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Start your story with someone robbing a bank and end it with two people driving on an interstate.

Posted in Dramatic on Jul 31, 2021

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A Family Man

Submitted to Contest #68

Chill wind blew down the long asphalt street in Palestine, Texas, picking up sud-like dust and limply turning over dead dry leaves. The town was tired and quiet; only a handful of pickups drove leisurely down the street. Jason Lynn Pennsylvania sat behind the counter of AmeriCo Bank, shiny shoes propped up in his neighbor’s empty chair, white collar unbuttoned, Killing Floor open on his lap. His head tipped back against the rim of the sleek swivel chair, snoring. He was the kind of man who would go bald early but not care, the kind of m...

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Manic

Submitted to Contest #68

Her fist shot out, connecting with the side of his head. He staggered back, clutching his ear.“What’s your problem?” The local superhero, Windstorm, complained.She backed away from him, keeping a hand on the bag over her shoulder. “My problem? You just tried to kill me!” Alexis was wearing all black, but no mask like most thieves. Her long black hair was in a neat braid.  “Well, why are you robbing a bank?” He asked, rubbing his ear.She frowned. “None of your business.”“I think that it is my business.” He said, standing u...

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Helpless

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Submitted to Contest #68

"Everybody get down on the ground! Put your hands on your head don't make a move." I remember that day clear as blue sky, that day that condemned me to a life of incarceration. I had gotten out of my van with two assault rifles, thinking that nothing could go wrong, and then it did. As soon as I made a move on the vault, the police burst in to shut it down. It was as if my entire life flashed before my eyes, as they handcuffed me, and I knew at that moment that I had made a mistake. The next few weeks went by in a blur, from the trial to the...

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Things Do Get Better

Submitted to Contest #68

"I got all of the money! If anyone says anything to the cops, you won't be able to say anything after!" Adam cackled. My arms were raised above my head, and my eyes were wide in play-fear."O-okay, sir. We-we won't t-t-tell. I promise," I stuttered. Adam laughed one more time, then he ran out of the room with the briefcase. A minute later, Adam came dashing back in, giggling."That was awesome, Nikki. I-"Adam was cut off short when we heard a shout from downstairs."Nicole! Adam! Dinner!" Adam's mom yelled. I grinned at Adam as we both ran down...

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Beth Ann

Shortlisted for Contest #68 ⭐️

Ruthie knows she should be scared, crouched here behind the teller desk while some beautiful lunatic waves her gun in the air – and lord, what would the pastor say? – but in truth, she is taken by the sight of her. Transformed, transported. Devastated.“You hear me?”Ruthie fights back a smile and the pistol barrel aimed at her head seems to fade, until there’s nothing but the pretty face behind it. There’s a bandana tied above her nose, obscuring her lips, her cheeks. But her eyes shine fierce and bright, like the bottom of a well when the su...

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Highway Girl

Submitted to Contest #68

Driving down a highway in the rain always reminded me of you. Not because of the yellow lights and silver tire tracks that stained the roads like burns but because of the uncertainty of it all. The rain would smudge the scene behind your windshield until it resembled a van Gogh painting. People would bark in foreign languages and hold up a finger when necessary. It was a chaotic life but it was ours.  Nowadays it only seems like yours. You’ve written in pen over the neon signs and convinced me to do stupid things that my relatives woul...

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Belated Eulogy

Submitted to Contest #68

“So, It all started one day when my father took me into the bank, to make a withdrawal. He typed in his pin, covering my eyes with his hand so that I wouldn’t see the password. It was obviously a joke, but at the time I thought he was dead serious. To this day I make sure to cover my eyes any time somebody is typing in a password. The atm was just outside the bank, but I went in to use the washroom. That’s when I saw it;  a bowl of candy, just begging to be plundered. One per customer. I stuffed two into my pocket. The security guard sa...

