Short Story: Cheating In Ohio

“Ok! It was an accident, but then why did she drove away, she might have called the ambulance and saved their life!. It was 7:00 in the morning and there was no one on the road. So, she just sneaked away and let them suffer.” After that, she broke into tears, lyla was surprised to see sally’s reaction instead of calming her down she was shocked and pale.

“Good. Then this should go real quick.” Rosie scurried down the hall. The breakroom was to her left. She noticed Hexson leaned on the vending machine, where the stranger from earlier had stood. He waved his arms, attempting to get Rosie’s attention, but she ignored the detective. Rosie had other business. It was time to build up the green civilian, and then watch him crash to the ground.

The fire had blocked off an exit. “Go, run!”, Kalyca screamed. She went up to the coach and grabbed the driver’s shoulder. “Wait”, she ordered. The man obeyed frightfully and she sprinted over to them.

Then she made sure the barrel was empty, and then she saw something in the corner of her eye. There had been a piece of paper, she had overlooked, when she looked at it she was surprised to see it was a ransom note. The handwriting of the ransom note looked vaguely familiar. She bagged it and tagged it, after which she put it in a box along with the, now bagged and tagged, 9 millimeter gun. She heard screams that night but they were only her imagination, at least, they stopped after a minute or two.

I make a turn around the building to see Lisa on the floor looking unconscious. I’m freaking out running as fast as I can. Lisa, Lisa can you hear me? I slid on the ground towards her and check her pulse. 1, 2,3 it beats against my fingers. TODDDDD, CRAIGGGGG Lisa’s bleeding a lot! Oh wait look, the bullet hit her arm. Craig go get the car quickly “on it,” he replies. I slowly lift her up and drag her to the car. Step on the Gas Craig!

Raven ran down the corridor while multiple attackers we catching up. She turned down a hall to see 6 more attackers. She had to act fast. She looked around desperately trying to find an exit. She cursed quietly in Russian and then braced herself for the attack. Bang!

Laura, still clutching Sarah in her arms pushed past Mitch to get to the nearest window that wasn’t covered in sheet metal. Looking out the window, she saw her husband standing on the back of the Humvee. She watched him as he pulled back the slide plate of the massive weapon and began opening fire in short two, three round bursts. She knew then that her husband hadn’t forgotten about her and their children. He’d come for them like a knight in shining armor, striking down Satan’s

“We will wait just a minute to catch our breath.” Randy said. The boys let a minute pass, then scurried down

“ oh yeah that's right. Take the bunnies outside i will be out in a minute i'm going to get my boots on” she said

Themes 1. Feeling beautiful 2. Tasking risk 3. Americans. I feel like any relationship you are in whether it is Marriage, friendship etc., you are always hoping for the best. Wanting to feel beautiful, loved, excitement, sadness any emotion you can think of. I feel like people are always analyzing other relationships that they see and want to build their relationship on that. In my Hispanic culture we necessarily don’t get married we can be in a relationship for a very long time and not need that piece of paper saying we are married. Nothing is changing once you sign that paper. I see friends get married or be in relationship’s for all the wrong reasons and end up hurt, betrayed and other work out wonderfully. I just hope for m kids and my friend’s kid’s generation, once they are in a relationship they do it of themselves and no one else and be open with their partner. Now a days no one complaints on anyone. I hope that

“Could you hurry up? We have to pick up the rest of the squad.” Amber rolled her eyes and

BANG! Blood gushed from the boy’s skull as he flew backwards, falling off the roof and onto the concrete – THUD! A look of horror precipitated on Christopher and Alexis’s faces, mixed with confusion, trepidation, and astonishment. The two veered around, identifying a slouched person angled towards his left. In his right hand, was a smoking gun that had just been fired.

“The double doors of the cafeteria swung shut behind him. By now, the team working this room had assessed and transported the injured; only the bodies remained behind. The cinder-block walls were chipped where bullets had pierced or grazed them. A vending machine-glass shattered, bottles pierced-dribbled Sprite and Coke and Dasani onto the

A brunette crouched behind a wooden crate, covering her walkie with her knee, trying to silence the noise. Turning it off, she left it lay and crawled over to the other side. No one was in view and she had no idea where her partner was. Andrews pulled her gun from her belt, holding it outstretched as she stood. Shots fired from all directions. She crouched once again as she checked her body for wounds. Andrews knew she was no longer safe and had to either make a run for it or surrender herself to the drug dealers. Being twenty-four and in amazing athletic shape; the hot-headed detective stood ignoring all gunshots and ran full speed toward the back wall. Earlier she had seen a door leading to the outside over there and knew that was her only chance at escaping.

Her brows creased as a bald man bumped her shoulder. She caught her breath as the assault pushed her toward the group entering the car. After catching herself, she started to step away when he shoulder-bumped her again propelling her further into the lunch bunch entering the elevator. The doors closed. She tried to get out. She went so far as to yell, stop, to no avail. She could not be heard above the others. And so the fear set in.