She found the man drunk and filthy. The slimy man deserved to die and she wanted to be the one to do it.
Sir Talon dropped to one knee before the maiden. “M’lady, I come from far off lands seeking you so you may reunite the people against Dark Lord Idazlearen du Horma, I pledge all that I am to your service. I shall tirelessly seek out our enemies and sacrifice my life for yours.”
Anna looked up from her phone. “Wha?”
Lord Bassel had left home for the first time to seek his fortune. His first battle, a peasant in a thick tunic with a spear. Lard Bassel never stood a chance.
Brent dropped to his knees, sobbing. Everything was falling apart before his eyes. There was nothing left for him now. He looked upwards, face wet and shining in the light of the streetlamp. “Why,” was all he said.
Karen looked down, face buried in shadow. Despite the darkness, Brent could see her perfect white teeth in a predatory grin. She didn’t answer him, she gave no reason why she did this to him. She only stared at his misery, her smile glowing in the darkness.
“God damn it Mike! I’ve been telling you for years not to do that!” she screamed. Below them office workers streamed from their buildings with any weapon they could find. Bellowing war cries they joined the bloody free for all growing in the bloody street.
Mike had to look away for a moment to hide his smile. “To be fair you never told me WHY I shouldn’t do that.”
Everyone gasped in unison as the cake flew through the air. The layers separated as they headed towards grandma. My brother dove to block the airborne confection a moment too slow. There was a splat and a scream, then silence.
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The wood of the ancient door splintered as Pincushion broke the lock. It was just after Christmas, and he had been scoping out houses that would be easy targets. This one with it’s old doors and stacks of electronics boxes out front seemed perfect. If got just $500 more dollars in these sorts of smashContinue reading “The Thief”