Yeah looking back on early stuff I've written is a bit cringe. There are a few ideas where I really wish I could have expanded on, but don't know where to take them.

30,000 feet in a 737, an announcement comes over the intercom. "We have had an in-flight emergency. Is there a pilot on board?" You look around and noone responds. Just people looking around in fear.

For years, I've been really good at scene building, but I can't put different scenes together to make anything more than a short story. I love writing, but longform writing is beyond me. I decided to give writing prompts a try, so here I am in week 2 of the platform :D

I have to do something! I don’t even remember what I did in
my past lives. I don’t remember what got me sent to prison. I have been in prison
as far as I can remember.

The guard came up and banged on the door. “Happy 18th
birthday!” the guard laughed, “You’re finally an adult and can be served your
sentence.”

I stepped back and put my hands on the wall. I long ago
learned not to mess with the guards in maximum security. The cell opened and 3
guards came in, chaining me from head to feet. I was put on a stretcher and
carried out of my cell.

I was carried through a yard. What is this? Blue? My eyes
hurt. This is my first time in this life seeing the sky! I was stood up on the
other end of the yard and a clergy came out and performed rites. On a pedestal
stood a man who spoke up.

“Prisoner 15667522, you are hereby served for your sentence.
This will be your 13th of 22 death sentences. Lord have mercy on
your soul.”

Prison guards lined up on the other side of the yard, aimed
and fired.