A Short Story : A Story?

From the nearby foliage, Ulrich heard a whisper of foreign words. The last time he heard a strange language, he’d lost his arm moments later. Terrified, he drew his sword, an undercurrent of fear seizing him; he’d never fought one-armed before.

He swished the sword through the air and said, “This is a most interesting weapon, it is thin and light, yet seems to be unbreakable. I think I'll slice you to pieces with it Angelica, and then I'll keep your head as a souvenir. These other two, I will find other uses for.”

Well, Mark was with a few of his friends, and decided to walk his girlfriend to his bus stop as they were all going home. They all began to cut through the park to save time, as it was getting dark. They had only just entered the park and they heard some moving about in the large bush to the side of them, but thought nothing of it. Then suddenly, around eight, ten year olds came from out of the bush, claiming that they would knife them'. They followed behind there group of friends, and proceeded to throw stones at them. For a few minutes they endured the stones getting thrown at the,, but then one of the children threw a stone which hit his girlfriend, this angered Mark, so he walked over to the child who threw the stone and grabbed him by his shoulders and began to shout at him. Then, from what seemed like out of no where, two older boys around the age of 17 approached him, this made Mark slightly intimidated as they were a few years older than

“Yes, it is. I’m giving it to you.” I took the sword from him. It felt unreasonably heavy. “This cannot, under any circumstances, fall into the enemy’s hands. Do you know why?” I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I completely understood. I had been told about this sword, one that had been passed down through our family for generations, and that it had two identical sibling swords. One of these belonged to the elves, and one to the wizards. It was a powerful sword, and the one who bore such a sword could only be killed by one of the other two. That was as far as my knowledge reached.

Mace growled and brought his giant weapon up, swung it, once, twice, and then smashed it down into the table next to the stranger's. Wood splinters flew out in every direction. A twisted look passed over the stranger's shadowed face as Mace started his second swing. And in one smooth movement, the stranger stood, his cape whirling back from the great weapon that Gasparro had noted earlier, and smashed the mace out of it's path with a single swing of the largest sword Gasparro had ever seen.

The young visitor not knowing what to do grabbed a bat and hit the drunk man across the back of the head. Grabbing everything in a hurried manner the young boy ran into the vehicle, whenever they pulled out of the driveway the father came out still drunk with a gun. They quickly tried to pull out of the driveway but the mother put the car in drive running the husband over. Not know what to do we grabbed the dead corpse and threw him in the basement. The sister now knowing what the father was holding pointed the vicious weapon into her face. The young man running and screaming at the little sister to put the gun down heard a boom and the little girl's life was

“I don’t know, first I was with my wife and son… and now I’m fighting men, with these strange weapons.” said Jason.

The chief made a face and pointed. “Over there... on that pile of rubbish, guv’na. We were just about to cast them into the fire.”

“Iona, stop you can see the boy is armed,” said Aelred as he came to the door with a great knife in one hand and a crossbow in the other.

While sitting outside on a log near the stream, the three children was enjoying the nice beautiful weather and their names were Trey, Tyson and Kareem. When sitting in the woods, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, the bugs were flying and the children are sitting on the log telling jokes to each other. Tyson laughed so hard that he fell off the log it was quite when the boy fell off then all you your heard were loud laughter from all three of the boys. Then all of a sudden, Tyson looked up and seen something strange flew over him and his friends heads. Tyson sat up and looked at Trey and Kareem and said “Did y’all see that strange thing flying in the air?” “NO”, replied Trey and Kareem.

“A king you would seem I said, said did I not?” The Creature cackled, the other Voices laughing all around him. The Voices dissipated just like that, their Voices left echoing in the hallway. Mack was now alone, the darkness shadowing his face and twisting it into something gruesome and cruel. He stood up and sauntered to the staff doors, pushing hair off his face with a dangerous smirk stretching his

Two weeks had passed the police force couldn’t figure out who had killed the man, especially since there was no body to work with. Going back into the crime scene I counted all the people on the wall. The same amount on the wall was the same amount of clients we had plus one. Just then I heard a high pitched scream and watched a great big x appear in blood on a charcoaled person. I knew immediately what had happened.

A computerized voice said “Hello Jo Lucas, would you like to spin the weapon wheel we said yes and a wheel full of weapons popped out we spun it and a three-D printer printed a samurai sword right up front of all of us we realized what we had discovered Jo Lucas was planning to kill us! I kept my wits and by kept my wits, I mean crawled into a ball a cried, holding a samurai sword but, then I realised something we had everything Jo Lucas had and then we had strength in

Her lips were numb when she pulled away, but the ache in her chest remained. Her body shivered and for once it wasn’t from being close to Theo. The house had cooled several degrees and she felt the cold.

"A guard paged me and told me he saw you leave the kongsi by the emergency exit and that you were carrying a sword. Who told you?"