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?)

The King shows up on your doorstep...... (Part 1)

 My watch glowed blue in the dark night as I walked through the forest in my backyard and I grinned to myself- this was the night to ride.
I tapped the screen with my finger: one. two.
 
 Things began to spin, faster and faster, too fast. I was traveling faster than I had ever before. I collapsed and landed on a dirt floor- chained to a wooden wall.
 I glanced down, and saw that my hoodie and pants had changed into a dirty brown feedbag that was cut off short, right above my knees. My brown hair lay greasy and limp around my face as well. I did not like this. Not at all.


 I pulled at the chains around both of my wrists, but they held tight. And my watch was gone. It must have dropped off somewhere. But where?
 Just then a door opened and light poured into the windowless house, and a man stood in the doorway. He grinned a toothless grin and laughed. He looked like he was from the Medieval Era, a peasant, slop buckets in hand, a knife in the other.


 Something was terribly wrong, my travels never started like this.


 "You look like you've seen a ghost." he laughed and set the buckets down in front of me. They were full of dead fish. Stinking Dead Fish. I backed up into one of the corners and stared at the man, truly frightened. "You know better than to try to run." He started towards me but there was a knock at the door and a loud voice called from the other side, "Open up! In the name of the King!"
 I started to scream but the man was beside me in seconds, pressing the knife against my throat. "You dare make a sound." He warned, hissing it in my face to where I could smell his disgusting breath.


 The door busted open and guards that looked royal came in, swords ready. "Sire!" One called and the king stepped through the door. A young fellow, about my age, maybe eighteen or so. "Let her go!" he commanded, his face showing rage. "You can be killed now or later!"
 My captor pressed the knife deeper to where I whimpered, leaning close to him. "I'll kill her first." He threatened. The king walked slowly towards us, unarmed.
 "Sire!" one of the men warned, but he kept coming. Finally, he bent down to our level and looked him strait in the eyes and shook his head slowly. "Let. My. Sister. Go. Now." he said one word at a time.


I grew wide eyed and sucked in a breath. Sister?
This was just getting crazier by the second.

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Hey yah guys and gals!
 I know, its been like..... forever sense my last story.
Go ahead- throw your virtual tomatos: I've been busy! :)
 But I am now back (hopefully)!

Or possibly, I may, in my next story, get sucked down the space gap in time to another time- place- to find new possibilities...


But will I ever return? I guess you have to stay tuned to find out.


Or will I be stuck in time forever?

Epilogue for the story that includes a streetlight, a bear, and a kid with a jar of honey

Epilogue

It was a happy reunion for all eleven kids taken, including Caroline, Josh, and Jacob.

June was happily reconnected with her parents, after being gone a full year. She was, from then on, homeschooled, and graduated above average. After graduating, she studied to become a social worker.

Caroline and her brother Josh were already homeschooled, but even after this ordeal, they still went to their co-ops and sports practices (track and football) at their local high school, where Jacob went. Both of them also graduated above average, and Josh went to college to become a preacher.

Josh, Caroline, and Jacob became a trio of best friends, and spoke at different school functions about their experiences and child safety.

Jacob went back to the same school he’d attended previously, meeting after school with Caroline and Josh, to walk home together each day after their sports practices.  Jacob’s grades improved from his past history, and he graduated with honors. After graduating, he went to college to become a Lawyer. He also started to attend church with Caroline and Josh, and gave his life to the Lord. His mother and father soon followed.

Caroline became a track star on her team, but decided to continue track just as a simple hobby to keep her in shape. After she graduated, at age 18, she went to college and became a 1^st Grade teacher at age 21. After two years of teaching, she married Jacob.

But of course, we cannot forget Howard.

After going through twenty different trials, he was given five life sentences, without parole.

But Caroline, Josh, and Jacob, and occasionally June, went to visit him in prison, showing the true act of forgiveness.

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Write a story that includes a streetlight, a bear, and a kid with a jar of honey- PART 9

“That’s a lie.” Jacob said, gripping the knife tighter.

Suddenly, the door above us was uprooted from the ground and dirt showered down on all of us. Two sets of hands grabbed me under my arms and yanked me up and out of the hole. Jacob and Josh soon followed.

