I dare you to go out side a bank and point two fingers at the secruity camera

That’s soft Love is boring let’s do sine thing exciting

Ok I walked up and pointed a hunger at the security camera

What happened nothing much

I dare you to go take drugs outside when someone is taking out the money

Ok I did it

A secruity guard came by and just looked

Let’s see if you can go in a shop film the staff and not get caught

That would be fun

Tried it they did not notice a thing

It’s got me thinking we could be the next Bonnie and Clyde

Yeah

Hears the deal we dare to go into a bank gunpount kill the security guard lock the place down force them to give us passwords and stuff download loads of cash and leave simple

Sounds like a plan

Let’s go do it

Dare Scare Ware Care

Danger Stranger Anger Ranger

Hesitate Replicate Placate Vacate

“Hello this is Starbucks, Steve here. May I have your order?

“Do you have Prince Albert in a Can?”

“Do we have what in a what?”

“Well let him out before he suffocates!”

It started at the Maidenfield Free Library. Joanie had been on Abe’s case again. Bubbly, His daughter-in-law was a good person in her way. She was a decent cook and a real champ about helping out here and there after Jess, a godsend really. But the woman does talk so much. Jess always said she had to lay down in a dim room in absolute silences for twenty minutes whenever Joanie and Lee visited. Joanie encouraged him to join things.

“Barnes & Nobles, This is Chris. How may I help you?”

“Is your refrigerator running?

“Fridge, we don’t sell refrigerators. This is a bookstore.”

“Well you better catch it?”

Horticultural Society, Senior Speed Walkers, Sip & Paint, and even something called Silver Fox dating website, Joanie would not stop making her little suggestions. Abe found brochures for historical tours and museum trips tucked in his favorite sweater’s pockets. Joanie even got Lee to drop in and discuss feelings. The thought of that awkward conversation made Abe shiver. Can’t I just be left to be, he grumbled to himself.So when Joanie stopped by to take him shopping Abe pretended he was interested in joining the Golden Years Book Club.

“Hey, your dog is in my backyard?”

“Excuse me sir. We’re a business we don’t have a dog.”

“Good cause I don’t have a backyard.”

Nothing could be further from the truth, Abe thought. Dutifully he downloaded the book on his table just like his granddaughters showed him and forgot the whole thing. Of course Joanie insisted on driving him to the library the day of the event. Dressed in a scratchy shirt, Abe walked into the library, passed the community room full of geezers, and headed deep into the stacks looking for a bit of mayhem. Between Greatest Heists of All Time and Scam City, Abe saw Pru.

Deep in a book on confidence hustles, Pru startled. She dropped the book under her arm, the Golden Years Book Club selection.

“What you don’t want to read the nice book they picked out for us at the senior event?” Abe said handing the stranger the dropped book.

“I’d rather eat my own hair,” Pru said. “Fellow escapee?”

Abe burst into laughter, a real belly laugh. Surprised Pru laughed until she nearly wet herself. In a cosy reading nook, the two senior citizens talked a little loudly since Pru was a touch hard of hearing until their people came to collect them. Despite the annoyed shushes from the other patrons, Abe and Pru met everyday at the library, talking mysteries. Eventually Molly, one of the library volunteers, suggested the pair go to Barnes & Noble. Pru suggested the nice lady go to blazes. Abe broke out into a lusty rendition of “Lydia the Tattooed Lady” and bumped into the new releases table as he wheeled Pru outside.

Next the raucous pair visited with each other at the local bookshop. For hours they sat in the children’s section of the bookstore where there were the most comfy chairs. They debated the guilt and innocence of Fatty Arbuckle to the consternation of the Hungry Hungry Caterpilar crowd. After their true killer of the Black Dahlia argument the bookstore clerks started to ask if them if they needed help finding anything every five minutes. In retaliation, Abe and Pru slipped ads for hemorrhoid cream in the self-help book section before moving thier daily dates to a Starbucks.

Over ridiculously over priced coffees, Abe and Pru bent their heads and make slightly loud plans for mischief.

“You first,” Abe said.

“Chicked!” Pru said with a snort. “Hello.”

“Maidenfield Library how may I direct your call?”

