You pt. 6

You decide not to tell him, because you know Ashton will get fidgety and will eventually attract the attention of the police regardless of what he does.

Unbeknownst you, he’s figured it out himself, you know this because of the anxious look on his face. “Ashton,” you say, “worrying only makes it worse. So stop it, and act halfway normal and we won’t get noticed.”

“Halfway normal.” he whispers to himself loud enough you could hear. “Calm,” he ushers.

You notice the car pull over into your lane of the highway. You see him reach for his siren.

“ASHTON FLOOR IT!” you shout as the sirens blare. Your friend complies and he swerves around cars like a pro because, in theory, he is a pro in cars. “MOVE!!”

“DO NOT SHOUT AT ME WHILE I’M AVOIDING CARS AND RACING AWAY FROM POLICE! NEED I REMIND YOU I HAVE SEVERE ANXIETY AND THIS IS WAY OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE!” He shouts back and nearly misses a mini van in front of you. The police car closes in to your stolen one.

“I should have drove.” you mutter.
“Pull over or we’ll be forced to shoot your tires out.” an authoritative voice replies from behind you.

“Bite me.” you respond. You see a way to get the police off you. But your friend won’t like it. “Ashton,” you console. “I see the way out, but you’re not going to like it.”

“Alex, I don’t like a lot of things. Just tell me what it is.”

“Take the ramp from the construction zone a few mile ahead. Use it to get to the other side.”


Do you force Ashton to take the ramp, or continue the path you’re on?

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(Btw, sorry for not writing lately. My sister took the only laptop in the house to Wisconsin with her to be with her boyfriend, so I don’t have it. Mine got destroyed, and my phone got lost, so I was left with nothing. I’m writing this on my dad’s kindle and it’s a bit difficult. I hope to write more soon!)

Quisling Quest

I must dismiss my behavior.

I know this because it will haunt me if I don’t.

The gratitude from the enemy,

The resent back at home.


Is this pain?

I’m only killing my cause

With promises of gold.


Little did I know,

the enemy had a chance

and took it before I could blink.

I know suddenly

I had made a mistake.


I awoke and sounded quite different

My feelings astray.

My sight I had lost completely

Regret remains


I mus face my people now

Dead among the living

And it appears I might have to start an apocalypse

From the bullet in my lungs.


You pt. 5

You keep thinking of last night.

Ashton insisted on driving, so you let him, in hopes he will not chatter and let you think.

Why would Greg and Ashley plot the stolen money in your car and then told the police about it? You know they told them because Greg’s uncle works on the force, and they’re the only one’s who know your names link to the car.

“Do you think it’ll ever be normal again?” Ashton asks from the driver’s seat.

“Probably not.” You say. “But one can hope…”

“Yeah, it won’t. I’m just trying to accept it. But what do we do? Just drive around until we think the trail’s gone cold?”

“Pretty much.” You admit to yourself this is not how you planned this weekend to go. Or your life, for that matter. “Well, there goes our dreams for college.” You mutter.

“What did you say?” Ashton asks. You repeat yourself a little louder and he replies with. “Yeah. I wanted to be a collision expert. But I can’t be that now, can I?” You shake your head, and he laughs.

But then you notice in your rear-view mirrors the a police car behind you. You unintentionally start worrying. But if you tell Ashton, he might blow your cover, whatever that may be. But if you don’t, you might lose the chance to escape.

Do you tell Ashton or not?

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You pt.4

You decide to listen to your friend. Maybe this night has gotten to your head. You pull into a convenience store and purchase some hair dye and scissors. You take it to the counter and pay. Since this is not national news yet, you do not worry if they can see you as the thief you’re most likely made out to be. You pay for your item and leave.

“Do you have your driver’s licence?” You ask as you get in the new car.

“Yeah, why?”

