Day 4 - 30 Day Writing Prompt Challenge
Day 4 - “Sorry, but we can’t insure you for a journey like that.”
Cody Jordan heard a noise in her apartment. Cody lives alone. She always slept on her stomach with her hands under her pillow, where she kept her gun, for moments like this. She grabbed the gun. She waited to hear the noise again. Silence. Cody knew someone was in the apartment. She rolled over and sat up quickly. No one was there. She sighed and lowered the gun. Maybe she was being paranoid. She had been working undercover in the drug unit for the FBI. Her cover was almost blown, but she was able to get away. Cody had been given a few days off. She put her feet on the floor and stood up slowly. Cody stretched, gun still in hand, before heading into the living room. No one was there. She started to relax a little, but then she noticed it. A yellow envelope in front of her door. She walked over to the door and looked out the peephole although she knew no one would be there. She picked up the envelope and walked over to the couch. When Cody opened the envelope and saw what was inside, her face grew very pale.
"We were wrong," Cody said. She had stormed into her boss’s office. His secretary stood behind looking apologetic.
"It’s okay, Marcus. Closed the door on your way out," the boss said. Marcus nodded and did as he was told.
"Wrong about what, Cody?" he asked.
"Wrong about my cover being blown. It was," she handed him the envelope and sat down in front of his desk.
"Is this your sister?" he asked, looking at the picture that had come in the envelope. There was also a letter demanding all the evidence that Cody had gathered against the drug smugglers be delivered in 48 hours or her sister would be dead.
"Yes," she said. "What are we gonna do, Frank? Is there anything we can do?"
"If we send a team, she’ll be killed for sure," he said.
"What if I go? Alone?" she asked.
"I’m not sure about alone. Maybe take one other agent with you. Have him or her in the shadows. If you don’t take the evidence with you, they’ll kill both of you for sure."
"What if I just bring copies? They didn’t specify the original evidence," Cody said.
"They didn’t have to and you know it," Frank said.
"Well, I’m going to go after her. I can’t leave her there to die," Cody said.
"I understand," he said. "I can’t officially tell you to take an agent with you, but I strongly suggest it."
"I understand," Cody said. She stood up.
"Sorry, we can’t insure you for a journey like this," Frank said.
Cody nodded. She left the office. She knew exactly who was crazy enough to go with her to Mexico and get her sister back. She called him.
"Johnny Tuturro! What are you doing for the next two days, my friend?"
The ending to this story.
Eh. I don’t hate it, but I’m not in love with it. Regardless, I like the rest of the story and I will be turning it to class on Thursday.
Why not, Tuesday? Some might ask.
(No one probably) It is a Tuesday, Thursday class. Well. It’s 15 and a half pages single-spaced so I think the class would appreciate the weekend to read and digest it. (Hopefully enjoy it).
I still owe you folks pictures from ATL and Louisiana. Will do! Soon.
Have a great day!
I need a non-cliche ending for my story. I also need to paint my nails.
Up late because I don’t have to be up early tomorrow. But I kinda do have to get up early because of homework.
I’m slowly learning I’m a drama queen. That one picture shouldn’t have caused me so much stress. It’s supposed to be funny! I would like to insert a lot of things to blame, but I’ll stick to myself tonight/this morning. (It’s 1:20ish am where I am. I don’t call it morning until after I wake up. Unless it’s my birthday or a friend’s birthday.)
I will stop rambling now. The pictures from New Orleans and Atlanta are finally up. I will be posting them soon!
Goodnight/morning. Be blessed! <3
It is finished.
I’ve finally finished my story for class. First draft. I won’t have time to really go through and edit and create a real second draft, but it’ll do. I have time to edit things I’ve been dying to fix and bypassed so I could just finish the darn thing. I need a title. I’m thinking about Making Life Suck Less. I’ll probably hate it tomorrow. I’m also on the fence about the ending, but I’m happy that I finally have an ending to hate.
My talented classmates and John Jeremiah Sullivan have inspired me to write my first official nonfiction essay. It will be about online dating. It will be funny and awkward. I hope.
Sorry Creative Writing Class.
I’ve been in my feelings with these last two poems. This next one I’m working on isn’t about love or relationships. Yay. :)
It’s funny how I always get a new poem idea when I finish one and want to start right away instead of finishing my story….
Drafts is saving you from bad, tiny poems
So in honor of
pretty good writing, I’d like to share with you all that I finally started a story to share with the class on Sunday and I worked on it some more today. I read over it and actually still like it! What do you know? Is there a full moon tonight or some other phenomenon? So I’m enjoying this process. Other accomplishments: one load of laundry done! Time to go to the library and stop procrastinating on this other assignment. I wish all homework were as fun as it is for creative writing.
Be productive and blessed!
I just want to write a bunch of poems about you. Maybe then my heart will be satisfied. Maybe then the fantasy will die.
Writers! Help me out please
For my final project on my blog about creative writing, I’m writing about writing routines. So if you have one, even if you don’t, take the quiz please. (There is an option for if you don’t have a routine). I would like to have a ton more people take it because it looks like the people I emailed might not get back to me so my grade might be largely based on this. So help me out! It’s really short. Thanks. :)
And even if you don’t take it, at least reblog.