Little Fox's Heist_The Stone_I Am The Champion_A Betrayal of Thievery
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Little www.onedoor.ccFox's Heist
Jikai no Dorobou, the 'next time thief', once a thriving legend, but after years she becomed nothing more than whispers. She couldn't take it anymore. Honest life was so boring. So, she slipped silently through the shadows wearing a cloak that swayed in the wind and her favorite fox mask which reflected the moonlight. The irony didn't leave her mind since she herself was a kitsune, with a pair of fluffy ears and tails. She scouted a building by afar. A magnificent feudal mansion. The structure stood tall and proud, surrounded by a thick wall made of st...
The Stone
Birds and their beautiful chirping. The whispers of the light breeze. The silence of the tall trees. And among them stands a mystic stone. It can’t be called a monument as nothing seems written on it. It’s just a stone. A rock perhaps. Amid a beautiful forest on the Margalla hills of Islamabad. People usually use the track for hiking which runs alongside the stone. Often being ignored by the hikers. Yet to Mia, this stone has always fascinated her. Nature itself has a soothing effect on the soul. This place holds something extraordinary. It is the beginning of autumn, in the mid of September 2...
I Am The Champion
Octava put on his leather suit of armour and placed his sword in the scabbard on his hip. He stood straight, feet slightly apart, feeling strong before the match. Broad at the shoulders, a muscular body, standing six feet six inches tall.His aides, after helping him with his suit of armour, were putting the final touches to it. Smoothing it down over his back and chest. Checking if the pads were protecting his shoulders correctly. Tightening the belt that pulled in an already slim waist.The smell of greased leather was in the air and the armour squeaked as layer rubbed against layer. He looked...
A Betrayal of Thievery
The sirens blared in my ears as I crouched behind the counter filled with jewels. I twirled the small brass key in my hand, my twin brother breathing heavily next to me, smiling tightly. Jeremy and I had grown up in an old rundown orphanage together and had been released just a few months ago, as we had turned eighteen. The classic baby-left-on-the-orphanage-doorstep. We were the living incarnate. No note attached, no money, no names. Just Jeremy and I in a beige basket made of twill. Only days old.We grew up in the orphanage together. I was always the rebellious twin, and Jeremy the quiet one...