There were about 6 to 7 police cars sprinkled among the trees. Two were close, facing toward us; others were backed in, and we were pulled behind them. Mixed in with the police cars, there were two ambulances, a tank with the letters S-W-A-T on the side, and a crane with the prison door dangling from it. Shouts and screams were echoed from the opening as the SWAT team went down in a rush. But thankfully, no gunfire.

I felt the feeling come back into my neck and upper body. A few minutes later, I could also feel my legs and my feet. I looked around to see Josh and Jacob sat on either side of me. I grabbed them both and we all squeezed each other in a tight hug. Sobbing. “It’s over!” Jacob cried, hugging just me now.

The paramedics came over and I was told to sit at the first ambulance, while Josh and Jacob were led to the other. I got up on the stretcher and sighed. “It’s all over…” I thought, swinging my legs back and forth.

But it wasn’t.

A doctor came into the ambulance and quickly shut the doors. Howard. I screamed bloody murder, leaping off the stretcher. He locked the doors from the inside and I saw two police officers through the doors small windows run over, trying the doors.

Howard walked towards me, with a vial in hand. “Howard, don’t,” I begged, backing away. “Please don’t.”

“Oh Caroline,” he replied, walking towards me still, “You’ve ruined everything, all of my plans.”

I backed up against the wall of the ambulance and begged again, “Howard, I’m sorry, don’t do this.” He grabbed my arm and slung me to the ground, but before I went down, I grabbed his other hand and yanked the vial out of it, throwing it against the wall. As he bent over me, he pinned me to the floor with his knees so I couldn’t move my arms, which were on either side of me. The ambulance rocked and I glanced out the window to see dozens of police officers, trying to break the door open. I screamed as I looked back and saw Howard reaching in his pocket, pulling out another vial. Just then, Jacob was there, behind Howard. He leaped on his back and put his arms around his neck in a strangle hold. Howard got up, releasing me, and banged backwards, catching Jacob between himself and the hard metal wall. Jacob groaned, but didn’t loosen his grasp.

I got up and grabbed the vial out of Howard’s hand and shattered it, too, against the wall. I ran to the door and unlocked it, but came back. Grabbing Howard’s ankles from behind, I pulled, making him crash face first into the floor, at the officers’ feet.

“Thank you Lord,” I thought as they handcuffed him and dragged him away, “for sparing me and protecting Jacob.” I climbed out of the ambulance, with an officer’s help, and hugged myself, thinking anything could have happened.

I felt myself being lifted off the ground and spun in place. Jacob set me down and laughed, “And I thought I was saving you!”

I laughed with him and said, “You did, but, how did you get in there?”

“The window separating the back and the driver’s seat.” 

I smiled and looked into the ambulance. Sure enough, there was the window, open.

Josh jogged over and asked if we were both alright. We both nodded and then I asked, “How did they find us?”

“They put a tracking chip in your skorts pocket,” he explained, and I reached into my pocket and pulled out a chip, paper-thin and the size of a fingernail.

“After you said Howard’s name, and reacted the way you did, Mom called the police department and they decided to track you. But they lost us after we went down into the hole; that’s why it took them so long to find us. If we hadn’t put you right next to it, they would have never found the entrance— it was covered with pine needles.”

I nodded, and looked over to see the Police Chief walking toward us, white as a ghost. “Jacob?” he asked, and Jacob turned his head.

“Dad!!!!” he yelled, and almost jumped on top of his dad. They hugged and looked as though they would never let go.

I smiled and turned to Josh, who was also smiling. “I want to talk to Howard. I have to know why he took all of us,” I said. He nodded, and we walked over to the police car he was in. The window was down half way, so we didn’t have to ask to speak with him.

“Why?” I asked him, as he looked at me, “Why did you take all of these kids?” I motioned at eight kids being escorted out of the hole. Howard let out a sarcastic laugh and answered, “They were all walking home from school alone, their parents didn’t think they were important enough.” He smirked at me and continued, “We showed them what their ignorance can cost them.”

“And Jacob?” I asked, glancing over at him, still clinging to his dad, “Why a Police Chief’s son?”

“He was like you, but on his way home from Basketball practice. Being that he was a Police Chief’s son was just an added bonus.”

Just then, a car pulled into the clearing and out jumped Mom, Dad, and our younger brother Levi.

“Mom!” I cried out.

“Dad!” Josh said after me.

We ran together, and clashed into a group hug, not letting go.

