Your poems for your lists are due at the end of the class today!! If you're done early, write a short story on this topic
Your character is caught shoplifting. The shop owner says that she won't call the police in exchange for a personal favor....
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ReplyDeleteI can’t believe I let her talk me into stealing! I don’t even need underwear so what was the point?! “To blend in, you desperate idiot,” I remind myself. Well, now, thanks to my desperation, I’m in big trouble. The owner has me in the back room, palms soaked from anticipation. She’s probably going to call the cops and then that’s game over! My Uncle will ship me back over to my Dad’s and my life will be ruined. The door creaks open and I shoot up into a standing position. The shop owner moseys in with a bag of chips and a bottle of waterer. She sets them on the table for me and then waits for me to sit… I do, slowly.
ReplyDelete“I’ve decided, out of the goodness of my heart, not to contact the police.”
I release a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding, “Thank you so much,” I practically shout.
She smiles but holds her hand up, “But I can’t let you walk away unpunished,” she warns me, “I’ll need a personal favor.” I nod slowly waiting for her to continue and she does. “I recognized you from those pictures in the paper, with your uncle. He’s quite well-known around here and quite the bachelor.” I take a sip of the water, already knowing what she’s going to ask next. Plenty of women in town have implied this but none as bluntly as she has.
“Just introduce us. That’s all I’m asking; you’re not Cupid.” I smile at her and say that I’d love to but I don’t know how I could explain our knowing each other. She continues to smile, although some of the sparkle has left her blue eyes. We sit there is silence for a moment while she thinks, then the lights go on.
She slaps the table in excitement, “I’ll give you a job, that way you can work off what your little friends took as well!”
I have money, my uncle will give me anything that I ask for. Having a job would mean money that’s actually mine so I can save it up. That way I’ll have money for when I’m bouncing from family member to family member.
“I’d actually really love that!” I encourage as I reach my hand out to shake hers, “Just promise you’re not a psycho stalker, he’d kill me if I did that to him.”
She loves and it’s light and happy sounding, “I’m not a psycho, Girl Scouts Honor. Your uncle and I actually went to High School together. We were pretty close until his first marriage and then we just grew apart. I’d really like to fix that.”
“I’d really like to help,” and that’s how it all started.
“Are you in the group that shoplifts my store?” Interrogated the Shopkeeper
ReplyDelete“Umm, No? This isn’t the first time I’ve shoplifted a store, but it seems like you need my help with ‘something’.” Answered Kirito.
“I’m going to ignore that and get to MY favor. Recently, my store has been losing its profits, and as you can already tell, it is because I have had many shoplifters that call themselves The Shadows. They spray paint their name every time they do shoplift, right where they stole the item or on my walls. I need you to find them and bring them to me.”
“Why do I have to do this? Just call the police on them.”
“Well If I do I might as well tell them about you.” Kirito is still looking at The shopkeeper, knowing that isn’t the real case but is rather an invisible wall threatening him, she looks at him finally paranoid and breaks. “Okay fine, If I call the police, they will do a thorough investigation, which might end up having my store closed, everyone has their secrets, and this will be ours. It seems you have the talent to find whoever these shadows are and get the job done without any more damage.” With the appropriate answer filed, Kirito decides to cooperate.
“Alright, fine, I will find these so called ‘Shadows’ and I’ll round up a few of them. Who knows how many in number they are but if they are just shoplifting, they can’t be all too strong. But I’m keeping this.” He grabs the can from the counter and opens it, the gas escapes from the pressure as he begins to drink. The shopkeeper sighs and motions him to get out.
“Be gone now, go do your work before I do something about this.” Stated The shopkeeper. Kirito stops drinking, rests the drink on his lap and stares at the lady for a moment. The shopkeeper, become intensely agitated begins to break. Until Kirito smirks, gets up and walks out.
“Give me a week.” muttered Kirito.
Moments later, she finally realizes what the last stare was about. “Wait! I have a visual memory! I need your information! Gahh!”
The alarm chimes. Beep, beep, beep.
“It’s the day Kiritoo! Time to get up! It’s now Friday, July 13th, 2067!” The alarm is pounded by Kirito’s fist as it begins to mutter in a lower tune.
“So it’s Friday the 13th eh..? I guess I’ll be starting this job off wearing the right clothing.” Still tired, Kirito jumps to his feet, reckless he slams off to the wall, trying to keep his balance, he drags his heavy feet across the room into the closet, fetches his black pants, and a plain worn black T-shirt, he heads off into the bathroom as he slams the door shut. Behind the door, Kirito is readying his shower as he begins to brush his teeth. In the distance at his front door, the knob is being choked aggressively. After a few moments, it becomes restless, the door is now silent, as a few clicks are heard only.
