A drabble (100 words) that I wrote the other day. It's just occured to me that I've only ever written one happy short story (or shorter). Does that mean that I'm a sad, sadistic person?
Hmm. Anyway, please read and review.
Enjoy :)
People say that Alex Rider has the luck of the Devil. They say it like it's a good thing and one night, as Alex lies in bed staring at the ceiling trying to keep the nightmares at bay, he thinks about it.
The luck of the devil is a strange thing. It manages to get you out of the bad situations, then tricks you by getting you somewhere worse..
But it always, always, by some miracle, some strange fate, some twist of luck, manages to get you out alive. Just.
And sometimes, perhaps, that is the worse trick of all.