The Cat Burglar_Easy Come, Easy Ghost._Sentry of the Night_I don't need another cat
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The Cat Burglar
I do believe I am a living oxymoron, a fat cat burglar. When I mentioned this to my criminal colleagues, they just laughed and called me a fat moron, which I find highly impolite, not to mention politically incorrect.Of course, it is well known that some people of the overweight kind can be remarkably agile, and that is how I have managed to ply my trade all these years without being caught even once.As for my underworld companions, they shrugged and told me that everyone gets caught eventually, and that the main reason I haven’t yet is that people can’t believe a lump of lard like me can be a...
Easy Cowww.onedoor.ccme, Easy Ghost.
The wind whistled through the subpided houses in the last night of the 10th month of the year but Sky couldn't find any alternative costume to wear for the event of collecting candies and sweets around the neighborhood in costume.This was her first time to join the event but she was disappointed towards her Father for lossing her witch costume in the wreckage last week so Sky decided to find some alternatives. About an hour to go before her friends call her name outside her window but she was still in the circumstance of desperation.Before tears pours down, a flash of memory lit the candle of...
Sentry of the Night
Rebecca’s heartbeat drummed in her ears as she flew past the trees and bushes. Her attempt at noiselessness was futile; leaves and sticks crunched beneath her as she darted farther and farther into the woods. The rays of a late-afternoon sun streaked through the branches of trees towering overhead, threatening to expose her. She slid down a small incline and fell on her back at the bottom, tumbling directly into a stream. Standing and shaking water from her hands, she delicately tiptoed her way across and began climbing the opposite incline. Grasping at tufts of grass to pull herself up, she ...
I don't need another cat
I don’t need another cat.She was sitting on the windowsill as I walked into the living room, cup of coffee in my hand, to sit with my feet up and do the crossword; a habit I had got into in the last couple of months. Life wasn’t dull, just different, and the midmorning crossword filled a void.She was –yes, there was no doubt, she was a she, a queen among queens - she was quite, quite beautiful. As black as soot. No, as black as velvet; silkily soft. Her eyes shone like blue-black diamonds. I couldn’t help but smile as she stared through the window at me in her steady, haughty manner. Five minu...