JournalWord: Hold me in your arms.
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"Nobody move,
or I'll shoot!" he shouts, pressing the muzzle deeper into her dark wavy
hair.
Everyone in the bank
instantly complies, dropping to the floor like stunned flies and uttering, not
a peep.
The girl in his arms
starts to struggle, and suddenly he sweats when she squirms easily in his
grasp. Panicking, he neglects the reason why she would turn around instead of
running away.
"This is so
romantic," she exclaims, bright eyed and perky despite the gun aimed at
her face.
His hand wavers and
someone stifles a sob as the gun sweeps the floor from his wet palm.
"What?"
"It'll be like
Stockholm Syndrome, and we'll have this great love affair, where the news will
be captivated yet disturbed by our affections, and we'll be famous-"
Instantly, he shoves
her far from himself, breaking into a sprint out of the bank.
Startled, she runs
after him. "Wait! Hold me in your arms again! Come back!"
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Another short to get me back into the game of writing. Now that I'm not stressed about studying, I am at your service to entertain and write stories to my heart's content!
So bring on the inspiration and let's get this party started :)
Keeping bubbly!
mera.
