Sample Imaginative Composition 2: Write an interesting composition ending with the following words:
“…when I finally heard the gunshot, I instinctively closed my eyes and waited for the impact.”
The morning chill seeped into my bones as I sat in my office, staring at the briefcase filled with cash that lay open on my desk, taunting me with its silent accusation. My boss's words echoed in my mind, his angry voice reverberating through my fear-filled consciousness. "Get that money out of here this very moment!" he had roared, his eyes burning with fury.
I had been instructed to deposit the funds the previous day, but a sumptuous lunch with my colleague had derailed my intentions, and the afternoon had slipped away unnoticed, leaving me stranded with the hefty responsibility. As the realization of my negligence dawned upon me, a wave of panic washed over me, threatening to drown me in its depths of despair.
With trembling hands, I stuffed the briefcase into a black paper bag, my mind racing with the consequences of my actions. I knew my boss's volatile temper, his tendency to make rash decisions under the pressure of anger. What would he do to me this time? The thought sent shivers down my spine.
As I sped through the city streets in my red Volvo, a black saloon car materialized in my rearview mirror, clinging to it like a shadow. A sense of dread crept into my heart, confirming my worst fears. I was being followed.
Desperation fueled my actions as I swerved in and out of traffic, desperately trying to shake off my pursuer. A brief flicker of hope ignited when I thought I had lost them, but it was quickly extinguished when the black car reappeared, mirroring my every move.
As the police sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder with each passing moment, I knew my game of cat and mouse was coming to an end. The chase intensified, the urgency palpable as we weaved through the urban labyrinth.
Suddenly, the black car abandoned the pursuit, peeling off into a side street, leaving me in the direct path of a police van blocking the road ahead. Guns were trained on me as I skidded to a halt, my heart pounding in my chest like a frantic drum.
The next moment, another car careened around the corner, colliding with the police van in a jarring display of violence. All eyes shifted towards the new threat, leaving me momentarily forgotten.
Seizing the opportunity, I crawled beneath the police van, my body pressed against the cool pavement. From my vantage point, I watched as the occupants of the black car were apprehended, their reign of terror brought to an abrupt end.
An idea sparked in my mind, a desperate gamble to escape the clutches of my predicament. I retrieved my spectacles, their frames glinting in the fading light, and cautiously approached a nearby police car.
With a surge of adrenaline, I pressed the spectacles against the back of the driver's neck, my voice laced with a menacing whisper, "Drive now if you value your life."
The driver stiffened, his breath catching in his throat. He reluctantly fired up the engine, his hands trembling on the steering wheel. I pressed my advantage, pointing towards the direction opposite the commotion, my voice a harsh command, "Drive, you fool, or I'll blow off your head!"
The policeman didn't need further prompting. He swung the car around and sped away, my orders echoing in his ears. As we made our escape, I barked instructions, maintaining the illusion of control.
Suddenly, the driver burst into hysterical laughter, his eyes darting between the road and me. "Spectacles!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with amusement, "I've been threatened with spectacles! Wait until the guys at the station hear about this!"
My heart sank as I realized my mistake. He had seen the reflection in the rearview mirror, the charade I had so desperately constructed crumbling before my eyes.
Desperate to salvage my escape, I slowly unzipped the briefcase, revealing its contents to the astonished policeman. "Jesus Christ! This is a bloody bank!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief.
He ordered me out of the car, his voice laced with authority. I stared at the gun, its barrel pointed directly at my chest, his finger inching closer to the trigger. My heart pounded like a drum, each beat echoing the inevitability of my fate.
I closed my eyes, surrendering to the fear that consumed me. When I finally heard the gunshot, I instinctively closed my eyes and waited for the impact.