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My back slammed in to the grass. I looked up to see aspens sword at my neck. He pulled it away triumphantly.
“Victorious again,” he declared, his sword squealed as it went back in to the sheath. “I'm only letting you win,” I grumbled, picking up my sword from the ground as it had been disarmed during battle.
“Stop lying to yourself, I’m just better at this than you,” he boasted.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” I commented. I pushed my sword back in to my sheath. I climbed on to a rock by the campfire. “well reach the city by tomorrow,”
“Yeah I know,” Aspen sighed with dismay. I watched as he took a seat next to me.
“hey it's only two months,” I stated, placing a hand on his back. He nodded, tossing a small stick in to the fire.
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“Yes but I have new information,”
“What is it?”
“Well there's only one crate in the ship with something in it I need,” She lowered her volume. “I need you to take it,”
“How am I supposed to take am entire crate,” I asked irritably. I leaned closer toward her, my elbows resting on her desk.
“I say crate I really mean bag,” she elaborated.
“Alright so I have to pocket the bag and bring it back to you,” I clarified. She nodded. “May I be dismissed now?” She gave me another bod of the head and I pivoted on my heel.
“One more thing,” I halted. Waiting for her to add on. “You can't kill anyone,” the request took a moment to register.
“Got it,” I swallowed my self-doubt and exited the room. ~~~
I crept through the dark alleyways shadows dancing around the dimly lit street lamps. I snuck out of the alley behind a couple boxes that had been carefully laid close to the docks. I turned towards the large clock tower in the center of the city. 11:58. Two minutes till the boat should arrive.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I watched the water anxiously. Waves rippled through its surface, lapping up against the stone walls separating the city from the water. I took a deep breath, somewhat calming my nerves. It was going to be hard not to kill anyone. But I had to do it, or else I was
"I'm heading out to make an arrest." He replied, his tone carried a slight hint of Incertitude as to the motive of this inquiry.
Just a night. An ordinary night, around fifteen to eleven o’clock. I lay there playing with my xacto knife kit. It belonged to my Grandfather’s aunt. So I guess that’s my great great aunt. Well anyways I finally set aside my kit and started to try and sleep. I’m at my grandparents house in the Fairfax District of Los Angeles. The house? Why it’s a classic Spanish themed home built precisely in 1929. At the end of a Golden Era: The Roaring Twenties. So as I turn to closed eyes I see a boy. A young Hasidic Jewish boy. He looks around the age of eight or nine and asks me in a seemingly cute creepily voice Have you seen my family? I asked what family. The family that seems to be missing. I asked are you from around here? He says, yes I grew up here in the brown roofed house.
"Ha Ha Ha, you're funny. Do you think I will just go away and not take with me that sword of yours?"
"Go get some sleep," she said dryly, "We'll talk in the morning." I got out of the car, leaving her in the car as I briskly ran up the walkway.
She came stumbling across the room toward him. "I want it," she said quietly. "You've not destroyed it?"
"Fine. As long as you're out of here soon," you said off-handedly, your attention unwavering from your laptop. Lapis huffed, but didn't say anything to your blatant response.
"Why not bring me back alive? I'm sure he'd love to watch me rot in a musty cell for eternity." Suprina stood on the edge of the crate, forcing the other side upwards.
“Well for starters you can put down that pen.” I did as I was told. The deepness of his voice made me wet between my thighs. He got up and positioned himself behind me. He leaned in close to my neck and said,
The fighter in blue gasped and his face grew red. He threw his arrows on the ground and reached
“I’d know the crew would appreciate walking on solid ground once again. We will stay in an inn for the time being.”
turned suddenly and confronted his pursuer. There was a sharp cry --and the dagger dropped
"Where's the cigarettes?" she asked. We all sat there, looking dumbfounded, and wishing it were only cigarettes because the consequences for that were less severe. She stood at the door for a few minutes, staring at us with a look of complete disappointment on her face, before walking out the door, shutting it behind her.
“Would you like some help carrying them in?” Kevin offered, while reaching to grab a bag.
“Damn, how we gon’ work like this?” Sam said to himself as he sipped his coffee. He then headed back to bed. 8:07 PM, Sam awoke from bed only to realize the storm is striking harder and stronger than earlier at night. Sam picked up his phone and
While Cameron start to gather himself up the old warrior yelled again. "And don't be chewing off my ear with questions a sword can't answer. He threw two wooden swords at his feet, the exact length, and weight of a real short sword. "Now, show me what you know!" He growled and took to his stance again, his dark eyes leveled on Cameron.