Write any story you want, rough draft, as long or as short as you want. If you're looking for ideas, go here: Short Story Ideas - Scenarios Here's what I got: A caravan is the location, money is the root of all evil is the theme. A necklace is an object that plays a part in the story. I'm writing this all as I go along. ===== The two of them could hear sirens going off in the distance. Now the deed was done, but the two were clearly conflicted on what they could do from here. One was having second thoughts, "We should ditch it, right here." "Too late for that now, Jack." Waiting in a cheap caravan, a so called hide-out. A marvelous necklace lying on a table below in an otherwise nondescript excuse of a shelter. Jack was a genius, but also a coward. Of course he made and detailed meticulously the plan to steal the necklace. But now that the deed was done, the easy part, Jack realized the error of his ways and wanted nothing more than to run and never turn back. His partner, the muscle. Vito. It was a mistake to do this with him. Callous, cold, indifferent. It was all about the dollar signs. And not getting caught, of course. Vito pulled a revolver from his pocket and began to wave it around haphazardly, "You make a run for it now, Jack, you won't make it as far as the door before you're dead. And don't think I won't. We've done too much to turn back now." That was a mistake on his part. Jack's mind began to calculate, with fear and anger turning into greed coursing through his veins. The necklace was valuable. Half a million, easy. But having to share half with this buffoon? What a waste. He laid his hands out on the table and scanned the room for any distractions, remembering the firearm he had in his pocket as well. And as quick as the thought came to him he rammed the table into Vito's chest, before pulling out his gun and, in an instant, volleys of lead were shooting across the room. Seconds later, silence. Sirens would soon close in on the location, but the punishment for these sinners was already done. There would be nothing to greet the police except two bodies, and a lonely necklace lying on the floor, covered in blood.