Post by kipponoui on Sept 19, 2010 0:00:30 GMT -5
Here's the first one!
Perched at the cash register at the 24-7 convenient store at the midnight hour, Bruno works the quiet night shift, and progressively grew bored of the job. He read every last magazine on the wall, sorted every beverage by drink type and then color, stocked all the shelves with sugary goodness, and the surfaces of the store are sparklingly sanitized. This night, he chugged down three cans of iced coffee, but is still lagging through his shift. Bruno keeps slipping in and out of sleep, dreaming about things he rather be doing.
Physically, Bruno’s sitting in a convenient store on a late night. Mentally, he’s cruising on his new ride, an old Harley he bought of a friend with money he has saved and spare change he has accumulated throughout the years. Bruno thinks of images of himself on his Harley, speeding down the highway in style. He thinks of all the adventures he could have traveling from town to town. He thinks of how working in a convenient store is not for him.
So Bruno waited, and waited, and waited. He wasn’t waiting for a customer to stroll in and slightly liven up his shift; He was waiting to see if he could abandon the store for good, and barrel away on his Harley. After a half an hour, Bruno sprung up from his slump, gestured at the camera and roared, “So long, suckers!”
Bruno swung open the front door, plopped on his Harley, cranked the engine and drove into the night. He passed street light after street light, illuminating him on and off as he cruised down the boulevard. Bruno felt exhilarated by this sudden decision, and wasn’t going to return to his boring, previous life. But, that life already started to linger. His phone chirps. It’s his former boss. His boss isn’t pleased.
Bruno turns into a vacant parking lot, and Bruno answered his cell phone.
“Hello?” asked Bruno.
Bruno’s boss incoherently yelled, “WHERE DID YOU GO? THERE WAS A ROBBERY AND THEY RANSACKED THE PLACE! IT’S A CRIMESCEME”
Bruno worried a little bit, considering he was solely responsible for that incident, but the fantasies of thundering down Route 66 were more pleasing to him.
Still screaming incoherently, Bruno’s former boss continued, “DON’T YOU HAVE ANY RESPONCIBILITY? Y’KNOW WHAT? I’M FILING CHARGES ON…”
Beep!
Bruno hung up his phone and felt even more exhilarated. Not only is Bruno living out his dreams, Bruno snatched back the control in his life like those robbers did to the convenient store’s goods and money. After the phone call, he returned back onto the road. He counted down avenues as he rode. Eight avenue, seventh avenue, sixth avenue, all the way to first. Bruno arrived at the interstate ramp, ready to leave this town behind to start an epic journey. He sped up his Harley as the light change to yellow. Bruno screeched to a halt at the now red light. The air got tense around Bruno as he impatiently waited. The light changed to green and Bruno floored his Harley on to the interstate ramp.
Bruno finally made it to the open road, and Bruno was pleased. This is the adventure in his life that he searched for. And here’s another adventure heading towards him now.
The boisterous police sirens echoed down the interstate. The pattern of red and blue flashing lights was approaching Bruno. Bruno noticed the police car and pulled out to the side of the freeway. The police car finally caught up to him and the officer walked over to his vehicle.
“Good evening, officer. What seems to be the problem?” greeted Bruno.
“I’m just doing my routine, late night stops. May I see you license and registration please?” responded the officer.
Bruno patted down his pockets to find his wallet containing his money, his driver and motorcycle licenses, his registration, his proof of insurance and a few credit cards. His pockets were vacant. Bruno left his wallet behind at the convenient store. Bruno panicked. He restarted up the Harley and fled the scene. The cop didn’t really appreciate that.
Bruno is zooming down the intersection at speeds in the hundreds and patrol cars are tailing behind him. One minute, Bruno had one car after him, the next it was six. Eventually, there was a whole fleet of patrol cars gaining up on the lone Harley. Bruno started getting more tactical by exiting and re-entering the interstate system. This strategy would shake off a few cops, but the numbers of cops doubled when those patrol cars returned with the pack. At one point, the state patrols brought in the heavy equipment for this high speed chase: Helicopters. Bruno slowly creped his eyes to the mirrors of the Harley. He counted the patrol cars and mentally gave up. Bruno slowed the Harley to a complete stop, where the patrol squad formed a death circle around Bruno.
“PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD AND GET ON THE GROUND! PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD AND GET ON THE GROUND,” commanded the numerous police officers and state patrollers, shielded by their car doors while aiming their weapons at Bruno, who they think is a hardened criminal.
Bruno, feeling defeated, follows the officers’ commands. One of the officers slaps Bruno with handcuffs, and guides him to one of the many police vehicles surrounding Bruno and his Harley. The officer slammed Bruno on the hood of the automobile and began to search him. As one officer searched, one ran Bruno for warrants, and one examined the Harley. The officer emptied Bruno’s pockets. There was no contraband or any other illegal substances, just a pack of peppermint gum and a collection of pocket lint.
The officer gave the usually speech that’s paired with being arrested, “You have the right to remain silent. Whatever you say may be recorded for the court of law.”
Bruno was more than willing to cooperate with police at this point.
“Why did you run away?” prompted the officer.
“I was afraid and panicked,” responded Bruno.
“I’ll ask you more questions down at the station.”
Before Bruno was completely detained by the police, the officers told him that he was being put in custody for fleeing from a traffic stop and reckless endangerment. The officer then shoved Bruno in the car and slammed the door. As the officer start to head for the station, Bruno got a glimpse of his Harley one more time. The freedom that he found in riding his Harley strengthened him to go live his dreams that he fantasized about every night in the little convenient shop. The chances of his dreams being fully realized were fading away….
The drive to the station was silent. Bruno kept thinking about what happened that night and how silly it was to flee like when the prey sees its predator. He still thought about how much adventure the Harley could bring and how much it could take away if someone were to act irrationally like he did at the traffic stop. The officer parked his car at the station and pulled Bruno from the back seat of the patrol car. Bruno was escorted to the information room to extract the driver’s information from his noggin. Bruno told the officer interviewing him his full name, address, phone number, and gave the officer his finger prints, officially giving Bruno a criminal record. The officer started taking Bruno’s mug shots and FLASH! Bruno had an epiphany right there and then. His epiphany: The more freedom, the more responsibility. The officer finished the mug shots and placed Bruno in his cell for the night.
Joy Ride
Perched at the cash register at the 24-7 convenient store at the midnight hour, Bruno works the quiet night shift, and progressively grew bored of the job. He read every last magazine on the wall, sorted every beverage by drink type and then color, stocked all the shelves with sugary goodness, and the surfaces of the store are sparklingly sanitized. This night, he chugged down three cans of iced coffee, but is still lagging through his shift. Bruno keeps slipping in and out of sleep, dreaming about things he rather be doing.
Physically, Bruno’s sitting in a convenient store on a late night. Mentally, he’s cruising on his new ride, an old Harley he bought of a friend with money he has saved and spare change he has accumulated throughout the years. Bruno thinks of images of himself on his Harley, speeding down the highway in style. He thinks of all the adventures he could have traveling from town to town. He thinks of how working in a convenient store is not for him.
So Bruno waited, and waited, and waited. He wasn’t waiting for a customer to stroll in and slightly liven up his shift; He was waiting to see if he could abandon the store for good, and barrel away on his Harley. After a half an hour, Bruno sprung up from his slump, gestured at the camera and roared, “So long, suckers!”
Bruno swung open the front door, plopped on his Harley, cranked the engine and drove into the night. He passed street light after street light, illuminating him on and off as he cruised down the boulevard. Bruno felt exhilarated by this sudden decision, and wasn’t going to return to his boring, previous life. But, that life already started to linger. His phone chirps. It’s his former boss. His boss isn’t pleased.
Bruno turns into a vacant parking lot, and Bruno answered his cell phone.
“Hello?” asked Bruno.
Bruno’s boss incoherently yelled, “WHERE DID YOU GO? THERE WAS A ROBBERY AND THEY RANSACKED THE PLACE! IT’S A CRIMESCEME”
Bruno worried a little bit, considering he was solely responsible for that incident, but the fantasies of thundering down Route 66 were more pleasing to him.
Still screaming incoherently, Bruno’s former boss continued, “DON’T YOU HAVE ANY RESPONCIBILITY? Y’KNOW WHAT? I’M FILING CHARGES ON…”
Beep!
