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You are cycling home when you witness a crime. The perpetrator spots you and the chase begins.
Create a fast-paced scene where your protagonist must escape danger and report the crime.
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Bright streetlamps of orange and yellow light the way home, along the backroads of the city. My boyfriend always cautioned me each day before heading to work to take the main roads on my way home. But after eight hours in an office I want to get home quick. He says that the darkness brings out the devil in people; but I think he's simply paranoid. It's sweet, but unnecessary.
I slip past a ruined...
“Boom boom,” my heart beating in my ears. My legs moving as fast as they can. “Rattle rattle,” the chain slamming as my feet peddle. I look back and see the black hoodie trying to keep up. Bump after bump I ride over the potholes as quick as I could. I can see her blood splatter, like it’s stained in my eyes. Quick right and I slip into the garage as it closes. I stare out of a hole in the door a...
The thing I remebered most clearly was what she wore. It always seemed like people only ever wore those conventional yellow rainjackets in the movies. Well, not this time. Mr. Evans was impossible to miss; a bright yellow blob standing under his covered designated parking area. The light over his parking space was out, so he was dimly lit from the adjacent fixtures and the ones attached to the apa...
Knees pumping, Benji dug in. Parnett Road with its hill was always the hardest part of his route. He wondered why they even built hilly roads. Why not blast them out and make everything smooth flat? He’d asked his Pop Pop after he finished his paper route.
This afternoon he was delivering the Pick And Save. Some days were the Pennysaver Special or the Shopper Showstopper. The only difference Benj...
As the wind caressed my face cycling down the road towards my house, I didn't want this moment to end. I newly got a job and I couldn't wait to ride my bicycle after not using it for a long time. I checked my vintage wrist watch to see, what the time is, how many minutes it will take for me to get to my place of work. As I raised my faced my face to look where I am going. I noticed something stran...
Everyday after school little Gavin would bike home from school to an empty home. His mom usually got home one hour later. Gavin thought this afternoon when he left school was just a typical day. He knew the route like the back of his hand. He left campus rode to the end of the block turned right and rode two blocks up to his street. It usually took him no more than 20 mintues to bike home. On thi...
“Shit shit shit!” I moved my legs as fast as they would go. Hopefully on foot this person couldn’t get me. I only hoped I’d be fast enough to make it to the phone booth or better, the police station. This- person (I think) had no mask on but it was dark enough for me to not see its face. Only a block away from the police station and I was determined to make it. Unfortunately, my bike wasn’t as det...
“Hey I’m going to head home.” I glance up at my friends playing air hockey. “You’re not even going to cash in your tickets?” Trevor says, to busy playing the game to look at me. “Yeah, just tired.” I reply. I feel my girlfriend grab my waist. “Well, if you get bored, call me.” She gives me a peck on my cheek. Electricity in my face. “Wow Cassia, blushing much.” Gianna whispers in my ear, putting h...
Dang it, he spotted me. Oh boy, now he was running. Let’s hope I’m faster than him on my bike.
He had mugged and then knock out a pregnant women. That would have serious consequences.
See, I am studying law. As a law student, I am super broke, the reason I was cycling home. But I also know that offending a pregnant person is super bad. So if I can get home, let’s really hope I can get home, I can ...
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