I support Skelguardians comment! Ramond's story ftw^^
And I wish i could write like that, ye.
Since there have been nothing about crime yet I might want to try it out..? ^^
Well, This is a story that just popped out of my head, while i was reading the other ones here. This might not be uber-awesome but it is the first story who contain crime
This story has about 500 words oO, so IDK if you like to read all that or not. As others have commented, 250 words is almost nothing to base a story on. This may contain small typos since I wrote it fast, in the middle of the night, and since this is unofficial
Anyway Here you go.
PS: If any1 have an idea of a title i would be grateful
I watched the people as I walked down the crowded main street.
I watched everyone who hurried to their jobs, I saw people fleeing from the rain.
I often find it amusing to watch the “normal” people’s lives.
As I was looking around, my watch started beeping. It was time.
I rushed down the street, wearing my coat and a suit to blend in perfectly.
Anyone looking at me would have said I was just another business-guy. As I crossed the street my watch started making noises again.
Five minutes was passed. I had to keep up the pace if I was supposed to make it in time.
I went down another block and stopped right outside a large hotel. “Continental” There was several stars over the name to show customers the luxury of this hotel.
Personally I could not have cared less.
I had my instructions and I knew exactly how to execute the plan I was given.
My client had been desperate about this mission, so he paid well.
I went straight into the hotel and located the elevators.
I hurried towards them and avoided eye-contact as much as possible.
As I hurried through the corridors on 6th floor, I kept my eyes out for any possible threat.
I found the room marked “657” and started knocking heavily on the door. I heard some loud voices from inside, and continue knocking to stress the persons inside.
I hear some clicks then a man in black suit, probably a bodyguard, opens the door.
The guard manages to say “what the...” and seconds later he falls to the floor, with a red mark in his forehead.
I jump over the body and shortly after, a small, slightly overweight man in a bathrobe comes into the room.
He’s face is red as a tomato until he sees my gun pointing at him. Suddenly his face turns pale and he starts stubbering.
“W-what do you want me!?”
“You have stolen something you should not possess, Mr. Zowalsky”
I replied in a calm and cold manner.
“And I represent a bunch of people who want you to return what you have stolen..”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
The mans voice were completely out of control, and I knew I was frightening him enough.
“Although I find you slightly amusing, Mr. Zowalsky I’m afraid I have to kill you.”
As I hurried to the elevator assured that the documents was safe in my inner pocket.
I went back out on the street, and continued to the nearest fast-food store. As planned a man with black suitcase and a blue suit was waiting for me.
As I passed him, I discreetly handed him the documents, and continued walking.
I could already feel the ten million dollars flowing into my bank-account. As I walked down the streets I stopped to take a drink at a local bar. When I drank the first sip of whiskey two words raced through my mind.
“Mission Accomplished”
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