Dancing in The Shadows

Dagger in my hand, scheming in my head, anxiety in my movements. I flitted across the forest as if the trees were my waves, surfing me through the hurdles fluidly, without any hesitance. The afternoon sun was scorching, but this condition was perfect for carrying out a small assassination in the woods because there were […]

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Typed

Agent 3142 reporting, 31 March 1989, target killed, mission accomplished. I typed nonchalantly into the typewriter, as I did for the past decade, reporting to duty every week. My job was an assassin, blatantly speaking, I killed for no reason, I was born to kill which was why the organisation was in favour of me […]

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