at least for winter break, more if i can here, i am just going to write what comes to me, and maybe my readers (if you are still out there)
will see it and know that I'm still alive
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There were silent footsteps down the hall. It was very early, or I suppose some would say it was late, since this scene transpired during the late hours of the ending night, but the early of the newborne day.
She was still asleep, her sweet face pressed tightly to the cover of her hibernating laptop. The figure stopped for a moment to gaze upon her as she slept. "Beautifully innocent while asleep... But hell when you have her awake," they thought to themself as they pulled a very small object out from a pocket. The shadow of it was faint, dimly outlined by the glow of the half moon. The shadow-person their admiring to tuck the little thing into the top fold of her robe.
Then, he stepped back into the hall to retrace his steps to exit that place. He moved quietly, carefully planning his every footfall so that it would not make the slightest sound. The minute hand of a clock moved faster than the pedelums that were his legs that brough him closer to his destination. He took not a breath of air as he opened the window on the far side of the hall from where Kimiko lay in plesant slumber.
Then, while the pane acended vertically up the tracks holding it in place--it squeaked.
Like a shot, her eyes opened, blue that burned reed with the intensity of the fire within her. She catapulted herself up and over the desk with ease and speed, not noticing the small something that had fallen from the top fold of her robe!
Now our intruder worked quickly to escape the fate that was inevitable, for the tiny little girl was upon him just as he shot himself up and out the window. Shw quickly followed in pursuit.
Kimiko tackled the shadowed figure head on. They tumbled down the graasy embankment that lead down to the garden. She finally pinned him against the cold, wet ground and struggled with him a moment more to get his hands away from his face.
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Oh yeah. gotta love a cliff hanger.
i personally hate them, reading them, i mean.
writting them can actually be quite pleasing.
well this is your story readers.
you are going to make guesses as to what the object is and who the intruder was.
I'll ask that you use the review spot to submit them.
And, I want at least 3 guesses as to what they are.
then you'll get to find out