“We’ll need it to get into the hotel.” you reply. You’re only 17, but Ashton is 18 and therefore legally able to purchase a hotel room for the night. And you wanted to be as legal as possible. You drive for a little while, then pull into a motel. Ashton gets the cheapest room and you two enter the little room. It’s feels cozy, you guess. You pull out the scissor you bought and give them to Ashton. He takes them to your hair and you wince as he starts to snip. You haven’t cut your hair since you were 10, so you had long hair. You look at the short cut he’s given you. It changes your whole look, and not for the better. But it cannot be undone, so you have to live with it. You cut Ashton’s hair as well, but he seems pleased with your job. You both take a color of hair dye and you go first on dying your hair. You do so and now it is a deep purple, almost black. Ashton’s is now blond, as opposed to the black he had.

You two go to sleep. In the morning, you check out and start driving North yet again.


Related question: Should Alex be male or female?

Mangled Messes

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It’s hard to imagine

But you’ll end up like me

Bitter heart and even more bitter souls

Lie in wait for an inexplicable punishment

Just like they said

Mangled messes make my mind mad


Why, you ask?

Because it’s fun

A wager between good and evil

And evil has won

The devil has never looked so glad

Mangled messes make my mind mad


In this life people say

“Some things are better left unsaid.”

But every phrase is a warning

Warning of the dread

That comes in the night

Kneels down by my bed

Mangled messes make my mind mad

You pt.3

You decide that going on a boat was not your forte. You were scared of the possibilities of a sinking ship and honestly, you weren’t too great at swimming. So you take the next exit North, hoping for a little quiet time because Ashton talks when he is nervous. Or so he says over and over.

You talk your plan out to Ashton, so maybe he’ll pipe down.

“We head North.” You say. “I don’t know where to go from there, but I think if we just drive around for about two months we’ll be able to slow down.”

“Two months!!” Ashton exclaims. “I’m freaked out, and you want us to drive around for two months?!”

You explain. “If we stop too soon, they’ll be knocking on our door. I’m just saying two months minimum. The longer, the better. Plus, it seems like in the movies after running for long enough you get used to it.”

“If you do anything for two months, you get used to it.” he muttered under his breath.

“Shut up, Ashton! You are being such an annoying pest right now and-”

“I think maybe we should stop for the night.” he interrupts. “This night is getting way too over our heads.”

“If we do, we have to stop by a convenience store and buy hair dye and scissors, so as soon as we’re into a motel we can make ourselves unnoticeable.”

Do you stop, or keep going?

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You pt. 2

“We got to ditch this car.” you say. “They’ll be looking for this car.”

Your friend agrees. “Alex, do you even know how to hot wire a car?”

It was true you didn’t, but you assumed your car loving friend does. “Don’t you?”

“No, why would I? I never planned on stealing a car, let alone be in a bank robbery!”

“Well,” you pondered. “Well, maybe this rest area has wifi.” You got out of the driver’s seat.

“Wait, Alex.” Ashton exited the vehicle and followed you under the shelter. “This is dangerous. ”

“Anything we do from here on out is dangerous.” You pull out your iPhone and attempt to connect to the internet. When it fails, you ask Ashton for his Samsung. He gives it to you, and you connect his phone to the internet and started to search on hot wiring. “I hate my phone.” you remark.

“Find anything?” Ashton asks, clearly worried.

“Yeah.” You give the phone to him, and he reads what to do. He tries it on the getaway car first, then after he has it down, he tries it on a 1998 Jeep Grand Cherokee, or so he said. You two transfer the money into the car and drive off. “We need the money.” You tell him after he began to plead.

You pull into I-4 and go West, opposite of where you were. You’re unsure which direction to really go in, so you start out with away.  You know if you keep going West, South or East, you will eventually come in contact with the ocean or Gulf of Mexico. However, if you go those ways, you may be able to pay for a ticket to another country, which may be useful. But getting the money on board would be the hard part.

Staying in the U.S. means constant chasing, but it could also mean a chance to lay low and stay out of sight.


Which way do you go?

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Infinity Dreams Award

I have been nominated by the ever lovely Grace for the Infinity Dreams Award! The rules are as follows

Thank the blog that nominated you.

