I’m a thief, been stealing since i was two years old. I don’t think i steal things for the right reasons exactly. I mean when i was two i just wanted a toy another kid had. But now… there’s something about stealing that makes it justified, in my mind at least. I mean, i share the things i steal with the other kids who aren’t as adept as i am at taking things we don’t technically deserve. All the people i take from are rather wealthy too, but i’m not all moral and just. A job is a job, and if someone wants me to steal something for them, i will.

With the kingdom i live in it’s not exactly a terrible crime either. I mean the wealthy are like, SUPER wealthy. And i try not to steal heirlooms or anything like that. Still, i couldn’t help the feeling that i was begging to get caught eventually. And then i did. But they… let me go? It was so strange, it was as if they wanted me to take their things. Although they may have just been scared, i look wayyyy more aggresive than i am. At least, i think. So yeah, that’s my life, steal from the rich to give to my friends, don’t take anything sentimental, and if i get caught just intimidate my way out. That one will probably come in handy again. I don’t have much in the way of morals, but i don’t have much of anything else either, so i guess it all works out.

Jeffrey watches as the couple pulled out of their driveway onto the street in their sleek and expensive Mercedez Benz. The thought of them enjoying the luxury of heated seats and surround sound infuriates him as he clenches his fists. They have the emenities that some people would envy in their home let alone a car. Having none of these things, he loathes these type of people as they take for granted the fact they have money and ignore the starving and homeless that live only two blocks away in the alleyways.

He stares and watches as the tail lights fade off into the night. The are probably heading to an expensive restaurant. As he thinks of them eating lobster and steak he remembers how his parents would have to scrimp and scrape just to put food on the table. He has seen first hand what it is like to eat from trash cans and being thankful for that. Begging for just a handout to get by one more day. These people living in mansions wouldn’t miss a few things or dollars he thinks as he slinks through the night to the back window of the house.

The window slides up swiftly and he cimbs through being careful not to knock the lamp over that sits on the table underneath. He has been in this house and could walk through it blindfolded. He has also seen firsthand how the people that live here treat people they feel are below them. He worked as a laborer for two months doing odd end jobs. They talked to him like he was stupid and refused to pay him they didn’t feel his work was up to their standards. Seeing how he treated the help in the house by demeaning them and firing one after another for not being at their beckon call, yes they deserved to lose a few things.

Moving like a sly cat he made his way through the living to the stairs. These stairs would lead to a master bedroom and the safe he knew was there. He would take all that was in the safe and distribute them to the less fortunate who lived in the alley he called home. This same alley these people walked by every day to go shopping for their high end items while people dug through trash cans for their next meal, or curl up in a cardboard box. He watched this every day and resented them for their wealth, but he also felt as though they needed to use that wealth to help the people who were down and out. He knew with the money in the safe his family would be able to eat the next day and his son may be able to get the medical attention he needed for his brain cancer.

He didn’t intend to splurge but buy the things that every human being has a right to and deserves. He was not less a human as the people that lived in this house and that is why he had to take what wasn’t his. He and his family needed to survive.

I thought I would never find you I thought my shattered pieces were too small to find To sharp to touch But somehow you hold me You hold my fragmented mind My fragile figure You like me Just a tad you say Oh my god when you say my name When you say my name I feel like I could fly Say it over and over again Oh my god I love it Your so sweet And not in the way they were Not the sickly sweet taste before the poison sets in No you would never hurt me Because oh my god your perfect Oh my god I’m so lucky And you tell me your lucky to Oh my god never let go

Stealing is rich if you give to the poor.

There’s a shadow state the rich bend the rules to their favour buying politicians. The likes of black rock rule the world by bankrupting companies whilst the little guys end up with nothing.

I’m a corporate hacker I hack banks steal their investment for living and give it all to charity anonymously off course.

I research corrupt Bussiness men bankers lawyers and reveal there evil sex debased life style know there weaknesses and they will always cooperate.

Some times tough descions have to be made to loose ends

It’s excitement at another level of bypassing human defenses security and its very risky but rewarding.

Hearts pumping pure joy adrenaline rush it’s awesome and fantastic.

I know she will hate me for this. That knowledge has been bugging me, ever since I met her for the first time. She keeps all her jewelry and valuable belongings in a safe. We need you to steal it all from that witch, no matter how.

She isn’t a witch. She is the kindest, sweetest, most beautiful soul I have ever met. And now I was about to break heart and rob her of everything she worked so hard for. I stare at the wax that continuously runs down at the side of the candle on her wooden desk, the flickering light casting soft shadows over the paper in front of me. Every word I write feels like a dagger to my heart. And I know it would pain her too.