“Excuse me do you have big balls?” Pru said in her sweetest old lady voice.

“Um, yes, madam we —“

“Good God how do you walk!”

Abe and Pru laughed all the way to the senior transit van.

Two weeks after our honeymoon, we decided to have a stay home date. After a few drinks, we decided to play a game of truth and dare. They were very innocent at first, and they never got spicy. But they got stupid. They started with being technically illegal until we started bringing the state law for inspiration. There were no longer truths, just you could do more stupid things. I did not end well to say the least.

A couple’s thrilling game of dares escalates, pushing them to increasingly risky and illegal activities.

After series of dares, they decided to rob the bank, as their anniversary is coming soon. They didn’t know what they have planned put them into a very dangerous situation.

On the day of robbery, the couple brought their tools and watched for a perfect time to take action; as the bank about to close, they broke into the bank and started finding money. The civilians were shouting, some of them even falling down to the ground; because the couple had gun with them.

The police came to dealing with the situation, after several rounds of negotiations, the couple surrendered and walked out to the street. They actually had a very difficult life, which led them to do some extraordinary things.

The couple spent time to work with each other, after a few months, things still no change at all. They planned quietly, to rob the bank again!

I stand here on the overpass contemplating life and the decisions we make. Particularly those we make in love. I look at my hands and they are bloody and hurt. A result from one of the earlier dares.

The policeman is pointing a stun gun at me. In any other circumstance I would have been innocent but this was her dare. My turn to oblige. Risk adds the spice to life and I like it spicy. I grip the head-sized rock as the shouts repeat, I can play the dare or I can give up.

You see, this was her plan. It started simple but she said she enjoyed it. I enjoyed it too. The sex after each dare was immense. The first was to successfully give a child one of those trick sweets where they taste like poo or bogey. Child’s play. Another was to play knock down ginger but with an extra bit to throw eggs as well. My heart raced on that one. These were simple but then we got risky.

Knife between the fingers was one she gave to me and that’s why my hands hurt. I gave her a dare of pushing people on bikes into the canals.

This must be her test. Her dare has been upgraded. It was originally to throw a big rock onto traffic below but I think I understand now her deeper intentions. With swiftness, I raise the rock…

“Ahhhhhhh!”

It was a shockingly beautiful sunset for an average thursday afternoon

It weaved its way through trees to string up streams in shadows

A nearby kite casting the silhouette of a star saying hi

A shirtless man slowing down his pace to brisk jog, enjoying his scenery

A couple

A young woman kicking sand while she walked, as to not let it get in the eyes of the clumsy man next to her

A young man kicking rocks while he walked, shooing them away before the clumsy woman tripped on one

He always had a puffiness to his eyes, eyes that spoke with silence and kept tears to show he cared, eyebags to show he’s resilliant, hair tangled in some places but overall healthy and strung like acoustics.

She always had scrapes and bruises, and each one whispers and shouts of adventures and stories, scars healed like rings on trees with history and magic lining its existence, making paper you scribe with.

To see what she cannot, and to walk where he does not dare to.

Two mockingjays sat on a perch, knowing they are now able to fly and are almost expected to

It is no longer a rebellion, or to go against the grain.

For amongst the other birdies in the perch, these two have always sung the loudest, about things the others do not understand.

They’ve been up long enough to get the worm, and now that part of life seems second nature.

So it should be expected these two leave the perch to become greater things.

She a gymnast, a remarkably talented young woman traveling along the country to eventually find her way into Olympic trials, with an astounding ability to navigate uneven bars as if she was made to do it.

Him, an academic, a mathematical genius who excels at applying theorum to established principles, founding a free-to-use chess site that uses ai to give players personal insights, that he then uses as research for his ideas about personality through logistics.

Waiting any longer, for both of them, would be insane

A sin

to anyone who isn’t a mockingjay.

The man has a number of colleges for free scholarships, and so does the woman.

But the mockingjay sing from what they hear.

And when she first hopped on the uneven bars, the man was there to walk her through every step in her execution

And when he first told her of his ideas, she was the woman who held him to it, pushed him on even through odds.

