Freedom Runners

Freedom Runners

A Story by Harley (arbiter)
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My first sttempt at a story. Reviews?

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this is my first attempt  at shortstories and its not done yet but what do you think so far? any feedback is appreciated.

© 2012 Harley (arbiter)


Author's Note

Harley (arbiter)
It was a normal job. Normal routine. I drove to the target in my trans am. It's a beautifull beast. 1973 model. Black with blue decails. Once to the target I blink my headlights twice, a second apart, with machine-like presicion. The package then gets into my car and we leave. Simple. We go back to horizon and bam, they're free. But one, that time, it was different. After a bust we barely escaped. I lost my wingman. It was terrible. His name was Laramie. I have known him ever since middle school. We had a dream of building an underground car restoration shop together. He had one of them 1970 oldsmobile 442's. Blue and white. He loved that car. Took the absolute best care of it. They had us in a hot pursuit. Those 2013 dodge pursuit chargers. Bad asses. Fast. They werent out to put us in jail. They werent taking any prisoners that day. They didnt. He was just a kid. We both were. When they pushed his car off...... I couldn't believe it. Midnight death. One of them bastards got into his rear quarter panel. His right wheel left the road. A fourth on his car was riding over the cliff edge. He never gave up. He tried so hard to save her, but she was already gone. The rear juked off the road and...... slip..... He wasn't sad though. In fact, I think he was mad. They way his car sounded as it fell. Normally someone would try to get out or just acept it. He didn't. That car. It was redlined. Roaring into oblivion. Screaming banshee falling off. Almost like he was trying to drive back up the cliff wall. That was all he wrote. He did help me though. As he went off the wall the jerk of his car slammed that cop that hit him. It sent that 5-0 into a slide that took up the whole road. All the others couldn't go around him. One went off the cliff too. I was lucky to get away. The mission.... well it was a sucess. The package was delivered quick and safely to horizon. I got my money. This time I didn't have to split it. The boss had the two stacks of money there as usual. When I put them into one he looked up at me. We just stared at each other. He knew what it meant. I'm glad I didn't have to say it. He stood up and we walked out together, not saying anything.

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very nice for a first time

Posted 11 Years Ago


it's a good story to start off with

Posted 12 Years Ago


Harley (arbiter)

12 Years Ago

Thank you
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ME: *pulls up in a small toy jeep car that little four year olds drive in from toys-r-us*
Oh yeah??? Check out this beauty? Can't take it huh? LOL JK JK! My little carrito goes vroom vroom but I'll die on the highway lol :P

BACK TO STORY! Anyways I liked it :D :D :D FELT LIKE I WAS IN FAST AND FURIOUS! Lol!!!!! No No! Getting sidetracked here 8D ok but really. It was pretty wicked. :) I liked the car talk :D at least I know a little bit about cars now :P

ME: *drives away in small jeep car* *car breaks down* D****t!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Harley (arbiter)

12 Years Ago

YES! You liked it! XD I'm glad you liked it! And I'm glad you reviewed too! Thanks!
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12 Years Ago

YEAH! *attempts a high five* *you leave me hanging* *when at first you dont succeed hide all evdienc.. read more
Harley (arbiter)

12 Years Ago

Uh.............. nice?

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I am different. I am the unforgiven. I was born october 1997. I just write because I want to express my feelings in more ways than music and art. I'm just a guy trying to get out of the rain and sur.. more..

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