Stories tagged “steal”

  • Pickpocket

    Seneca Seneca Cooper strolled down the lane, her hands casually in her pockets. Her dark curls swung from side to side as her head turned constantly, taking in all the activity on the street. Glom, the fruit peddler, was yelling his wares as usual, his...

  • Memories

    Dharma yelped as her skin was pulled fiercely by Seneca’s strong hand. She glared at Seneca, hurt, and backed away. Soon she was lost in the crowd, but Seneca caught a last glimpse of her- talking to Glom. Seneca’s feet pounded into action, hurling...

  • Retribution

    She ran faster and faster, though Glom’s voice had faded long ago. Finally, she slowed, panting, and found herself at the docks. The sky was a soaring, majestic blue, with nary a cloud in sight. She pulled the orange out of a fold in her ragged skirt...

  • Robin and Marian

    It was a long way to the Sherwood Apartments complex. Robin smiled, though, as if he found his situation ideal. The bills had been piling up and despite his greatest efforts, he hadn’t been able to find a job. Robin stuffed his hands in his pock...

  • Backpack Love, Greed, and Mischief

    It was a simple thing, sewn of a nylon blend and coated in waterproofing sealant. The zippers were heavy duty and the stitching was machine tough. The pockets were deep and there were at least 20 of them. Best of all it came in her favorite color, camo...

  • Another Revelation (part 1)

    As I step back from a bittersweet environment filled with the various vices and virtues of humanity, I now realize all that the forces of evil tried to steal from me. If I had given in and erased myself completely from the face of the earth, I can’...

  • Another Revelation (part 2)

    Hence, I have come to accept the fact that in the end, each and every mortal being will have long since proven and exploited his or her own wickedness, whether intentionally or not. But even so, there will only be a few who thoroughly fail themselves. ...

  • Simply.

    Is it wrong for me to simply be okay? Is it bad for me to want to hide the things I’d die to say? For every time I try to steal a heart and make it mine, Something goes so terribly wrong before I reach finish line.