Stories tagged “stealing”
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Technopathy 101
Technically, it’s not stealing. That’s what I tell myself and that’s what gets me through the day. Not that I ever had much conscience about my ability. It’s always been pretty simple. I walk up to an ATM, concentrate really har...
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The Unhonourable Art of Stealing:
I have said it before and will say it again, It is all in the breathing. The calmness. Though your body tingles and your heart beats, So fast. You must be slow and silent. Walk as though you own the place, You only make noise when you try not to. When ...
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Thieves (ficly challenge)
Once upon a thyme leaf, in a pizza place 3 blocks from a house that isn’t mine, a man named Luigi made a pizza. Aliens lost control of their flux capacitor because they were out of bologna. They crash-landed in a field of pineapples. Gathering th...
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Thieves (2)
I wasn’t awake, otherwise I would have used my milk-dud powered little sister to scare them away, hence allowing me to keep the precious bunny slippers. As it is, they managed to steal them. I’ve sent them threatening messages to bring them...
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It's Not Just You
“Phew that was close,” I muttered as Hannah swung around the corner and behind the dumpster. I pressed my back to the slimy green surface and held my breath while I waited for the scuffling footsteps to fade out of earshot. I peeked my head...
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No Surprise
“Surprised?” Ryan asked. “Oh, it’s no surprise that you’ve been caught stealing. What did you steal this time?” said Dr. Foley, the prison’s psychiatrist, said. “A tractor.” “Holy smoke! I was...
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Where There's Smoke There's Fire (IV)
Denny’s house smells strongly of cigarettes. His wife—if he had one—must be a chain smoker too. The house isn’t exactly what you’d call clean, but it’s tolerable. I follow Denny to the upstairs bedroom which is the e...
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Where There's Smoke There's Fire (V)
“Relax, honey,” She walked to the right of the bed and put down the tray on top of the nightstand I hadn’t noticed before. “Relax? You’re some crazy bitch who tied me to this bed!” I yell, struggling again. “No...
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Only One Way Out (I)
Laying tied on the bed got me thinking about everything. Ethan, my parents, my baby… Everything in my life is so fucked up, and I just keep getting into deeper shit, without even trying. I could blame most of it on the baby, but it’s always...
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Only One Way Out (II)
“You’re right,” Ruth says and I can’t believe how easy this is, “I have a ton of plastic knives.” She lets out a little chuckle. She leaves, but reappears quickly after with a plastic knife and fork. I stop pacing on...
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Only One Way Out (III)
There isn’t any shower, but there is a bathtub. One of those that you sit and rub yourself in for hours. I turn the knobs all the way to the left and let the water pour into the tub. I look around and find that next to the toilet is a big cabinet...
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Pandora Jae [[LoA]]
You had a young, rambunctious chocolate labrador named San-Fran. I would look down at you two from the window of my flat, holding a cup of earl grey close to my face, its steam rising in the morning light. At 6:15 a.m. you’d emerge from the build...
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Christmas Returns
Jesse never should have listened to George. Now he was sitting on his unmade bed in the dark staring at the floor. It wasn’t the floor he was seeing. It was shattered glass, trash and discarded cd cases. It was the look on George’s frighten...
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Playing for Keeps
Lee lashed out with his foot, polished black shoe catching Ryan in the face. The young man stumbled clutching his head and then crumpled to the ground. “What did I tell you?” The asian mobster snarled. “You get sacked in the third qua...