My dear Giselle,

_I know you will wake up tomorrow and wonder where I am. And by that time, I will be gone, reunited with my family. I told you about them, didn’t I? My mother, father and my dear little sister. An evil person keeps them locked away, using them as leverage against me. It should be an occasion of joy to have my family back, yet I cannot smile at the thought of leaving you behind. I may have been forced to steal from you, but I was never forced to fall in love with you. Your precious smile made it hard to keep my distance. Despite meeting you under the wrong circumstances, I cannot bring myself to call my love for you a mistake. If we would have met in a different way, I would have given you the world, but now I can do nothing but take everything from you to save my family, foolishly hoping that you won‘t resent me. _

_I know that a mere apology won’t be enough, my dear. But it’s all I can give you. _

With love Your Theodore

A single tear splashes onto the paper right next to my name, as if wanting finalizing my words. I fold the letter with trembling hands and place it on her pillow, next to her head. The bag, filled with gold, silver and the jewelry that she looked so beautiful in, was taunting me. I grab the bag and with one last glance at my sweet Giselle, I disappear through the window and into the cold, starless night.

“It’s not wrong if the person has too much and they’re an asshole. It’s more of a public service,” Mark always said. That’s why they became the Robbin’ Hoods.

Technically, he and his sister Tamara were serial thieves. They stole from wealthy people and corporations. Then they “provided” to unofficial charities of their choosing. They took a maintenance fee, of course. 10%.

It started when Jimmy Douchebag crowed around in 8th grade like he was the king of the school. His name was really Jimmy Deauchamp. But Mark dubbed him Jimmy Douchebag, in the first week of school. He made it a game to steal something of value from Jimmy about once a month. Then he would sell it and pay off someone’s lunch debt or library fine, or buy something he knew another kid needed.

One time he stole Jimmy’s new Air Jordan’s from the locker room during gym class. He sold them on Facebook Marketplace for $100. That $90 paid off 7 lunch debts.

Jimmy stupidly left his iPad on the bleachers one day during lunch. That transaction took some time to complete. Tamara grabbed it, but they had to find out his username and password. It was worthless unless they could put it back to factory settings. And they needed his AppleID and password to do it. On a whim, Mark stole Jimmy’s wallet. Bingo, Jimmy had several passwords written on a card, including his Apple ID and password. Problem solved.

The iPad brought in $300. Well, $270 after their fee. A week later, the Smithson family received a package with some new school clothes for their 5 year old and 7 year old boys.

As the years went on, Mark and Tamara built a small Robbin’ empire. They even registered a corporation to launder the money. They called it RobHo. It was ostensibly a house cleaning service. In 2021 they reported $178,393.00 in earnings. And 23 rich people were out about $1.7 million in goods and cash.

The last heist was the most lucrative. Jillian Benson, heiress to the Johnson fortune, owned most of the apartment buildings in the area. She contracted RobHo to clean her own house. Mark and Tamara cleaned her house, and cleaned her out of a $500,000 necklace. They had a duplicate made, worth about $200. They replaced it the next time they cleaned. Jillian wore it to a charity event a few months later. It was in the papers. She looked gorgeous. No harm done.

$450,000 in college scholarships helped 8 deserving kids pay for four years of college each.

But this time, they may have gone too far. Someone knows. Mark received an email that said: “I know. And you know what I know. Tomorrow you will put $5k in a trash bag and leave it in the rubbish bin at the Bellwood Park. Or the police get a copy of this.” Attached was a picture of the two of them, holding the necklace when they showed it to their secret buyer. Someone was watching. But who?

I’m not like Robin Hood. I don’t steal from the greedy rich just to give to the helpless poor. I stole from a modest florist with zero remorse. But I stole for my daughter. I stole because she was dying. ——-

“Daddy?” Tessie called from her place on the straw mattress in our shack. Her voice was so weak, so small. It made my heart ache. She was only nine, still a little girl. How I wished I could have provided her with more comfort in her final days, have prevented her illness from becoming this severe in the first place.

“It’s me, little bird.” She smiled, weakly, as I sat down beside her. I felt her forehead, it was still burnt up.

“I-“ her words where interrupted by another coughing fit. I quickly brought her water from the pot beside her, helping her to drink from my hands until her coughs settled.

“Look what I brought you.” I showed her to distract her. I pulled a small bundle of daisies from my tattered coat pocket.

Her little eyes lit up as she slowly brought a hand to hold the flowers. “Daisies! My favorite!” Thought she couldn’t say much her eyes showed all her excitement.

“I know. I saw them and had to bring them for you.” I kissed her forehead. That was only part of the truth. I really stole them because no food I could steal for us was going to help her and this was probably Tessie’s last day. I wanted so badly see joy in her small eyes one last time. Tears pricked my eyes.

