Writing Prompt

“Go get all the money from the safe!” I flinched as the masked man jerked his gun to the space behind me. “Now!”

“O-okay.” I stuttered, turning to rush to the safe, but once my back was to the man I smiled. I had prepared all my life for something like this. All those crime dramas and documentaries were gonna pay off today.

I pretended to fumble with the keys to one of the safes and dropped them. ...

It was a regular day at Cross Rivers Saving & Loans. Behind an inch of bulletproof plastic, Nicholas stood bored. Debbie was running late per usual. Under bank protocol Mr. Shen should be behind the glass as a backup bank teller but instead he was online trying to cover the spread for the San Barracus Brewsters versus the Mohnton Bulldogs. Edna was in the back of bank doing God knows what. Nichol...

Look at him in his mask acting the fool. His soft pink lips poking out from his mouth hole. The way he seductively tells me to put the money in the bag. I look around the room to all the frightened faces as I slowly collect the money for him. He guides me out from behind the desk and makes me kneel with the other hostages.

I love a man who knows how to take control.

I’ve seen so many crime dra...

He gave me a huge sack and told me to fill all the money I can with it so I do but secretly also give him my phone as well with a tracker app. I gave him the bag back and he goes along all the other tellers until he can fill all he can then leaves.

Now this is the part where I could have just did nothing but learning from all the crime “dramas” I watched including Reno 911, Monk and Lethal weapon...

I collapsed onto my couch, exhausted. It was nearly midnight.

The day was absolutely insane.

It had started out normal and suddenly became one of my best memories.

It all started when a masked man with a gun had exploded in through the doors…

“I’m going to say it one last time, UNLOCK THE SAFE AND GIVE ME THE MONEY!!” He had yelled, holding up the gun.

I acted fran...

It was all according to plan, there’s Brink’s armory right on time: 9:03 am on the dot. There’s the car dealership 9:12am, Chevy’s driver needs to slow down a bit or the boss might get mad. Lastly, yep here’s the kid from Burger Chef; thanks kid, as the mysterious figure leans up against the building lighting a cigarette. Yep, just put your bare hands on that clear money deposit bag. I’ll make sur...

Another boring day at work counting cash, taking checks, swiping cards. It’s all rather dull really. I kind of hate it and I’ve day dreamed about quitting more than once.

I ponder this as I count yet another stack of $1 bills. Some of them have odd stains on them… disgusting.

My gaze wanders to the young woman standing in front of me. Is she a stripper? A waitress? No way to know.

The bills are ro...

My day started out, like any other, getting up, and going to work. The date on the calendar, said Friday the 13th, but

I didn’t think much about that. At my job, at the local bank, it was ‘take your android, to work day’. I had my own,

Since I helped, build him,from scratch. All those long, hard, sleepless nights, in the basement, planning, ordering,

And giving life, to my electric friend.

He w...

Betty Sue was daydreaming. It was a really slow day at First Loving Bank of Killum, Texas, and she had popped a piece of Juicy Fruit in her mouth which was against bank rules, but nobody paid much attention to the rules anyway. The manager, Kenneth “call me Ken” Hawkins was not very managerial, and mostly he spent his time trying to get someone….anyone….to go on a date with him. Betty Sue had t...

“That’s not a real gun.” The teller rolled his eyes, snapped his gum, and went back to scrolling his Twitter feed.

If you could have seen the masked man’s face, I’m sure his eyebrows would have been raised with an air of confusion. I mean, it wasn’t a real gun, but how could a bank teller know that?

“I can literally see the black paint coming off the plastic on your fingertips. And no gloves? Grea...