These two mockingjays sing so beautifully

For they sing from each other

For each other

Because of each other.

And now, in two weeks the woman will fly first, and there will be no more singing on the perch

She first dared him to step outside his comfort zone

And he dared her to solidify her confidence

So she dared herself to always be the rock he needed,

And he the same for her

They were troublemakers at times, him downloading malware into the phone of a girl picking on her when they were younger, and her sneaking into the office to get his electronics back through the paneling in the roof.

She would watch him playing videos games and call him a dork, and he would make fun of her when she fell

There were checks and balances

A push and pull

Pressure that formed

Diamonds, so beautiful now in the sunset, giving rainbows they now know have ends.

They’ve always dared each other to leave the porch

When it felt so far

But now, how sweet a sin it would be

To sing a song where the two mockingjay

Tell each other

DARE each other

To stay.

It was an amazing first date, at least the start of one. Clive was a handsome charmer, and a bad boy to boot, making Jill effortlessly swoon. Jill was the classy debutant from an affluent family - a good girl with a chic elegant style that tempted Clive’s baser instincts. Opposites do attract, apparently.

The well behaved Jill quickly lost herself to Clive’s seductive adventurous whims. As if losing all inhibition, Jill felt liberated to be…bad! Was this who she really was, Jill wondered, intoxicated in the high of shoplifting some useless junk from a store. Her heart was pounding with excitement, an excitement further stoked by Clive’s beguiling smile.

Clive too, lost himself in Jill’s adorable hearty laugh, she dared him to walk shirtless through the Manhattan street. She relished in the judgmental glances the two received as their respective dares and taunts only escalated to riskier… and more risqué feats.

How did it slip so far away from them! Clive was now covered in blood, the blood of Jill’s unfaithful trustfund ex - as the two ran away from the crime scene. Was Brad alive? Jill didn’t care! At this moment in time she was fueled by a passion for Clive…and maybe a little bit of cocaine.

It was her turn to do a dare. She secretly hoped for something raunchy. Her whole body aching with desire.

“I dare you to do the same to my ex,” Clive smirked, half expecting Jill to shy away from the ask.

“Where is the bitch!” Jill didn’t want any details, she wholeheartedly accepted the challenge for the fun of it

Passion ran smock is a dangerous thing.

“Care to make it even more dangerous?” Clive took out a switch blade from his pocket.

The two were drunk on lust and passion to think clearly. And soon, Jill too was covered in someone’s blood.

The sirens were approaching as Clive’s ex lay on the ground, stabbed in the heart. Next to her, a man. The couple didn’t know if the man Clive attacked was his ex current lover or just a bystander.

Onlookers watched, horrified, as blood covered Clive and Jill - murderers - celebrated their kills by embracing in unabashed coitus right on the sidewalk by the two fresh corpses.

The growing crowd around them all glued to the bizarre display - capturing it on their phones. Society has indeed rotted away.

The cops finally came to do what the job they were made for.

“Don’t say a word!” Jill yelled at her new lover, “My father will get us out!”

The saddest part of all this…Jill’s father, a big time donor to the political party in charge, will no doubt make any repercussions for this first date go away for good.

His heart raced and for a moment he wondred if they had gone too far. Was it time to call it quits at last? But deep down he knew he had grown addictited to the rush, the excitement, the danger. He couldn’t return to normal hum drum life after this. Adrenilin raced through him in equal meassure with fear. It was a feeling he new would never truly be sated.

Ok it was go time he thought to himself. He began to move through the parking lot. He tried to walk with determination without appearing too much in a rush. He didn’t want to draw attention or suspicion and put people on the alert.

He approched a car where a woman hand her hands full. She was concentrating on jugguling shopping bags, her purse and trying to get her car keys and wasn’t paying attention to the ebvironent around her. She did not see or hear him approach until it was too late.

As he approched he pulled the gun that was tucked in the waistband of his pants and pressed it against the woman’s back.

“Listen I don’t want to hurt you. Please don’t do anything stupid, I just want your car. Give me your keys and step aside.”

