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Story Entry
Prompts given by Brooke - thanks her friends :
At least one scene has to take place in a fire station
One character has to have a tick, lisp, nervous action, or other noticeable character trait
Lime sherbet has to be somewhere in the story
“Oh, come on guys! Where’d you put it? You know I can’t get some sleep unless I have my lime sherbet. Just give it to me!” Mike walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, staring down the three men sitting there around the television.
No even turned to look at him. Mike went back to kitchen to look in the freezer again even though he knew it wasn’t there. He was the rookie on the squad and the team was always making sure he knew that. Scrubbing toilets, doing the cooking plus all the cleaning up, buying the new video games when they came out... All were his responsibility just because he was new. He wasn’t sure how long it took to become a member of the fire squad but it didn’t look to be happening any time soon. Well, at least the fire station is clean, for a while, he thought to himself as he slammed the freezer shut again.
Just then the alarms sounded and the quiet fire station was alive with activity. All four men jumped from the living loft, sliding down the fire pole and into the garage. They slipped into their gear, already laid out and waiting for just such a need. Within seconds, they were on the truck with lights blazing and sirens blaring as they pulled out of the fire station.
The apartment building’s second floor was already filled with flames and the first floor’s windows were billowing smoke. As soon as they parked the truck, a woman ran up clutching a child who looked to be about two years old. “My son is in there! Please get him out of there! His name is Michael!”
Mike held her by the shoulders, looked her in the eyes and nodded, quickly getting to work. After a huddle, the three men grabbed the fire hose and started fighting back the flames as Mike grabbed an oxygen tank and mask. He was going in for Michael.
He kicked in the door and was met with a face full of thick, black smoke. His eyes adjusted to the darkness as he crouched beneath the smoke and made his way around a burning beam that had fallen and a couch that would soon be engulfed. Through this room he travelled a short hallway, peering into each room, yelling Michael’s name. Finally, he heard signs of life – someone was yelling. Mike quickly opened the door as he heard more of the floor above falling in the living room. He found the boy sitting on his bed with a stuffed bear clenched to his chest, tears streaming down his face as he continued yell, as if Mike wasn’t really standing there and he was still waiting for someone to come. Mike grabbed him in his arms and left the room as another piece of the floor fell behind them.
Carrying the boy and moving quickly, Mike made his way down the hall in the opposite direction hoping for another way out. He found a kitchen, with a dining room, and... a back door! The glass of the sliding door had already been blown out by the heat, so he kicked more of the glass out and stepped through quickly, walking around to the front of the house toward the boy’s mother and a waiting ambulance.
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Mike was sitting in the living room watching TV while everyone else was sleeping. It had been an eventful day and the first time he had saved a child from a burning building. He liked that he was able to do it but hated that he needed to do it in the first place. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep with all that going through his mind, and especially without having his lime sherbet. It was just something he had to have, ever since he was a kid, even if it was just a spoonful.
The sound of footsteps broke the trance that the TV had him in as he turned to see one of the guys coming out of the kitchen. He tossed Mike a container of lime sherbet, “get some sleep, you might have to be a hero tomorrow, too.”
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