-abuse can be the cause of many adolescents’ self-mutilation. Sexual-abuse can also lead to an adolescent homosexuality and bisexuality. Sexual orientation also plays an important role in the justification of adolescent self-harm.
Sports are a familiar activity for people of all ages. Many adolescent athletes have leaned “No Pain, No gain” from their coaches. Self-mutilation may often develop when adolescent athlete applies this to their everyday lives; he or she uses self-mutilation as a punishment for not being “the best” (Levencrow). This situation occurs when athletes pushed to hard, too early in life develop self-abusive habits. There are many other reasons for self-mutilation to commence. The most common of those reasons is to momentarily forget emotional pain, feelings of hopelessness, and to cope with emotional stress. Strong emotional trauma in guyhood can cause self-mutilation to absent mindedly remind them of “home” (Levencrow).
The phrase “coming out” refers to opening up to the people about an issue in your life. Coming out as a self-mutilator is a difficult task to achieve, for it is rigid to gain acceptance from the media, the public, and most of all,

I think this is going to be a great paper! there are a few things I would improve on like keeping continuity between paragraphs. with the last paragraphs it jumps around a little fast. I also think that you can go into detail on more things and add, how self injurers can seek treatments, what you should do if you or someone you know self injures. also with the shorter paragraphs you can try and make them more detailed, and try and tie them into everything else. oh and one last thing is that maybe you can touch on "emo" music and how the media associates it with cutting. I hope this helps!! these are a lot of ideas. Good luck! This is a good rough draft!

Please give ur opinion on the start of my story?
I dont really know much about writing so need constructive critism

On the 25th of June 1914 a 19 year old Serbian nationalist named Gavrillo Princip walked out of a cafe with a Browning revolver and killed the Austrian Archduke, Franz Ferdinand, his wife the Countess Sophie and their unborn guy as they reversed around a corner in an open top vehicle. At this time no one could have predicted the millions of lives this incident would ultimately end and the many millions more whose lives would be affected. One girl who lived twelve hundred miles from Sarajevo and who knew very little about the national issues and foreign disputes surrounding the Balkan states certainly could never have imagined how this event could affect her life; much less change the entire course of her future. However for all her years Kathy never forgot where she was when she heard the unfortunate news about the Archduke’s assassination even although at the time she regarded it with little interest. Two years after this fateful day in the far off Serbian capital Kathy was awakened by a loud bang which rattled the frame of her metal bunk and shook the water in the glass at her bedside. For a disorienting moment Kathy forgot where she was and hastily looked around for the source of the din. Then the veil of sleep lifted and she hoisted the sheets over her ears and clung to her blanket. The blanket had comforted her through a guyhood of dark, cold and terror filled nights. Now, kept well hidden during the day, Kathy often clutched the blanket throughout the unending clamour that haunted her nights and which was worse than all the night time terrors of guyhood.
It was a source of constant wonder to Kathy how her life could have changed so drastically in the wake of one decision. 6 months earlier 3 days before her 16th birthday she had received a letter from her brother in France separate from the letters he usually sent addressed to the entire family. The letter didn’t say much, just birthday wishes and such. Kathy supposed that he couldn’t really say much else but she was touched that he had sent her a personal letter and that he had sent it early as to arrive in time for her birthday. Then it came upon her out of nowhere. She could no longer sit at home and be a guy. It was at that moment she decided to go to France and help in any way she could. She joined a training programme and became a nurse. The process was very rushed. Kathy imagined that two years earlier a 3 month training programme would not have been sufficient to qualify her as a trained nurse but there was, after all, a war on.
It was here in a small hastily built field hospital that Kathy first met Patrick. Patrick was the kind of boy who made friends easily and who people naturally trusted as a leader. In his short time in the army he had gathered many followers. He was always closely followed by his best friend, Harry. The two had been inseparable since guyhood. It was strange to Kathy how similar the environment she found herself was to the schoolyard. The soldiers went around in gangs singing guyish songs calling each other (or more accurately the senior officers) names. However she guessed this shouldn’t seem so strange since most of the soldiers had come to the war straight from the school gates. As much as she tried to don the airs of a much older woman Kathy was only a young girl herself and was very ashamed to find herself giggle and smile at Patrick’s jokes and easy smile. He had come to the hospital (which was for all intensive purposes a tent with 2 rows of beds at each side with a row of wooden boxes in the middle) with a small injury to the arm.
“My gosh mister soldier you’ve certainly been in the wars!” Kathy sarcastically exclaimed when she examined what was little more than a flesh wound. “How exactly did you come to get such a lacerating blow to the arm?”
“The heed man told us to come here with any wound, Sister! Says that it could get infected and then I would be in trouble wouldn’t I? I’d have to get it chopped off most likely!”
“Of course he’s right I shouldn’t make a joke of it. It’s just when boys are carried in every day with gunshot wounds and missing limbs it seems quite funny that you should turn up here with a scrape to the arm!” Kathy fetched a basin of water, the bottle of iodine and some hot bandages and began to clean the small wound. Patrick watched in silence for a moment. “Oh and I’m not a Sister.” Said Kathy suddenly “I certainly can’t let the Sisters hear you call me that, they wouldn’t like it”
“Oh I’m sorry I didn’t really think you were a nun but I thought if you were you might get angry if I didn’t address you properly. I always try to be polite you see.” Patrick flashed a smile at Kathy who quite involuntarily returned it. “What exactly should I call you then?”
“You should call me nurse MacKnight but...” Kathy looked around hastily then whispered “since you’re a fellow Scot I’ll let you call me Kathy.”
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give a bit more detail on the beginning of your story. i need to feel you and the story. i need to connect with it on a highert level. i'm just not feeling it all the way. u could do so much more. it is actually very good. i like it a lot!!