Creative Writing: Criminal Life

The first thing you should do is run to the nearest exit. Always keep in mind the exits near you when you are walking in public. In the back of your mind always have an escape route. You should leave your belongings behind. You can replace items; you cannot replace your life. Warn others as you are running, if you are able. If they do not comply, leave

Jack went into this mysterious,unknown,and spooky shop. He was greeted by a very suspicious looking guy.”Hi i'm Josh”,he hollered.

On May 23, 2005, shortly after leaving his job at the Nation, a nightclub located in downtown Baltimore, on May 23, 2005, Jason became cursed. At three a.m., the twenty-three-year-old manager locked the main doors of the establishment and walked toward his red Cobra Mustang parked at the far end of the lot.

“Better than nothing.” I say, pocketing the money. I leave the wallet by his body and quickly head out the door.

I’m running. I can’t scream, my lungs are burning and something is chasing me. I see a light at the end of the dark and gloomy hallway but it keeps getting farther no matter how fast I run. The thing behind me is getting closer, I can smell its rotten breath. All of the sudden I feel the sharp pain of broken glass burying in my feet. I fall onto the glass covered floor and finally a scream escapes my throat.

On September 11, 2017, VA police were dispatched to Desk C for an Intoxicated Individual on VA property.

The sirens get closer causing me to sprint into the dark and spooky undergrowth. I make it a good distance from the road before my feet trip over nothing and I faceplant to the ground.

"Sorry but we have to be quiet and I don't want you to scream from me startling you. Listen we have to get out of here. It isn't safe for you to be out in the open. No questions right now lets just get to safety." He grabbed my wrist tightly and we began to run again.

I kept running I never looked back at what just happened. I can’t believe I did that. Other than regret, nothing went through my mind, but that I need to run and get to Brehamore in three days or I will miss my interview for my job. I just kept running, not paying attention to the sirens, the cars, and yelling behind me. To get to Brehamore now that I missed the bus, the only way is to catch the train that stops at the crossing right behind the woods.

It was nice to see a letter from you. I am typing this letter because my handwriting is really bad. Crazy how they guys you are in jail with are at war between each other. Shaking my damn head- Virginia against North Carolina. It’s funny because that’s the reason why some of them are in there. Plain old ignorance. Do you think everyone in Virginia and North Carolina gives a fuck about who representing them? Cause they aren’t reppin them. I use to have that mentality when I was younger out here in New York that Brooklyn against Queens drama. WHO GIVES A FUCK. FUCK EM BOTH! If they loved ya that much they would bail all your asses out of jail. Forget that LOL!! Its every man for themselves. You have to take care of yourself in there and stay away from

Turning to his head to the left when he saw a disturbance out of the corner of the eye he could see a man trying to steal a vendors money pouch. Wrestling the pouch away from the merchant the man started running down the street. “Stop Thief!” the vendor call. “Someone one stop that man, he stole my money,” he yelled to the other vendors and customers as he started chasing the thief.

Huffing and puffing as my shirt becomes tightly attached to my pale skin as cool air brushed passed me like a force of a tornado. Finally reaching the line which felt like years to reach, another morning worth of fitness completed. Whilst I was walking, I felt something dripping down my shoulders. Heavy, heavy drops of rain dripping down. Is it raining now? I question myself. As droplets came in contact with my hands, I saw the unmistakable red. Blood. I instantly looked up and spotted a hand soaked in blood hovering over the balcony.

As I turn away, it starts to rain. For a few seconds just a drizzle, but then a downpour. I pick up my pace, a fast walk, then a jog. Maybe I can duck inside some place. But the bus leaves in 20 minutes, who knows how long the rain will last. Run or walk, I’ll be soaked regardless, why not avoid the heavy breathing. I put my head down and walk straight ahead.

Ever wondered what it's like to be a prisoner? He may have done something wrong to end up there, but ever wondered how someone's life is, once they get put behind the bars?

You are in the middle of nowhere under attack by a fierce animal. It could be a dog or even a lion. The only option you have is to run for dear life. You end up running as fast as your legs can