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ReplyDeleteBrenda stuffed the sweater in her purse and hoped that no one saw. Her friends were talking to the cashier to distract her from seeing her take the sweater. Brenda put her head down and walked to the door she almost made it out of the store when a lady grabbed her arm and stopped her.
ReplyDelete“You were so close weren’t you?” The lady said to her.
Brenda didn’t say anything and just keep her head down. The lady told her that she was the store owner and was willing to make a deal with Brenda. Brenda was really confused by this, she thought that she was going to file a police report.
“What kind of Deal?” Brenda questioned.
The lady went on to explain that she needed extra help around the store and since Brenda enjoyed the clothes so much that she would want to work there. She went on to say the first few weeks would be a trial period and if Brenda was a good worker she would hire her if she wanted the job. But she just at first wanted Brenda to “pay off her debut for stealing” or if Brenda didn’t want to work off the debut she was going to go to the police.
Brenda was pretty shocked that this was a job offer and not an arrest. It was really nice of the lady to not press charges right of the bat and on top of it she was willing to give her a job if she was good.
Brenda accepted the offer, she had never shoplifter before and her friends told her it was not a big deal that they do it all the time. But the second that Brenda go caught they ran out of the store they didn't want to be included in the theft.
She just had one question for the owner, “Why did you give me this opportunity.”
“I don’t think you are a bad kid and i don’t want to ruin your life over this.”
The store owner had a daughter that got messed up with the wrong people when she was Brenda’s age and she actually got arrested and it all started with shoplifting. She didn’t want that to happen to other girls. She thought that giving her a job might teach her responsibility.
Brenda was really appreciative of what the lady did for her. The conversation could have gone much differently.
This is a continuation of the open lines of dialogue from earlier this week.
ReplyDeleteWhen he stood up, Duncan found himself completely dry, as if he had phased through the liquid completely. He looked around. The hole in the ground was gone, as well as his friend, and all their equipment. It looked just like where he had came from, except for the fact that the colors were horribly distorted and dark. The sky looked like a swirling maelstrom above.
“Hello?” he said. His voice echoed through the area. Awful distortions of the same word bounced back from afar, almost sounding like the rumblings of a gigantic beast. Duncan took a few steps. Nothing seemed real, wherever he was. The shadows were bigger and engulfed whatever was underneath them. The grass was still purple. Duncan cautiously looked up, over the treetops. What he saw left him in awe.
Meanwhile, in the real world, Simon was having a hard time figuring out what had just happened. He looked into the pool, horrified. Slowly, he reached for his walkie talkie to contact their co-worker.
“Uh, Lewis…”
The walkie talkie buzzed. “Yes, Simon? What happened? I saw the storm up there.”
“Well, uh, yeah, that happened.”
“Oh, you’re no help. Let me talk to Duncan.”
“You see, there lies the problem, Lewis. Duncan is gone, and there’s just this...this purple stuff...Gee, I don’t know, man.”
“Okay, so I guess that means I’m coming up there. Great.” Lewis sat back in his desk. He was about 5’6’’ and thin, with a little stubble on his face, and dark brown hair that almost looked black. He was in the research station at the bottom of the mountain, surveying the area for any anomalies. The only one that had surfaced was the small one at the mountain’s peak, where his friends were. He had gone outside to see the storm, but went back inside after it subdued to wait to hear from Simon and Duncan. He knew those idiots would screw it up somehow.
Simon waited anxiously at the peak, pacing back and forth until his friend arrived with the advanced equipment. Lewis had left the most important things at the research center, only bringing the necessities, just in case. He sat at the edge of the hole, lowering the extendible arm of a small handheld device into the pool, to find out what it was.
Meanwhile, Duncan was hit on the head by the extendible arm of some small machine, which was quickly pulled back into nowhere.
When Lewis brought his machine back up, he found that the liquid actually wasn’t liquid at all. It was just...nothing. At least, nothing they’d ever seen before. He decided to try and take a vial of it back to study.
Meanwhile, a small glass vial shattered against Duncan’s head.
“Jeez!” he yelled, “This place just keeps getting weirder!” The gurgling echo responded.
Lewis pulled his vial back up to find that only the lip of it remained, and that the rest had been shattered. He shrugged and put it off to the side.
“Well,” he said, “This doesn’t seem safe at all.”
“Should we go in?” Simon asked.
