Writing Prompt #2

Prompt: “I don’t care if you panic, just panic quietly.”


“I don’t care if you panic, just panic quietly,” She whispered. She held her gun tight in her hands, close to her body.

“I’m sorry,” I respond. My heart was beating immensely. The adrenaline was rushing through my body, and I’m still not ready. I look over to Marcy who’s determined to get the job done.

“On my count, we’ll go.” She begins to count, “One.” I can feel my chest rise. “Two.” I stop breathing. “Three!” She shouts, and we turn to bust down the door.

“Sit down!” I hear a women yell. I can’t tell if it’s Marcy because I can’t focus even though  I know she’s relying on me to help her. I try to shift my focus to what was happening.

A man was sitting on the edge of the couch, frantic, holding his hands up slightly. A woman was doing almost the same, except she was crying hysterically. I didn’t even realize I had my gun pointed at the man until he looked me in eyes and pleaded for me not to shoot. My heart sunk.

“Adam!” Marcy called for my attention. I snapped my head to look in her direction but held my hands steady. “I’m going to go look for it. If they move or anything, shoot them.” She said firmly and went into another room. My heart was beating so fast, I couldn’t concentrate very well. My arms moved from the man to the woman every time a saw them move even a little bit.

“What are you looking for?” The man asked hesitantly. I looked over at him.

“Something you stole,” I vaguely answered him. “Marcy, do you need help?” I questioned her. I heard no come from another room. I was getting tired of hearing the woman weep, and them whispering, “please.” My guilt was flooding in, but I knew I had to hold my ground until Marcy was done.

“Please don’t kill us,” The woman pleaded. “We have children!” Doing this already built a pit in the bottom of my stomach. I cannot even remember how I got forced into this situation to begin with.

“Adam! I got it!” Marcy waved the manilla envelope in the air.

“Now, let’s get out of here,” I demanded. She turned around and smiled at me.

“Oh, honey.” She gave me a sympathetic look. Before I knew it, I heard a gunshot, and everything went black.

Writing Prompt: #1

Prompt: “That doesn’t even begin to make it okay.”


“That doesn’t even begin to make it okay,” Alex snapped back. He put his head in his hands and took a deep breath. It took several minutes for one of them to say something again.

“What do you want me to say? I know I messed up. It wasn’t me!” ” Bash asked.  He didn’t attempt to touch Alex because he knew that it wouldn’t make things better so he slowly backed away towards the kitchen. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

“I know it wasn’t you!” Alex shot up. He walked over to Bash in the kitchen and stood facing him. 

“I wish things weren’t like this.” 

“I know, I don’t either. You need help.” 

“I know, but I-I can’t! I want to, b-but I can’t.” 

“Yes, you can. You just refuse to do it.” Alex conceded. He leaned over the marble countertop and rubbed his face with his hands. He sighed loudly and rested his head in his hands to look up at Bash.

“I’m scared.”

“I don’t know how much longer I can handle this. I need some space.”

“Baby, please don’t leave. Please.” Bash pleaded, gripping onto Alex’s arm. He pulled out of his grip and went back to the living room, grabbed his keys, stopped to look at Bash and proceeded out the door. Bash ran towards him, but stopped at the door and watched him walk to his car. Alex looked back at him for a second and continued on.