His words were comanding with a tone of urgency, for what he said was true. They had never actually harmed anyone before. When all this first started between him and his girlfriend Liz, it had been harmless fun. A way to spice up their life and relationship. As things progressed the dares became increasingly more risky but still they never physically harmed anyone. He had no desire or intention of actually harming this woman.

She thought of screaming, someone might hear, but than, what if he shot her before anyone else could help, or what if someone else got shot trying to help? Was it worth it? She fumbled for the keys dropping her shopping bags.

“Here!” She said in a gasped sob as she thrust the keys at him.

He felt a mix of both relief and excitment. A part of his brian thought no way would this work. If it did not work he had no idea what he would actually do. But now he had the keys. He did not want to give the woman the oppertunity to have secound thoughts or get any ideas, so he qucikly pushed past her, got the door open and jumped into the car.

The entire time he was driving the car he expected to hear sirens behind him, surely the woman had called the cops as soon as he drove off, or someone else must have saw something? Yet by some miarcle there were no sirens.

He pulled into the abandoned gravel lot that was the assigned meeting place. Liz was already there waiting in her car. He hopped out of the stolen car, wiped down any surface he touched and slid out.

“No way! You really did it?” Liz said both astonished and estatic. He knew she was also really turned on. That was another reason he loved doing this. They never had better sex sine they began this game.

But somewhere in the back of his mind the unsettling thought lingered. Where would all this ultimately go? And what would happen to them when they stopped?

“I’ll never forgive her! Not ever!”

Hi, my name is Eddie and I was in a beautiful relationship with a girl named Lauren who I’ve known since I was little.

At first, Lauren and I were best friends and she had an incredibly infectious smile always fixed on her face with brilliantly dark hair that would dance in the strongest of winds.

Lauren was also extremely helpful too however, when it comes to loyalty, that was definitely the thing her mind lacked let alone her heart.

One day, Lauren and I chose to play the classic game “Dares” which involves doing something that requires an immense amount of bravery but this time, Lauren gave me a dare that seemed to be harder than A-level Maths (trust me that’s tough.)

“Eddie, I dare you to go and smash Callum’s window!” Lauren exclaimed with an enormous grin on her face. Why would I even do that? Yeah Callum was a horrible rat when we were in school don’t get me wrong but come on! We’ve moved on now!

Callum lived just across the street from where Lauren and I lived and we always bickered in school and he did something I’d rather not go into when we were in art class but after we received a harsh detention, he eventually stopped so I don’t know why I’d bother but I suppose I had to do what was right for my girl right?

After I finished my hot cup of tea, put my mug down and picked up my hammer from my bedroom that I use for work, anxiously walked out of my home and…

Smash! I flung my hammer straight at Callum’s kitchen window which caused a deafening smashing noise which made me jump out of my skin with the sound. Why wouldn’t it anyway? It’s glass after all!

After I immediately scurried back into my house, I could hear the howling laughter from Lauren in the living room so I walked over to her offering a hi-five but before Lauren could give me one…

“Boom!” A bullet loudly hit the front door frame of my house and I knew something wasn’t right so I crept into the kitchen to look outside the window and what I saw made my blood run as cold as ice.

Callum was pointing a revolver at my home with a shady-looking gang standing behind him and I knew something was starting to go sour, very sour so I went to speak to Lauren about it and she replied saying “Let ‘em.” Why would she even say that? That’s disgusting until…

“I asked you to do that dare so you can leave me alone. I’m done!” Lauren said in a wicked voice.

I hate liars! I always have done so after I quickly called the police to come to my home about the shooting, it didn’t take long for the police to arrive and for the terrifying banging to stop but suddenly, when the banging stopped, a police officer barged into my house snd for some reason, he forced Lauren to stand up from the sofa as the officer cuffed her.

“Excuse me officer, why is my girlfriend arrested?” I asked in a worried voice. “Sir, the gang told me that your girlfriend called them to find and shoot you when you were out doing a so-called dare I’ll show you.” The police officer all of a sudden took Lauren’s phone out of the left pocket of her jeans and shown me a text that almost made my eyes flood with tears…

“Boys, do me a solid, my boy is here, get rid of him.”

Why would she even send that horrific text to a gang? She supported a criminal! I’m never dating her again. Never again!

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