Weekend Get Away (Continuation of writing samples)

I really didn’t intend to make this a full blow story, but I sort of fell in love with it, so enjoy!


There are three bars of 4G service in this random piece of the woods. I’ve never been so excited to have a working phone in my life. The first thing I do is try to make a call, but I hang up immediately when I realize in order to do that I have to talk, and I still haven’t caught my breath. I send out a group text.

If you made it to the cabin safely, call me. -Mom

I hit send. Luke is looking over my shoulder confused.

“If one of the intruders has a phone they won’t know that we’ve escaped.” I say confidently, proud of how cunning and sly I’d been.

“So what of the guy we just ran from? Don’t you think he’ll send back a report?” Luke answers trying to make sense of what I’d just done.

As soon as the message is sent out, my mobile signal fades but the data is still strong.

”We have to find somewhere to rest until we are able to come up with a plan, one that doesn’t involve Wal-Mart or some vigilante attempts at a rescue mission.” I pull up a map and there’s a Ranger’s station a few miles in the same direction we’d been running. Neither of us had time to get any water and at this rate if we have another need to increase our speed we may pass out from dehydration.

 Shortly after start walking my phone regains a signal and multiple texts flood the notification bar.

Two of them left looking for you two, run! -Laura’s phone

Everything  is fine Mom, having a great time. -Tim’s phone

“Luke there’s another one out here, and they have Tim’s phone. We have to find water before we do anything else or we won’t make it. I know we’re going to have to run again.” I can feel myself getting ready to cry, I try to keep it together but I’m afraid and so far Luke hasn’t proven to be much more than the person that got me into this situation. At least back at the cabin I’d have everyone else, we could work together and maybe overthrow the intruders. Instead I’m in the middle of the woods with a guy that I can outrun, the only bright side to that is that they’ll catch him first. I’m frustrated and angry and ready to give up.

Just as I get ready to tell Luke I think we should split up. I hear footsteps followed by a thud.
The guy that we’d just outrun has knocked Luke out cold. I don’t have enough energy to run, so I put up one hand and put my phone in my pocket with the other, and as I place my hand into my pocket I swap out the phone for my knife. This is ending right now. I think to myself.

I flick out the blade and charge straight ahead. I take a swipe at the big lug and he swats me in the face. I flow backwards with the strike and sweep my arm under his and chop him in the throat. As he gasps for air I take my knife and turn the handle so the blade is under my fists. I stab him in the side of the neck as hard as I can, he hits the ground and chokes on his own blood.

Luke won’t wake up.

Weekend Escape (continuation of writing sample)

We stand in the middle of the woods. Me in pajama pants and a t-shirt, Luke in sweatpants and a tank. The signal on the phone is non-existent, we’re wandering trying to find the spot that will allow us to pull up a map. Luke’s phone blinks.

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“I’ve got the map” he stage whispers across the woods to me.

My heart is beating rapidly and I’m trying to make sense of what’s taking place. There’s no way we can double back to get the van we all rode in without putting the rest of our friends in danger. I don’t think Luke has any money, but you never can tell with men, and suddenly my knife isn’t the security blanket that it once served as in the city. I get dizzy and sit on a broken log a while and try to devise a plan. I remember driving up there weren’t many places to stop off, but there was a sign that said that there was another lake area ten miles north east from the turn. I look up and notice that Luke is already moving. I get up and run after him.

When I finally catch up, he tells me he plans on finding the nearest store and going back to get everyone else. My nerves are shot, I’m tired and there’s no way to know if we’ll actually get help or if we’ll end up worse than we started.

As soon as all those thoughts fill my head I hear another set of footsteps behind us moving quickly. I turn around and there’s the tallest, widest dirty looking Caucasian guy with an axe. My heart almost explodes trying to pump enough blood to my limbs to take off like Flo-Jo. My legs just take over the rest of my body and I’m moving, I pass Luke, I’m running so fast and hard that I start to wonder if I’ll ever be able to stop. I don’t have time to worry, or think of what may happen if I don’t make it, I just run. I can see a cabin ahead and the lights are on, I remember Luke said the intruders told him they came from another cabin.

 I peel off my shirt as I run to try and blend in with the night. There’s an open field and another tree line on the other side of the cabin. I fan out and run in a crescent so I can get an eye on what’s still behind me and to stay out of sight of whomever may be in the cabin up to no good. I’m able to turn my head enough to see that Luke is keeping up but that great big guy isn’t in sight. I keep my pace until I get to the other tree line and I hide behind a large pine tree deep enough in the woods to keep cover. The kudzu has made a great canopy and I consider trying to climb but my legs are finished for the night.