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From Rags to Redemption

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I assumed the mask was for keeping the dust out of his lungs. Here in Alva, Oklahoma it was pretty normal at the time. I hated those hideous-looking things. They always ruined my makeup and made me question what the point was. They made it hard to breathe anyway, so how was that any better than the dust? We were all sick and tired of wearing them, fed up with the economy, and desperate for any kind of change just to break the monotony of the Hoover years.The fine, beige particles bellowed through the door of the bank in a small cloud as the ...

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What Would the Grandchildren Say?

Submitted to Contest #68

Okay, let’s get this straight. You’re never going to rob a bank without it scaring people, and if you have any modicum of decency, you’re never going to feel right about that. The minute I walked into the Eastern Counties branch on a quiet market square on a rainy Thursday afternoon, wearing a mask bearing the image of Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall, and I said, “Nobody needs to be worried if you do as I say,” I knew that of course they’d be worried. Frankly in their position I’d have been scared stiff and a cowering whining wre...

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This Is A Robbery

Submitted to Contest #68

“This is a robbery.” I said calmly, pushing my golden hair behind my shoulder. “Bring me everything.”“Ma’am, I-”“Just do it.” I told the bank teller firmly, giving him a look. It wasn’t a glare exactly, more like one of those looks your mom gives you do something wrong. I wasn’t threatening him, I didn’t even carry a weapon with me. But he was going to do what I say.I stared into his gold-green eyes with my baby blue ones, telling, insisting, he did what I asked. See, I didn’t give orders. I never had to. People, especially men, just listene...

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A Badge Is Only As Good As The One Who Wears It

Submitted to Contest #68

“You remember the plan?”          John nodded and tried to ignore his shaking hands. “I do. I will go in while you wait here in the car. I will find the manager of the bank and then tell them that their money is counterfeit and needs to be confiscated. Then I will take the money and bring it to the car. Once we have it there, we will drive away and make our escape.”          Officer Peter nodded. “I wish it did not have to come to this, but we have to d...

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New Beginnings Start With A Gun

Submitted to Contest #68

The gunshot echoed around the foyer. Anya had never heard a gun go off before, not in real life, and yet she knew what it was straight away. The coins she was dividing up into the till scattered to the floor, the noise of them lost beneath all the screaming. There was another gunshot. “Everyone, shut up!” The single voice reverberated as loud as the gun, cracking a little at the end with the strain of being heard over all the chaos. Bit by bit the hubbub died down, until the only sounds were whimpering and the occasional soft sob. “Tha...

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Never in a million

Submitted to Contest #68

Trusted worldwide, banks serve as the financial institution guarding people's deposits while simultaneously granting loans. It is about that lending ability a bank possesses that on the morning of December 23rd, armed with only a small USB flash drive, Sentou Robinson would inquire. The frost that Saturday morning in Cincinnati, Ohio, kept most citizens quietly tucked away in bed; and far from the bank that was located close to the river-facing neighboring Kentucky. But today's momentous event would prove far from quiet. Tall, dark, and well...

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Not All Banks Are Equal

Submitted to Contest #68

Marty eyed the clock on the wall - nearly lunchtime. He had lingered long enough. “Yes, sir, I guarantee you, this bank is completely discreet. We do not share your information with anyone.” The man hesitated a little. He didn’t seem quite convinced. Just sign the damn thing, fool, Marty thought as he smiled through his whitened teeth. “I think I’ll take my business elsewhere,'' the man said after a while. “Thank you for your time.” Oh yeah? You’ll take it elsewhere? Where, to the toilet? “I’m sure we can arrange something, sir. Our bank has...

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The price of freedom

Submitted to Contest #68

The bank's workers cowered in fear at the semi-automatic rifle gun pointed at their heads. The funny thing was that the figure that was currently robbing their bank had no accomplices. He held the gun with steady, gloved hands and glared at the workers with steely eyes from behind his ski mask.Never in all the years since that little town was founded, had there ever been a robbery of any sort in that bank. Though, the barrel of the gun he was holding was as real as can possibly be."Open the vault." He said, his voice cold, gruff, and dangero...

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