Write me a short creative story with the two main characters Callum Dunlop and Erin Leane.?

Question

Preferablly action packed and they can die if you like.

Sobrien write me some more in an email. It better be good.

Answer 1

Since you asked so nicely, of course I will.

Answer 2

Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, Callum Dunlop and Erin Leane died.

Answer 3

A phone rang in another room. I sat up, the noise not quite registering in my head. eventually I realized why I had been staring at the wall opposite my bed. I slid out of the sheets, and onto the cold wood floor of my apartment. I caught the phone on the last ring, right as it was switching to the machine.
"hello?"
It was Erin, she needed a ride to her car, which was out front of a house somewhere in the outskirts of the city. There was a party last night, though, I cant remember most of it. in fact, all I can recall is stumbling up to the door, and putting my fist through a small plate-glass window next to the door.
“I’ll be right over, as soon as I shovel out my car”
I hopped in the shower, threw on some clothes and boots, and headed for the door. I stopped suddenly, something in the window caught my eye, or rather, the absence of something. My car was missing. I checked my jacket pockets for the keys, they were there, as was my cell phone, and a small plastic bag, a white powder coated the zip-lock. Strange, I can’t remember why this is familiar, or what it’s doing in my pocket in the first place.
I head back to the kitchen, to call Erin and tell her I would be a little late. I pick up the receiver, and start to dial, realizing that I had my cell right in my pocket, but continued to dial. I waited as the line switched over, and started to ring. On the fourth ring erin answered.
“hello?”
“hey Erin, its me.” I paused awkwardly, my mind suddenly void of anything at all…
“Callum?” she sounded genuinely concerned, almost scared.
“yeah, uh, sorry…my car…my cars gone”
“what?”
“its gone. I, I have no clue where it could be, it could have been stolen, I mean, I have the keys…”
“Jesus, callum.”
I was speechless, my mind reeling. I coughed out a muttering of apologetic excuses. Not knowing why I felt I owed her an apology. But we both knew I was stalling for time. Time for my head to stop spinning.
I felt drunk, but without that lack of inhibitions.

Answer 4

Do your own homework.