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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Immeasurable

Aimlessly looking at the pixalated screen as tens of thousands were at the same time, locking, splintering my attention between social medias, draining my time to the unwarranted, undermining the attempts of negating such actions. I pulled myself closer to the screen, realising that I was indulging too much, but I could not stop myself, […]

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A Plan To Kill

Target acquired, we had vision and data, and everything about her. We were assigned with our inception in this industry, a job to kill with an accidental or mystery cause. This case was handed by us under the label of a mystery kill, it was a huge feat for our team of three- a hacker/ […]

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Slow, Cruel.

A knife was in me, the cold metallic sharpness was right next to my heart, just above the pulmonary veins. I was catching my breath, laying prostrate, looking into the ceiling would not work, I had to do something. My leg did some dragging, aimlessly. My head was unable to veer itself upwards to scan […]

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Run. Wait. Exterminated.

My machete sprung into life, ripping through the dense bushes of the wild, torches of flame were trailing me, lighting up the dead of the night, I was in deep trouble, invoked the whole village to hunt me down because of my inadvertent blunder. The throng of angry bunch was shouting, screaming in rage. The […]

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Assassination

The crosshair was devoid of my target, I was at the top of the Manhattan tower, I run solo, in this field of profession. My prime job was to kill as paid, doing a clean job, almost everything. Things went wrong if I did not plan them properly, organising every minute detail in place of […]

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Candy Clown Maniac

The selves of candies against my back, I was trapped singularly with the psycho-candy-maniac, he was holding a sugar cane, which was my height, and he was tall, really tall. He was wearing a red-white top-hat, a matt-white suit, and a sinister clown’s smile. His afro was sombre ruby red, stained with the past victims. […]

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