These are some ideas I had during my daily life. I typed them up off the top of my head, so don't expect any first-class writing. How do you like them? Do you have some helpful criticism to add? The two paragraphs are not related, by the way.
“Any last words, Jones?” The town’s mayor looked up at the man sitting on the horse, a rope around his neck. The sheriff had finally managed to catch the notorious robber and horse thief, Jackson Jones. He had been bothering the town with his crimes for almost two months, and was very slippery and hard to catch. The sheriff and his officers set up a trap and caught him. They looked very pleased with themselves as they helped tie the other end of the rope to the tree. “Well,” said the criminal, looking around at the assembled townspeople, “just that pretty soon I’ll play my last trick. Hah, hah!” The people looked at each other and laughed. He was about to be hanged! How could he play any more tricks? “Giddap!” the mayor said to the horse. The horse leapt forward, leaving Jackson hanging by the rope. But what was this? The man reached up and started pulling himself up on the rope, using just his arms. The townspeople watched in disbelief as he climbed to the top of the branch where the rope was tied. No one moved. Jackson untied the rope, climbed down from the tree, and saluted cockily. “Guess I’ll be seein’ you folks later, then,” he called, and winked. Then he was gone. The people couldn’t believe it. Nobody made a move. No one spoke. They weren’t sure what they had just seen. Finally, one by one, the townspeople dispersed, talking amongst themselves.
“It’s creepy,” the words were spoken in a whisper. I rolled my eyes and looked over at my cousin. “Come on,” I sneered, “Are you saying that one old abandoned trailer is creepy?” He narrowed his eyes at me. “I’m not chicken, if that’s what you’re saying.”
I gestured toward the old trailer. “Then come on. You promised you’d come with me.” We were going on an expedition. My cousin Thomas and I loved to explore and find treasures (well, to us they were) like old bottle caps and pennies. I asked him to come with me to the old abandoned mobile home way back in our woods to see what we could find. “There’s probably things living in there,” he whispered to me as we got closer. “Things? Like what kind of things?” I asked sarcastically.
“Um… like spiders…”
“You mean like ghosts?” I smiled incredulously, “come on Thomas. Ghosts aren’t real.”We were almost to the door when suddenly a loud crash came from inside. “Oh, they aren’t?” Thomas was shivering; I could hear his teeth chatter.
"Let’s go home!” I whispered to him frantically, scared now myself. But it was too late.
The door sque-eaked open and out stepped…
Grace be with you,
ps. The trailer one came from a abandoned looking mobile home in our neighborhood.