I was bad at karate. I was bad with weapons. My mask kept falling off and exposing my identity. When I took out my sword the handle hit my face. My trainer believed in me though. He kept practicing with me until I was good. He sent me on a mission to save a kidnapped girl. I rescued her using my new skills. I got back to Nija camp and it had been taken over by giant demonic flying gorillas. I slayed them all, saving the day. Then I returned the kidnapped girl to her parents. Everyone was happy.
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Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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