Somebody packs a suitcase in a hurry. Why?

"We have to leave now Julie, before it's too late." the young man tell the woman on the other side of the bed, being Julie. The man crams his already full suitcase with a couple more shirts, Julie stuffing her suitcase as well, full of her shirts and pants, as well as stuffing two pairs of shoes in it before sitting on it to get it to close.
 She quickly zips it up and grabs her purse, jacket and keys, handing the keys to the young man.
"These are to my car, its got enough gas in it to get to the dealership where you can get yours John." Julie says, opening the door. The police would be there any minute to look for the both of them, Christians.
 John nods and pulls is rolling suitcase along and smashes his phone, along with Julies.
"Alright, we should be good, and hopefully with prayer we will make it to the woods to meet with the others, I'm thinking about even ditching the car we rent, seeing as it will draw more attention to us." John explains, and shuts the apartments door quietly. Julie nods and together, grasping hands, they quietly rush down the steps to Julies old tan Honda Civic, the thing was on its last life, and they would have to make it count.

A woman is struggling to get a large package into the trunk of her car. Her son doesn't get out of the car to help her. Write the scene. (Part Two)

 Alice slowly comes to but her head is foggy as she slowly opens her eyes. She was in a room. A bed room by the looks off it. But instead of on the bed, she was in a big cage in the corner of the room, just enough for her to lay down, but not stretched out, and just tall enough to let her sit up. She slowly sits up and groans holding her head. She felt a draft and gasped to see that  she was just in a big hoody, her clothes gone. The hoodie was a guys, and it smelled of one too. The cage was locked and she cries out.
 "Hello? Is anyone there? Hello?" she calls and rattles the cage. This looked like a guys room. Bluish things, nothing girly, but nothing immature. Books lay out on shelves, a desk, bed, and.... a window! But the blinds were shut and it looked dark.
 Alice hugged her legs to her chest and buried her face in them. "Oh God, please help me." she pleads softly, and the door opens.



 Ginger-
"Another girl found dead. Starved and beaten." Agent Ginger Harris thinks and sighs sadly. They had found Florence Gore yesterday, just dumped on the side of a deserted road. Three other girls had been found, within exactly one month of each other. No sexual assault, just bruises and internal bleeding, their stomachs empty. Now another girl was found missing. Who was doing this, and why?

A woman is struggling to get a large package into the trunk of her car. Her son doesn't get out of the car to help her. Write the scene.

The woman struggles that she comes out of UPS handling a huge box that she struggles with. 

 I quickly hurry up to her, say no I'm in struggle to unlock her trunk. I also saw her son , Just sitting in the car, writing in the book, not paying a bit of attention to his mother struggle. He looked about my age to maybe 18 or 20.

" Ma'am! Let me help you with that!" I call out grabbing the box from under her. Despite my small frame, I handled the box rather well.

" Oh honey, thank you. I can't find my keys!" She size and digs into her purse but smiling. She finds them with an "ah ha!" and opens the trunk with her key.

"Just set it to the side dear..." she suggests and I nod, putting it in.

Next thing I knew I felt strong hands cramming into the trunk and a rag put over my face. My vision boards in my eyes roll but not before I hear her say-

" You'll  be a perfect girlfriend for my son."

You are a customer lying face down on the floor during a bank robbery. Describe the robbery from this vantage point.

   "Everyone down on the ground and stay down!" I am Man orders and a lady lets out a frightened scream as guns are drawn by three men that come into the bank. I quickly get on the ground as ordered, I shove my purse away for me for good measure, knowing that it wouldn't do any good to try and call the police as well as everyone knows there's a silent alarms and banks. I cross my arms in front of me and lay my head sideways on them.

    My heart is still racing and I slowed it by taking slow deep breath's. I watch the moon quickly go from person to person collecting lots and purses. One comes to me and stop.

    "Hey boys, look at this one! She even through her purse away from her!" He laughs through his mask. The one training his gun on the manager looks over and smile.

     "Smart girl. What's your name sugar?" He says sweetly before I can answer the guy above me raise my license out loud.

     "Clair Larkrise..... age 20, young aren't you?" He questions.

I shrug, "not much younger than you." I say calmly. "Your what? I'm guessing 25?"

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?)