A Few Short Story Ideas

This is where you'll find random story notes or beginnings. Let me know in the comments if it's a story you'd like me to start or keep writing.
Caleb Roundhouse stood in front of one of the high-back chairs of honor in between his sister and his mom, numb to everything that was happening around him. His brain and his heart and his soul had been hurting so badly for so long that every ounce of his sadness and fear and anger and confusion and grief had been wrung out of him. All he had left was nothingness, and the endless line of mourners passing by him saying the same hollow words about something that they couldn't possibly understand only made him feel more empty. But that all changed when Alan Ryker walked in.
Harper Macintosh veers into the first entrance of the police department that she sees, ignoring the “Police Vehicles Only” sign, slams on her brakes and lays on the horn. She collapses onto the wheel, tightly gripping it with her other hand, sobs racking her body. Her forehead leans on the top of the wheel, and she begins to cry: “Help. Help me. Please. Please. Please help me.” The sobs take over again, her body spasming and practically folding in half from the weight of her grief.
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