“Thank you, Daddy. They’re so pretty.” She looked like she wanted to hug me, but didn’t have the strength. So I leaned down and gave her the best hug I could manage without hurting her.

“Not as pretty as my little girl.” I whispered to her as a tear escaped my eye and landed beside her.

Tessie giggled softly. But the life was leaving her. I could sense it. I think she could too. “Daddy, am I ever going to see you again?”

The tears cascaded at that. “Yes, little bird. This is only your next adventure. I’ll see you again soon. It’s only goodbye for now.”

“What do you think I’ll do on my adventure?” She rasped. Oh, it hurt more than anything to see her like this.

“Whatever you want. You can pick as many daisies as you choose and you’ll dance with fairies all day.” I held back my cries for her. I wouldnt let her see me hurt in when she was already dying.

“That sounds nice.” She whispered ever so softly with her final breath. “Goodbye, daddy. I’ll see you soon.” She rested her head on me as she closed her eyes, like she was only going to sleep.

“Goodbye, Tessie.” Her shallow breathing stopped, as she finally let go. I held my little girls body close as I cried over her short, sweet life. Of the joy I’d never see again in her beautiful, small eyes.

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I cried while writing this. I hope you enjoyed, or enjoyed as much as you could while reading this. But thank you for reading anyway.💔❤️

Jumps through a window

Ouch, that hurt.

Aaaaaahh!!!!

No no no, don’t worry I am just here momentarily until I’m in the clear.

In the clear for what. ARE A CRIMINAL!!!

I don’t really like that term. I prefer borrower of things I just don’t give back.

What did you still to have the royal guardians chasing you.

I may have stolen a gem or two, or all of them.

OUT NOW!!!

Wait wait, I stole them for good reason. They were not the kings in the first place he stole them from the village when the villagers couldn’t pay is monthly payments.

That is not good reasoning because he will go back to the village because they are the ones who got them taken from.

If it wasn’t to much to ask could you help me. Please.

Fine. For the people of the village. Not you.

To be continued…

Nico had always been known as a troublemaker in his small town. But as I got to know him, I realized there was more to him than met the eye. He had a tough childhood, growing up in poverty and facing hardships that most of us couldn't imagine. And despite his rough exterior, he had a kind heart and was always willing to help those in need. Mainly because there was no one to help him or save him until I came along

When I found out that Nico had been caught stealing food to feed his younger siblings, my heart broke for him. Instead of condemning him, I felt empathy and understanding for the difficult situation he was in. Nico wasn't a criminal at heart - he was just a young man trying to survive and provide for his family in any way he could.

I realized then that we're all capable of making mistakes, especially when we're faced with adversity. Nico may have broken the law, but he did it out of love and necessity. And for that, I couldn't help but side with him and admire his resilience and strength in the face of hardship.

Hi! Before I start, I'd just like to say that this is using one of my original characters' backstories, so a few things may not make complete sense here but they probably will in the book featuring this character, if I ever get around to writing it. lmao im 17 and have too many things to do. Also i know 'The Corporation' is a very boring name for an evil company. Im working on it ok

That night, a figure appeared at the building where it was being kept. How foolish of the Corporation to store it so close to where he had last been seen. After all, they had designed it for him. As if he'd ever join them.

The guards were easy to deal with; clearly, they weren't high up enough to have received training against attacks on the subconcious. The figure wondered what they were dreaming of. If only he could have such an experience as he had granted to them... but there was no point trying. He knew he could not.

The halls were cold and empty, devoid of life, with just his footsteps keeping him company. It smelt like a laboratory - the figure didn't know how he knew that. He'd not had a reason to go to one yet in his short life so far. How many days had it been since his 'creation' again? It didn't matter. What mattered was what he was here for - that which belonged to him. With it, he could finally have his own identity.

Of course, it would be in the deepest chamber in the building. After all, the Corporation had been putting a lot of resources into this project. The figure wondered why they were so confident he'd ever join them. His serious mood was lightened slightly by the cheerful music of the lift descending further and further. Floor 50, Floor 10, Floor -20, Floor -40. And finally, the last floor. The one not on the list, as the display could not show that symbol. He was here at last. Two more guards were waiting. Higher credentials and more training. No matter. They never stood a chance.

He reached the chamber where it was at last, and stopped to stare at it. The armour was exactly as the blueprints had claimed, futuristic metal plating emblazoned fully in shining, dark red like some kind of superhero. It occurred to him as he put each piece of it on that he was that superhero. Red Kite returned to the roof and spread his new wings, ready to fly at long last.