“Where the hell did you get that speed from girl?” Luke asks gasping for breath.
“Fear I guess.” I reply as I try to find a clear path to keep moving.

A slight vibration catches my attention in the back pocket of my pants…. There’s a signal.

Weekend Trip (writing sample)



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Nobody suspected how far from home we were. This was just like an other trip out to the woods, plenty of alcohol, cards and music. The cabin I took everyone to is beautiful, but there’s nothing within a 10 mile radius, but since everyone slept on the way up, most of them are too drunk to realize this isn’t our normal park.

As night falls we all gather on the deck and start up a random conversation about life. The air is fresh and clean and the fire pit is keeping us just warm enough without being unbearably hot. The group gets lost in a deep discussion and I decide to turn in early since I had breakfast duty in the morning. I can get to my room from the deck so I just walk in and pull the shades. I drift off to sleep rather quickly thanks to the wine I’d been drinking through the evening.

In the middle of the night I wake up to go to the restroom. I can still see the light from the fire pit and assume that everyone is still up. I decide not to turn on the lights until I close the bathroom door so they don’t see that I’m awake and try to bring me into the conversation. When I close the door and flip the switch, I notice all but one bulb is missing around the mirror. I decide to investigate what’s happened to the rest of the bulbs because I don’t want to be charged for them when it’s time to check out. I walk from my room out into the great room and notice everyone is scattered throughout the living room area. Before I get a chance to say anything I feel a hand cover my mouth and pull me back into my room.

“Don’t scream it’s me, I’m saving your life” the familiar voice is my friend Luke.
I try to take in the scene before I’m too far to see, and I notice that there are more people in the room than our original group.

“Who are those people?’ I whisper as I grab my shoes and locate my pocket knife.

“They came up saying that they were in the cabin down the road and wanted to join the party, but they took everyone hostage.”

“How did you get away?” I ask completely confused and heading towards the balcony door.

“They never saw me sitting in the corner.” He looks just as confused as he opens the door slowly to be sure that none of them are still on the deck.

 “We should be able to get to Buford Dam Rd. pretty soon if we run for it, I know Lake Lanier like the back of my hand.” He gets an excited spark in his eye until he looks at my face.
“What’s wrong?”

“We’re in North Georgia. I have no idea how to get around without a GPS” I tell him as I grab my phone from the charger on the nightstand.

“I hope, you’re in shape.” Luke picks me up and throws me off the side of the deck.

I land soft knees and start running for the tree line. Luke jumps and catches up with me quickly. We try to find a place that will hide the light of our phones so we can call for help.

The Stairs (writing sample)

Tell me what you think. Another writing sample.

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   Walking up the stairs I get an eerie feeling, like I’ve been here before. There’s something about the smell of old food in the air, the thick pile carpet under my shoes and the slight creak of the stairs with each step. My heart begins to race at the thought of what could possibly be at the very top landing. Everyone that dared me to come into this house is gathered at the front door looking up through the side glass. Then it hits me, the type of fear that stops you in mid-stride, and I can’t bring myself to take another step. There’s a slight cool breeze, followed by heat. I want to run, but I can’t move. I’d like to scream but all the wind has been sucked out of my chest and I feel a tear welling up in my right eye just waiting to roll down my cheek.

  Everything goes silent, then suddenly a burst of footsteps heading in my direction start. I abandon all common sense and jump from the step I’m on to the bottom landing and run towards the door. I notice all my friends are gone and I can tell that the footsteps haven’t stopped. I thrust open the door and run until I go airborne off the porch. I pick myself up and start running towards my house down the street, then I have a thought. “I don’t want whatever is chasing me to know where I live”

I run past my house and down the street towards the police station. As soon as I cross the last block, I feel a rush of relief. I look back and I all I see is a person in a hood walking in the opposite direction. I stop running once I’m in front of the police station, this time when I look back, I see that same figure turn around and start walking quickly in my direction. I start running again, this time into the police station. I notice that all of my friends that were at the window are huddled in a corner talking to a police officer. I’m immediately furious and start to yell.

“Why the hell did you all leave me?!”

Nobody even looks up. I walk over to one and grab his shoulder to turn him around and I wake up in my bed, covered in sweat and hoarse. I’m never taking Z-quil again.