Story #1
Jack had no where else to turn. The police were close behind him and he was a the edge of the building. Could he jump? No, it was 50 feet down. He would break his back even if he fell in a pile of garbage. Jack looked down the edge, then looked behind himself, seeing the cops get closer. He thought about jumping, leaving fate to save him. He never really believed in fate, but miracles sometimes happen. Plus, even if he were to survive, the injuries constituting a five month stay in the hospital would beat being in prison. “We have you surrounded, give up now!”, the officer screamed. Jack knew that going with them was not an option. He decided that this was going to end now. He backed towards the edge when he was pummeled by shots from nearly every officer’s pistol. Filled with holes, he fell off the edge of the building. Minutes later, Jack woke up, woozy but not hurt. He had survived the whole thing.
Story #2
OH MY GOD! So, I was standing on the street corner the other day and this guy came up to me. He was broken as all get out. So he asks me if I had any change. What the hell? I use a debit card for everything. Anyways, I told him that I didn't have any change on me. I started to get hungry and needed food now. Taco's sounded good, especially ones from Taco Time. I started to walk south towards the closest one. I got there and let me tell you, that Chicken Soft Taco really hit the spot.
These two stories were what inspired me to start posting again. Based on that date, I think this was written sometime during my Sophomore year at BCC (now Bellevue College). I have no clue what my frame of mind was when I thought these up, though the fact that at the first one ends in unprovoked police brutality probably is a clue.
1 comment:
1st one is good, the 2nd one is a really short free write that you did it seems. I would expand on the 1st one and not focus on any kind of police brutality-- that's boring. Or what if it became a Men In Black fan fiction??
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