Writing Prompt

There were many reasons Theodore Butlins found himself in the air conditioning shaft of the Grand Hotel Circa Bar & Casino, all of them entirely legitimate.

You see, on this particular Saturday evening, Theodore was seeking a place to rest his weary head, having broken down at the side of the road some miles outside of town. The Grand Hotel Circa Bar & Casino (which was in truth not all that gran...

The staff stood perfectly still. No-one dared move a muscle. All eyes were on the dapper-looking man in the suit, who stood in the middle of the grand entrance hall, below the enormous chandelier that sparkled in the candlelight.

“See that the children are sent to their chambers.” Madame Rose said, without breaking eye contact with the man in front of her.

The staff bustled away in different dir...

“Crap,” I pulled at my jacket, hoping desperately that it would dislodge.

The police sirens got louder. Closer.

“Come on,” I cried, pulled harder.

The jacket finally came lose with a loud rip.

“Finally!” I exclaimed, running carefully, but hurriedly over the tiles on the roof.

I wore all black to blend in with the night sky, but one shine with a police flashlight and I was done for.

The art mus...

“How did you get in here? How did you get past security?”

Her voice was incredulous as she stared at me. I replied in a drunken slur,

“I couldn’t possibly tell you... A drink, please!”

“I had you banned from this bar.”

Regardless of being banned, when I pulled out a green bill, Lila turned and pulled a bottle off one of the many shelves. She paused only once as she thought of something.

“You cam...

Red light runs the length of the corridor in thin rows, the ominous glow pooling around my feet as my shoes tap delicately on the concrete floor.

The cool air chills my cheeks, and I zip my jacket further up my neck.

The guard in front of me startles, his black gun faltering in his grip. “How did you get in here?” He squeals, his voice young—a squeak of an old door frame. The guard fumbled with...

Franklin inhaled sharply and looked around. It was dark, of course, it usually was whenever this sort of thing happened, and quiet. Didn’t smell like much of anything either, though he supposed that was a smell in and of itself, the absence of one. Not chemically clean but not stale and musty. Just plain, flat, room temperature air. And peanuts. Oh, that was his breath. He had been enjoying a snac...

It was an ordinary night at the museum. Stan checked the monitors and saw the same old paintings and the same old antiques. He’d been at this museum for almost 50 years. It mused at how things here changed and yet he remained the same. The same security role that had adapted over time with technology.

He went for a smoke. A old habit that hadn’t changed either. He’d been one of the first to adopt...

It was late afternoon and Bill,had been watching the cameras. He was in charge of a large factory. He would constantly watch the cameras to see who would arrive and who would leave. He knew everyone that was allowed on the premises.

It was late afternoon when bill noticed a strange man walking down one of the hallways acting strange. Bill, quickly called security to interact with the stran...

“How did you get in here? How did you get past security?”

“I couldn’t possibly tell you… I mean, honestly I have no idea how I got here. Where am I?”

“Fort Knox.” The security guy said.

“Huh. It’s a lot smaller than I thought it’d be. Where’s the bathroom?” I ask.

“Bathroom? BATHROOM!? This is Fort Knox young lady! Who are you? Why are you here!?” He shouts, reaching for his gun.

“I’m just a...

The key turns in the lock, and the door opens. Our eyes meet.

For a few seconds we stare at each other; his face a picture of disbelief, while my own is one of amusement.

This is going to be fun.

His eyes travel down to the gun in my hand, which is aimed directly at his heart. I look pointedly from the gun to the door, my message clear. He closes it.

“How did you get in here?” he stammers,...