On the RUN - A Short Story
I'm running.
Now, you may be wondering why I'm running. To be quite honest, I don't exactly know, either. Nobody saw me, so I'm not being chased. I stop running to catch my breath and rest my legs. I check my watch; 11:30 PM, an hour after curfew. Mom's going to kill me.
Now I'm wide awake. I jog out of the alley, turn right, and run directly into a person. Muttering an apology, I help him pick up his stuff. Something catches my eye. Before I can read any more than 'Sam Johnson', the man snatches the paper out of my hands.
"Mind your own business," he growled, "And stay out of trouble, kid," as he continued on his way. I followed him. I know I shouldn't have, but I did. I should have forgotten about the whole thing and went home. But the fact that my name was on the paper made me follow him.
The thief I was, I took the paper without him noticing. Well, almost. As soon as I took it, he turned around. I ducked into an alley before I was in his line of sight. Seconds passed, no man. Seconds turn into five minutes; still no man. I've stolen two things in one day. Not my record, but still pretty good.
This was a few hours ago. I'm writing this down for anybody to read, because I'm scared. You don't know why yet, but you'll find out soon.
I opened my backpack and pulled out the metal cube that was about the size of a small watermelon. It was covered in symbols that looked like symbols that were made thousands of years ago by the Myan indians.
Now, you may be wondering why I'm running. To be quite honest, I don't exactly know, either. Nobody saw me, so I'm not being chased. I stop running to catch my breath and rest my legs. I check my watch; 11:30 PM, an hour after curfew. Mom's going to kill me.
Now I'm wide awake. I jog out of the alley, turn right, and run directly into a person. Muttering an apology, I help him pick up his stuff. Something catches my eye. Before I can read any more than 'Sam Johnson', the man snatches the paper out of my hands.
"Mind your own business," he growled, "And stay out of trouble, kid," as he continued on his way. I followed him. I know I shouldn't have, but I did. I should have forgotten about the whole thing and went home. But the fact that my name was on the paper made me follow him.
The thief I was, I took the paper without him noticing. Well, almost. As soon as I took it, he turned around. I ducked into an alley before I was in his line of sight. Seconds passed, no man. Seconds turn into five minutes; still no man. I've stolen two things in one day. Not my record, but still pretty good.
This was a few hours ago. I'm writing this down for anybody to read, because I'm scared. You don't know why yet, but you'll find out soon.
I opened my backpack and pulled out the metal cube that was about the size of a small watermelon. It was covered in symbols that looked like symbols that were made thousands of years ago by the Myan indians.