“Did you not hear what I just said, or are you just stupid?”
Jonathan Meyer
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9/12/14
Agent Marcus backed up ran and leaned up against the wall. He looked around the corner and saw his target. Marcus had been working behind enemy lines for two years, but now it was time to execute his objective. He had been worked two years to become a high enough rank in the enemy’s militia to kill their leader and second in command. That night Marcus would be attending a meeting with the leader of the militia, whose face has been seen by a mere few people, including the second in command. Right then Agent Marcus had seen the second in command, Alfred, go outside for a smoke break. It was 7:00 pm, and the sun had gone done, so it was pitch black except for a few lampposts scattered throughout the military base. Alfred was leaning on a railing with a cigarette in his left hand and a glass of whiskey in his right. Marcus had 30 minutes until his meeting with the militia leader, so he decided he would have to kill the second in command now so when he killed the militia leader he could flee.
Marcus started slowly crouching towards Alfred. Marcus silently took his combat knife out of its sheath and held it in his right hand. As he approached Alfred, Alfred yawned and started stretching his arms. In fear that Alfred would turn around, Marcus hid in the open doorway of a weapons locker, that currently had no weapons in it. However, when Marcus looked back at where Alfred was he had gone back to leaning against the railing, so Marcus started crouching towards him again. When Marcus go behind Alfred, he grabbed Alfred by the mouth and took him down on the ground. Alfred was now on top of Marcus with his mouth covered by Marcus’s hand and a knife to his throat.
“Your time is up, you put on a good show for awhile but it’s time to pull the curtains,” Marcus
whispered into Alfred’s ear. Before killing Alfred, Marcus pulled him into the weapons locker. Then when they were in Marcus slowly slit Alfred’s throat open. When Alfred stopped gurgling and his body froze, Marcus got out from under him and left the room, closing the large steel door behind him.
By that time it was 7:10, so Marcus started walking towards his meeting place with the militia leader at his office on the top of the hill that the militia’s base was located atop. As marcus started walking to his meeting place he began having a flashbacks He saw his old partner Rick in front of him. Marcus was cutting the rope that tied his hands with a knife, but not fast enough. He watched as an agent from the same organization as Rick and Marcus get behind Rick and stab him directly in the chest. Then he kicked Rick off the flatbed they were on and MArcus watched as Rick’s body hit the ground and started rolling kicking up dust and debris, so much that after a while Marcus couldn’t see him anymore. However the agent took Marcus back to the agencies headquarters where it was explained that Rick was going to give information about the agency to a terrorist group in exchange for money, so he had to be eliminated. After his flashback Marcus fell over and hit a wall. He kept walking while leaning on the wall until he got to a bathroom where he washed the blood off his hands and splashed his face with cool water, to try to get over his flashback and get back to the mission he had to complete. When Marcus finally made it up the hill and to the meeting place it was 7:30 exactly.
Right on time, Marcus thought to himself. He knocked on the door and after several seconds later a militia member opened it and told him to come in. Marcus was escorted to the back of the house and through a sliding glass door on a balcony. He was at on a folding chair across a spinning black chair that was facing back towards him. To the left of both chairs was the edge of the balcony raised above the steep, inclined hill that was the opposite side of the hill as the army base was located. A hand coming from the chair waved and the guard that had escorted Marcs to the balcony left closing the door behind him.
DeleteA voice came from the chair, “I like you Friedman,” (Friedman was the codename Marcus was given for his mission, “I really do,” the voice stated. “You’ve done well in this militia. You’ve definitely earned your rank. You kill whoever you have to efficiently and effectively with no questions asked. It’s amazing what skill you have only for just a volunteer that joined the militia for revenge,” the militia leader said, questioningly.
“I guess I was just born with the ability to kill well,” marcus responding, shrugging.
“No, no, no. It takes a lot of training in a well established and efficient organization to get that good,” the voice continued.
“Sir, I’m sorry are you accusing me of something?” Marcus asked. A bead of sweat formed above his eye. Was he cover blown, he began to wonder. All of a sudden the chair spun around revealing the face of Marcus’ old partner Rick. “You’re alive? How is this possible? You were stabbed and kicked off a high speed truck,” Marcus exclaimed.
“Rick sat there staring. “There is a reason I called for this meeting. I need you eliminated. I can have any dissention in the ranks, nor do I wisjh to be betrayed by my friends, again,” Rick stated plainly.
“What are you talking about, we were partners and I tried to help you. I couldn’t do anything my hands were tied,” Marcus explained.
“YOU LEFT ME THERE!” Rick yelled.