I walked into the store. I saw my grandfather’s old pocket watch sitting on the counter, being sold to some random stranger. I ran up to the stranger as he was leaving the store, and quickly asked him to hand over the watch. He got upset and started shouting at me with such intense anger in his voice. I began to try to explain that someone must have found it in the streets and turned it in to the antique shop, and it was my grandfather’s watch. He didn’t want to hear it and told me to “get lost”. I quickly snatched the watch from his hands and ran. He tried to chase me, but he ran out of breathe after a few minutes. I looked at the watch and suddenly realized it wasn’t my grandfather’s. I tried to find the man again, but he was long gone. I stumbled back into the antique shop, and there I found a much better pocket watch than anything my grandfather could ever afford. I picked up the watch and asked an employee how much it was. “$73,957” the employee replied. “Would you like to buy it?” “No, thank you” I answered. There was no way I could ever male so much money. I saw a mother and her child walking out of the store, and I swiftly placed a ring on the child’s shoulder. The alarm went off as they walked out of the store, giving me the chance to escape the store, watch in hand. Once I was a few blocks away from the store, I looked down at the pocket watch. The hands were not moving and the time was incorrect. I stole a watch for no reason, it didn’t even work. I stared into the glass of the watch, and suddenly it seemed as if time had stopped. I glanced around and nobody was moving. I stared back into the glass, I was scared. I didn’t know how I had stopped time. Once I looked up again, there was a man standing over me. Everybody was moving again. He snapped his fingers and everyone stopped. It was then that I realized that I had done nothing, and the watch was still an overpriced piece of junk.

Harriet. A 5’4, red haired, and freckle faced 16 year old girl who went missing last week. She has been on the news day after day. I had come to the conclusion she was dead. I had no idea who she was. I never really cared. Not until the day I heard a knock on my door at an abnormal time for visitors. I walked downstairs quietly, rubbing my eyes so I could see clearly. It was 3:47 in the morning. I opened the door and automatically began to tell them it was too early to be visiting. Then I opened my eyes. In front of me, I say a 5’4, red haired, and freckle faced 16 year old. I froze. I didn’t know what to do or say. “Hey, I need a place to stay, I can’t go home, and I can’t let the police find me.” This was Harriet. I had to house her and stay as far away from the police as possible. I told her she could stay, but it had to be in my basement for safety purposes. She thought it was okay, so she stayed with me. She has been locked up in my basement for 3 years now. Practically kidnapped, although it was asked for. She is tied to a chair, has a cloth in her mouth to prevent screaming, and I only feed her twice a week. I am planning on killing her tomorrow, I have a feeling she has good, strong muscles. I think they would taste better than the last girl. She remains on the news. People are still believing she is missing, and some continue to believe she is dead. Those people will soon be right. There will be no trace of her left, her bones will be eaten by the dog that visit every night, hungry and ready to attack. The blood will be licked up and drank by the hungry cats and mice I keep in my attic. This is going to be a fun mission.

The enemy was closing in and there was nothing we could do. We were stuck and there was nothing I could do to save my team. The only action we could take is attacking back. I don’t like violence. I know what you’re thinking. If I don’t like violence, then why did I join military? I joined because my parents were never proud of me and everything I did was never good enough. I heard the men coming in and I had to take action now. “We must attack, now!” I screamed. All the soldiers awoke and quickly gathered their guns to fight back. We marched forward until we say the enemy in the distance, and we waited for them to approach. Once they realized we were ready for them to fire, they waited. “What is going on” I heard one of my soldiers whisper. “I think they are trying to catch us off guard. Whatever you do, keep your guard up.” I whispered back, making sure the opposing team doesn’t here. “I see you heard we were coming in your direction.” General Dorball, the general of the enemy team, spoke. “Yes, sir. What is it to you, why do you think of attacking us at such an hour?” I answer. Before I had time to think, the opposing general fired a shot, and my men were falling to the ground one by one, leaving me with only 400 men left. I couldn’t think, I could only hear gunshots, and then there was nothing. I couldn’t see nor hear anything anymore. Then it hit me, I have been shot.