It is pitch dark, and my rusty old lantern is lit. I feel my heart skip beats. I simulate death but of coarse he knows i am not. Maybe just maybe the thief is here for my inventory of riches , but how can that be true, my inventory is in my other room.
I hear a quick noise ( CLAP! ) I derived he hit my rusty old lantern. In concise words i say " WHO IS THERE??. " I endeavour to hide under the blankets so my body could be clad bottom to top by sheets. Gingerly i try to get to my phone, but i am making to much noise. By now i am dehydrated and i just want to sleep, but my eyes are wide open, there is no way.
The next thing i knew i was being attacked! " My fear has came true! " I think in my head, what kind of despicable person would do this! I was electrified, he then took my pillow. I was sure i knew what he was about to do, my death is upon me, i can see it now. In a cursory he took the pillow and roughly set it on my face, i only got a glimpse of what the man looked like, but strangely he looked like the young boy who works for me. His evil plan corroborated with exactly what i thought he would do. The pillow caused an abrasion on my face, and i could feel myself coming closer and closer to death by the second, and the feeling is absolutely terrifying, like jumping off a cliff and knowing any second you will die. After a while the pain starts to go away, until you do not feel anything at all.
I am now in the sky, flying through the white clouds, looking down on my prey, ready for the hunt. like a Vulture i am , soaring through the pale blue sky.
I really enjoyed your story and metaphors. I felt like I was there in the room watching. I think you described the surroundings very well and set the ambience superbly. I liked your story a lot.
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Thanks Eric(:
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