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You slide the bag across the table, the hooded figure opposite you peers inside. "Where the hell did you find this?!"
Continue this dialogue.
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“Where the hell I found it is none of your business, now just hand over the reward and we can both be on our merry way.”
“Now, now, little girl you are apart of a much bigger oooeration here. You think I’m just going to hand over the money for this.”
Shooting up out of her chair the girl slammed her hands on the table furious with this man. “Yes! I expect you to hand over the cash then let me on...
I slide the bag across the table, the hooded figures
opposite of me peers inside.
“Where the hell did you find this?” The middle one asks.
I shrug and lean back in my chair. I watch as the middle figure reaches inside with gloved hands and takes out the necklace. They inspect it before showing the others. No doubt they are all having a telepathic conversation at the moment but that just makes ...
Day 1:
I hate alarms, but you’d think after 1 year we’d get used to it. We all wake up hearing the alarm blaring, Wyatt yells out “ someone or something is here! Channing snaps back “ nah it’s the ice cream man”! I yell at them “to shut up”! “While you guys are bricking I’m heading to the west gate Wyatt, and Lincoln head to the east, me and gabby will head to the north gate, while Elena and Cha...
Authors note: at this point I don’t even know what to say
I slid my backpack across the table and the hooded figure peered inside. I was supposed to be doing my homework, but someone, who was a complete a stranger and right across the table, interrupted me.
“Where the hell did you find this?” he yelped.
“Find what?”
“This!” He pulled out the palm sized round white rock I had painted two days a...
I blanch. He’s never used that sort of language with me.
“You tell me”, I say with a tone of authority, “it was behind the dresser in your room.”
I can see a flash of indignation in his pale blue eyes at the thought of me rummaging through his things but the look quickly vanishes.
He’s fidgeting now, clearly aware he’s been caught and this time there will be severe consequences.
I stare at ...
The hood didn’t do much to conceal his identity. Anyone with functioning eyes could see the crooked horns jutting out from the back, and the scaly tail swishing around his feet. Even a blind man would know from the smell. Sulfur and rot, badly hidden by spices and fresh flowers. If one stood face to face with him, they could feel the hot sparks on his breath, hear his rugged airflow attempting to ...
“ I ‘killed’ it.”
“ You killed this? I’ve never seen anything like this before. Where did you find it?” Said the figure.
“ I was driving up Goled Bahri when this ‘thing’ flew straight in front of my car. I got a split second to look at it before it got hit. It was no bird I’ve ever seen before. I stopped by the side of the road to check the damage to my car and decided to check the creature out. A...
“Trust me, you don’t want to know” I said hiding a smug smile only showing a cold knowing glare. “Now give me what I am here for, or I my just have to take this bac-“ “No” the hooded man said loudly, showing his fear that this thing that could change his life could be taken away in a instant. “Guards bring the girl in. The two henchmen with a similar mask as the man that sits idly in front of me, ...
“Oh just in my basement.” I replied casually.
“There’s no way you found this in your basement! This bag is worth billions of dollars!” The hooded figure exclaims.
“My friend and I robbed a bank, well a few banks and hide all of the gems in a duffel bag. After that he put the duffel bag in my basement.” I say wondering why he was shocked about all this.
Completely baffled he says “Wait what? ...
I slid the bag across the table, the hooded figure opposite me peered inside. “Where the hell did you find this?!” I remained silent because we both knew where it came from, it was what we had been searching for for years. The hooded man lowered his hood and with shaking hands reached for the bag.
“I wouldn’t touch it if I were you.” I coolly said as though the words were like smoke escaping from...
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