Bruno hung up his phone and felt even more exhilarated. Not only is Bruno living out his dreams, Bruno snatched back the control in his life like those robbers did to the convenient store’s goods and money. After the phone call, he returned back onto the road. He counted down avenues as he rode. Eight avenue, seventh avenue, sixth avenue, all the way to first. Bruno arrived at the interstate ramp, ready to leave this town behind to start an epic journey. He sped up his Harley as the light change to yellow. Bruno screeched to a halt at the now red light. The air got tense around Bruno as he impatiently waited. The light changed to green and Bruno floored his Harley on to the interstate ramp.
Bruno finally made it to the open road, and Bruno was pleased. This is the adventure in his life that he searched for. And here’s another adventure heading towards him now.
The boisterous police sirens echoed down the interstate. The pattern of red and blue flashing lights was approaching Bruno. Bruno noticed the police car and pulled out to the side of the freeway. The police car finally caught up to him and the officer walked over to his vehicle.
“Good evening, officer. What seems to be the problem?” greeted Bruno.
“I’m just doing my routine, late night stops. May I see you license and registration please?” responded the officer.
Bruno patted down his pockets to find his wallet containing his money, his driver and motorcycle licenses, his registration, his proof of insurance and a few credit cards. His pockets were vacant. Bruno left his wallet behind at the convenient store. Bruno panicked. He restarted up the Harley and fled the scene. The cop didn’t really appreciate that.
Bruno is zooming down the intersection at speeds in the hundreds and patrol cars are tailing behind him. One minute, Bruno had one car after him, the next it was six. Eventually, there was a whole fleet of patrol cars gaining up on the lone Harley. Bruno started getting more tactical by exiting and re-entering the interstate system. This strategy would shake off a few cops, but the numbers of cops doubled when those patrol cars returned with the pack. At one point, the state patrols brought in the heavy equipment for this high speed chase: Helicopters. Bruno slowly creped his eyes to the mirrors of the Harley. He counted the patrol cars and mentally gave up. Bruno slowed the Harley to a complete stop, where the patrol squad formed a death circle around Bruno.
“PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD AND GET ON THE GROUND! PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD AND GET ON THE GROUND,” commanded the numerous police officers and state patrollers, shielded by their car doors while aiming their weapons at Bruno, who they think is a hardened criminal.
Bruno, feeling defeated, follows the officers’ commands. One of the officers slaps Bruno with handcuffs, and guides him to one of the many police vehicles surrounding Bruno and his Harley. The officer slammed Bruno on the hood of the automobile and began to search him. As one officer searched, one ran Bruno for warrants, and one examined the Harley. The officer emptied Bruno’s pockets. There was no contraband or any other illegal substances, just a pack of peppermint gum and a collection of pocket lint.
The officer gave the usually speech that’s paired with being arrested, “You have the right to remain silent. Whatever you say may be recorded for the court of law.”
Bruno was more than willing to cooperate with police at this point.
“Why did you run away?” prompted the officer.
“I was afraid and panicked,” responded Bruno.
“I’ll ask you more questions down at the station.”
Before Bruno was completely detained by the police, the officers told him that he was being put in custody for fleeing from a traffic stop and reckless endangerment. The officer then shoved Bruno in the car and slammed the door. As the officer start to head for the station, Bruno got a glimpse of his Harley one more time. The freedom that he found in riding his Harley strengthened him to go live his dreams that he fantasized about every night in the little convenient shop. The chances of his dreams being fully realized were fading away….
The drive to the station was silent. Bruno kept thinking about what happened that night and how silly it was to flee like when the prey sees its predator. He still thought about how much adventure the Harley could bring and how much it could take away if someone were to act irrationally like he did at the traffic stop. The officer parked his car at the station and pulled Bruno from the back seat of the patrol car. Bruno was escorted to the information room to extract the driver’s information from his noggin. Bruno told the officer interviewing him his full name, address, phone number, and gave the officer his finger prints, officially giving Bruno a criminal record. The officer started taking Bruno’s mug shots and FLASH! Bruno had an epiphany right there and then. His epiphany: The more freedom, the more responsibility. The officer finished the mug shots and placed Bruno in his cell for the night.
Congrats grimn! You're in the real mode, now. I've no doubt that you'll surprise yourself on just how tough and mature you can be.