Done so but it never hurts to do it again! Thank you Grace!

Tell us 11 things about yourself.

Well, I can try.

1.I am a nerd, definitely.

2. My favorite TV show is without a doubt Doctor Who, which contributes to my nerdiness.

3. My favorite author is John Green, and my favorite novel is The Fault In Our Stars. I happened to read the novel before it got too popular.

4. I’m not a big believer in social media. I mean, I’ve had a Facebook and a Twitter before, but I don’t really see the point in it.

5. I’ve never been in an airplane nor a boat, the only vehicles I’ve ridden are on the road.

6. When I’m bored on the internet, I use a weird website called

7. My favorite instrument to play is a guitar, which I play almost religiously. I play it every day and I’m always trying to write songs (with very little luck haha)

8. I find myself constantly addicted to songs. Recently, per Grace’s request, my song addiction is “Barely Breathing” by Duncan Sheik.

I even brought it upon myself to learn the chords and next I’ll learn the tabs.

9. My mom works at Legoland, so every year we get 20 free tickets, which is only about 2 trips for my family. My family and I, all 10 of us, are going this weekend for only about $20 (for parking).

10. My favorite color is this bright blue, so bright it almost appears purple.

Almost blue violet, but not quite

11. My favorite confectionery candy are soda pop tablets. They come in these little soda cans and when you put them in your mouth they actually fizz. It’s a weird feeling at first, and even at first I didn’t like them, but they kinda grew on me. They come in 4 flavors (I’m sure there’s more but I haven’t seen them), Sprite, Grape, Cola, and Orange.


Answer the questions that were set for you to answer.

What is your least favorite saying?

“No offense” I don’t like how someone can insult you right in front of your face and say “no offense” and all is forgiven. I do not want to keep ranting, so that’s all I’ll say on that.

What is your favorite holiday and why?

My favorite holiday is my birthday. It occurs on 11/11 and I share it with my mother. I also love how I get to honor those who fight to protect our freedom on my birthday. It’s like three holidays in one.

Where do you gain inspiration the most?

I mainly find inspiration through music, most definitely. I’m kind of a music addict, so it’s understandable my inspiration comes from there.

How long have you been blogging, and what got you to blog in the first place?

I’ve only been blogging a month, and I found it the best way to find friends since I am home schooled. It succeeded, thank you everyone!

If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Probably the U.K. I love their culture and lifestyles. Or maybe Australia. Apart from the creepy crawlers that are everywhere. I would love to see Sydney and the people there.

Thanks again for the nomination and friendships. And as my little sister likes to say:

Goodbye, butterfly!

You pt.1

Your name is Alex Bradley.

You lived an average life, with all the luxury you could afford, which honestly was not a lot.

Your significant other of 8 months broke up with you after an incident that should never have been blamed on you. They knew what they were doing, and they knew it would be you.

You, you ask. Why did you let yourself be dragged into the biggest bank robbery since 1954? They told you they were going to the store across the street, and asked you to wait for them in the parking lot. They grabbed the money, stored it in the car, and told you and your friend to drive. Then, they went to the police saying you stole it. Now your life is on the line, and your friend’s as well.

You arrive at a rest area 100 miles away, after closely getting away from the police. You sigh, relieved to be out of the sirens target momentarily. Your friend decides to speak. “Alex,” he says. “How much money is back there?”

“I don’t know, Ashton, I didn’t even know it was a robbery until the police were on our tail.” you reply.

“Well, then what do we do, Alex? We can’t go home, and we can’t leave the money lying around.”

“If we stay here-”

“We’ll be caught for sure, but the police expect us to keep moving.”


What would you do?

What to do?

Hello, everybody!

I’m not quite sure what I want to do with this blog. I’m thinking of following a second person story, with you guys choosing what happens next, but I want some suggestions so I can have more options! Anything goes!

I will change the look to follow whatever you guys choose.

Thank you all!