You are a pirate, Describe your perfect day.

 I wake up just as I knew the sun was rising over the calm waters of the Atlantic. I smile and sit up, the ship quiet and calm so far, but within the hour, it would be noisy and loud with the men that were currently sleeping in the crew's quarters.
   Smirking as I get myself ready, my helper Julianne, though some would call her a slave, I am appalled by the term. Slaves are forced and have no say so in their situation and life, unlike Julianne. She was the closest thing to a sister I've ever had, getting up as I do, making our beds as I get my clothes on.
   My dress was a dark blue, cut off short, a couple of inches above my knees so I could move about freely. I hated wearing the pants that the men wore. They either sagged on me, or were too tight. I then slip a brown leather sleeveless vest over the dress, lacing it up tightly to keep the sides of the dress from getting caught on anything, hooks, or anything else. I pull on some black leggings and brown knee high boots. strapping my pistol to my side, fully loaded and ready as always.
   By this time, Julianne had gotten the coffee ready for me. I take my cup and thank her, letting my heavy boots echo down the wooden walkways of the ship. I bang a large frying pan on a wooden door and call for the cook in a stern voice.
 "Up and at 'em! Today's a new day Pip! Make the most of it!" I shout, and I hear the old cook groan and mutter something. I shake my head and ignore him going to the crew's cabin, I bang the pan even louder. My thin scrawny hand wouldn't make a loud enough noise for them, so I knew this would. Sure enough, a few curses fly my way.
   *I'll address that later* I think to myself, grabbing two pieces of jerky from our stash, I head up to the main deck to get the ship ready before the boys did so we would be already on our course.
   I was one of the few women Pirate Captains on these high and dangerous seas, and one of the skinny and palest. Standing at only 5 ft and pale as my Irish mother, with a temper to match, I would be considered an easy target. But that was never the case. Never I tell you.

Run Wild

Based off of the song Run Wild by For King and Country

He sit in the cell, knees up to his chest, his chains clinking a little as he moves his arms. He sighs and lays his head on his knees.

Regret had visited him earlier. Made him remember that he had put himself in this cell. He thought it was fine, the door was open. But then one day, he came. And then he slammed the door shut while the boy was inside, he was beaten and told he could never ever leave.

His voice was taken from him, where he would usually use his words for his freedom, he was unable to speak. He was left voiceless, unable to voice his freedom. A tear falls from his eyes and he wipes it away.

He looks out the window of the cell and his eyes watch the stars twinkle outside. If only he could speak, he would be free. He bows his head.

I need help, please, I can’t stay here any longer. He prays, looking up to the sky again.

Suddenly, a burning sensation started in his throat, and then it clears. His eyes widen and he opens his mouth, a small noise comes out. He finally whispers- “Free.”

The doors of the cell open suddenly and he gasps in disbelief. But then he looks down at his shackles still binding him. He had grown used to them these past months, enjoying them almost. He sighs a little, feeling desperate.

While he looks down, they come off, cracking under the weight of something. He looks up and sees him. His Messiah, his Savior, with his hand outstretched to the chains, his power and love crushing them.

“Love.” he says simply, and vanishes. The man thinks for a moment. Standing slowly, he steps out the cell door and sees other people around, in different cells, a key hanging from each wall outside the door. He hears moans and groans, coughs and wheezing.

Love he thinks. Rushing to each door, he opening each one , and with the key outside each door, he frees each person. His love so strong, it breaks their chains.

“Run Wild!!”he shouts and runs out the doors of the prison. To live free, love strong, running wild.

You're having lunch with a friend. Your friend gets a call in the middle of the meal. Write just your friend's part of the conversation.

   "Hello?" Amy says, just after seconds after hitting the accept symbol on her phone.
   "Yes, this is she..." She continues, looking a tad annoyed but her voice doesn't tell it.
Suddenly her face changes to surprise.
   "A story.... Main Street... right now??" she asks in disbelief.
She glances up at me, excitement written all over her face.
   "Of course! I'll be there in 4 minutes!" she says and quickly ends the call. "Clair! There's something going on on Main Street right now, we have to go!!" she says to me, quickly getting out of her seat, grabbing her purse.
    " Go! Ill get boxes and put out food in the car, I'll meet you there, its right next to this street, right?" I ask, waving the waiter over. She nods and rushes out of the restaurant.
    I get the boxes and the food quickly packed up. I leave a fifty dollar bill on the table to pay for our food and a note of thanks and to keep the change as a tip.




(Should I continue? Yes or No?)