 

“In Everything, Give Thanks.”

1 Thessalonians 5:16

 

The End

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Write a story that includes a streetlight, a bear, and a kid with a jar of honey- PART 8

They drove for what felt like hours, passing street after street, and turning on to different roads.

Clark Drive………….

Speedwell Ave……………..

Daft Road…………….

I could now move my head a little so I could see different roads that I would have missed otherwise. I felt the road get bumpier and there weren’t any more street signs. My heart started beating faster, racing. I tried moving my mouth, and it opened. But not a sound came out. Trees were overhead now and it got darker and darker inside the car. The car stopped and both of the men got out.

 

They both had taken off their masks, and I studied their faces in the dim light outside the car.

One was younger than the other… a lot younger. One appeared to be close to my age, maybe a tad bit older, 18 or 19. The other looked to be in his late 40’s. The younger had dirty blonde hair like my mom’s, swept to the side of his face, and brown eyes. The older had dark brown hair and greenish blue eyes, and a hat that said “Racecar Fan” on it.

They opened the door and the younger one picked me up in a cradled position. Starting to walk deeper into the woods, he looked down at me with pity in his eyes, and mouthed the words “I’m sorry.”

 

We stopped and the older man bent down and opened an underground hatch, stepping out of the way so that I could be carried down the stairs. There were three more doors and sets of stairs on our way down, and with each one’s opening, the one behind us shut. Finally we came to the last door, and the floor and ceiling leveled out into a hallway. There were tons of doors on each side, some wooden, some solid metal. They took me through one of the metal doors and there were two metal tables in the room, with straps on each of them to hold down a person’s neck, waist, wrists, legs, and ankles. One was already occupied… by my brother, Josh.

“Caroline!” he exclaimed, trying to sit up, but he was held down by every single strap on the table.

They laid me on the other table and started to strap me down, but I whined deep down in my throat. The younger one looked up and asked, “Can’t we just strap down her right arm and wrist, and her left leg?? She’s paralyzed.” The older man grunted and waved the boy to do it, then left.

 

Before he started strapping me down, he looked at both of us and went to the door. Looking out, he looked right, then left, and then rushed over and started to undo my brother’s straps.

“What are you doing??” Josh asked, once he was free from the waist up.

“I was taken, like you, two years ago.” He explained, as he finished unstrapping Josh’s legs. “They thought they had completely brainwashed me. But when I saw you too, I snapped back into reality.” Josh hopped off the table and the boy started to unstrap my legs, which was the only thing the man had done. Josh rustled around in the cabinets and pulled out two surgical knives. The boy picked me up in his arms and said to Josh, “The meds should be wearing off soon, he have her three vials full at the hospital, so that’s good for about six hours.”

I sighed and looked up at him. He smiled. “Don’t worry. When I say soon, I mean soon.” They both headed out the door and up the stairs, Josh first, with the boy and me behind.

“What’s your name?” Josh asked, opening one of the doors.

“Jacob Henson.”

We got to the top and Josh rattled the door knob, which was directly above him. “It’s locked!”

“What?!?!” Jacob exclaimed and sat me down right beneath it and rattled it too. “No!” he said, exasperated. “They never lock this one!!! Never!”

Just then we heard loud voices at the end of the stairs and someone call out in a loud voice,

“Jacob!!!!”

Jacob shivered and looked down, almost terrified. “If they catch me, they’ll do something worse to me than anyone except one person down here. And she died,” he said. Then, since the door was sort of at an angle, Jacob smashed the left side of his body into the door. It didn’t budge.

Soon, thundering footsteps filled the stairwell, and Jacob grabbed one of the knives from Josh. Pushing me against the wall, Josh and Jacob both stood in front of me, knives ready.

 

Three men and a woman appeared in the large doorway we had last come through and stopped.

“Josh.” Said one man.

“Jacob.” Said another one.

Josh and Jacob didn’t budge.

“Put the knives down boys, we don’t want anyone getting hurt.” Said the woman, and they all stepped closer.

Jacob answered in a calm voice, “Don’t come any closer,” and backed up a step. “Don’t want anyone to get hurt? Sure!” he laughed. “Remember what happened to Amanda?? She did exactly what I did! Tried to get June out!”

“She was an accident, Jacob, you know we didn’t mean to give her that much medication.” One of the men said. But Jacob shook his head at them.

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