This sinister deed was done.
When I left the house — hiding my assassin’s blade. A dog sat near the entrance, we exchanged glances. I patted it, but it didn’t leave. Its eyes peered into my soul. I soon grew uneasy with it. Anxiety overcame me.
That nemesis! How dare it watch me! Do I deserve its malicious stare?
Then it leaped, locking its jaw around my throat. I gasped. My life was slowly slipping away, I reached for my dagger — it wasn’t there — and the last thing I saw, was its name on the collar.
Vengeance.
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Deasun T. Smyth
I’m a First Nations 17 year old young man, probably an old soul (not that there's anything wrong with that). I live in Saskatchewan, and I love reading, writing, conlanging, and collecting sarcastic T-shirts.
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Vengeance
This sinister deed was done. When I left the house — hiding my assassin’s blade. I trotted lively down the cobbled street, for what had I to fear? I’m nothing but a shadow in the background of a city, an assassin who’s job was done. My confidence and posture told a story of a gentleman. Till’ at the bend of the street, I saw a dog sitting near the ditch, the dog was something I couldn’t quite understand. Its face was almost black, with brown peppered across its muzzle. It had pointed ears, and bright eyes, it was a rather handsome mutt.
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Oh the ending was so fantastic!