Since the last topic got buried and trashed, I figured it was time for a new one. This will be a place for people to share their creations and get feedback on said creations. As I said in the last topic I am currently working on something longer that will probably be released here. All future writings that I want to release will be released here too. Without further adieu; 

 

This is what I threw together today: 

A Good Day

 

Feel free to add your own writing, be that poems, short stories, news stories etc. It can be related to policing or not. I'm just excited to see what it is. 

Since the last topic got buried and trashed, I figured it was time for a new one. This will be a place for people to share their creations and get feedback on said creations. As I said in the last topic I am currently working on something longer that will probably be released here. All future writings that I want to release will be released here too. Without further adieu; 

 

This is what I threw together today: 

A Good Day

 

Feel free to add your own writing, be that poems, short stories, news stories etc. It can be related to policing or not. I'm just excited to see what it is. 

I wouldn't have guessed this was about GTA until I saw "Mohawk Ave.". Nice writing, you have got a niche!

Thanks! I try to find my area and stick with it. 

This usually isn't my thing, but I had a pretty detailed dream last night that I thought everyone might enjoy.

 

It was in the dead of winter in rural Missouri, and our department was in full deployment. Why? Two Islamic extremist brothers responsible for a number of terrorist bombings across the Midwest, resulting in the deaths of 60 people, were spotted in nearby Kansas City. After a failed attack there, they were on the run and had abducted 3 little girls last night to use as human shields. Earlier that morning, we had found their getaway car without gas, and there were no reports of stolen cars in the area. We knew they were on foot, and the net was swiftly closing in on them.

 

My partner's and my feet crunch through the snow as we were performing a welfare check. A school had reported that 2 students who were related had not checked in today, and upon calling the house where the students lived with their grandparents, the school received no answer. We knocked and called in to no response, and we were preparing to kick the door open. It was then that we realized that a barn door partly open. We called for additional units as we cautiously approached the building. With our sidearms drawn, we moved inside the bare earth floor shack. Upon clearing the one room barn, I noticed a piece of wood partly sticking up. My partner covered me as I lifted it up, and I nearly threw up at the site.

 

A family of four, bloody and still warm, but long past any chance of being saved, was lying in a shallow grave. They didn't even have the decency to give a proper burial. We then heard screams from our radio to get outside. We rushed outside where 2 sheriff's deputies and a state trooper were. They were pointing into a pine tree near the barn, and we could see movement in it. I started screaming for some one to grab a rifle, but none of us had one (oddly enough in one of my dreams). More officers started to arrive on scene when a suspect started climbing down from the tree, approximately 50 yards away.

 

What he did when he reached the ground was puzzling. Almost like a game of "Red Light, Green Light" with much more dire stakes, he was ignoring orders and running a short distance, then stopping. At 50 yards, 30 yards and finally 10 yards, he stopped. I then noticed wires on him. I drew my Glock on him (I still don't know why it wasn't already out) right as he got ready to run. I put nearly my entire magazine of .45 ACP into where his heart would be. As he was going down, there was a dumbfounded expression on his face, almost like he didn't expect us to shoot him after continuously approaching and ignoring repeated orders to stop. Several cops joined me as I moved to clear the body, and I then checked my magazine and topped it off. I had fired 11 shots.

 

An area SWAT team showed up at that point and began to assert control over the situation when 3 smaller figures came tumbling down out of the tree. 2 cops fired one round each, but thankfully missed, as multiple calls of "cease fire!" went out. I joined 2 other officers to run after the girls to make sure they were safe, and found them in another barn on the property. We convinced the girls that we were good guys and carried them back with us.

 

Upon returning, everything had died down. Talking to other officers, a SWAT Team stayed at the front while a second one moved behind the tree where the second suspect was still holed up on. The second suspect got out of the tree and ran, but was quickly tackled by the officers in the back.

 

The first suspect had live explosives on him and I was commended by everyone on scene for stopping him.

HAH! Me? Write a story/poem?! You'd be lucky if i could get a title. Nice little story though.

Here's a piece of fiction I wrote related to the STALKER game series (Chernobyl). I haven't finished it as I haven't had the time, but I hope those interested will find said piece a good read. Enjoy!

 

Find it here:

Cold

Alright here's my little haiku poem in Spanish.

Me gusta Perro

Mi propio Perro

Perro son impresionantes