Waiting for Trouble

Wait, no I’m not!

      You crouch down in hope that the villains do not see you. Yet it is hard to hide when you have already been seen. Knowing this you take out your pocket knife, draw out the small blade, and wait. Footsteps come very quickly; you spring up backwards and stab the first thing to your left. Inspite of the sudden angry curse a thick leathery hand grabs you by the shoulder.

       “On your feet!” says the fat henchman. “Boss, look what we have here!”

               The figure in blue robes comes closer to the cliff.  

          “Take care of him,” says the figure, “We don’t want trouble.”

               A quick knock to the head and your unconscious body is thrown off the cliff. Your body is fed to the thing in the swamp.

        Wait a minute, thinks the thing in the swamp,  What kind of sick joke is this? They didn’t include any mustard!

 

         You have died and your body was fed to some creature in a bizaare pit. Yet this doesn’t have to be the end. Go back to the previous page.

 

 

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Author: pathweaver34

My name is Isaac Craft. I've got a bachelors in Mass Communications, an Associates in Graphic Design, and I'm an aspiring novelist.

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