I Am A Robber - Original Writing

It was a dark and stormy night. I, Jonathan Harker, was shaking and I didn't know what was going on. I was seeing terrifying shadows around my room. Also, last night, I thought a person or a thing was behind me, but I couldn't see its reflection through the mirror. I didn't know what to do, so I started packing.

Seeing as there was nowhere else to go, you shuffled over to the opening and frowned. It was dark and you could just barely make out a doorway to what was most likely another room. What really threw you off guard was how nicely the doorway was carved. An intricate pattern wove itself around the exit. Did that mean… someone else was here? At the thought of possibly being able to get out of here with the help of another person made you scurry over to the patterned doorway with little hesitation. The sleeves of your two-sizes-too-big sweater fell down to wrap loosely around your forearms when you reach over and grabbed the wall to peak around into the next area.

I looked over to the alarm clock and saw a bright red 1:06 AM. The door creaked slowly and a dark figure entered the room. The silhouette walked closer to me, heels clicking on the vinyl floor. A sinister smile spread across her rotting face.

He opened his sack and as he grabbed a potato he saw a outline of a person, as the mysterious figure came closer, he ran, scampering. The figure moved quick as a mouse, and as he ran, his face appeared, and just as suddenly black hair covered his face, as if a mask was concealing his

In The Thief, the main character named Gen is in prison for a good reason. He was sent to jail because he stole the King’s Seal, and a wine seller who worked for the King in secret reported him. At first, Gen plans to find a way to escape out of jail (he is a professional thief), but every day he still finds himself chained and locked up with no way for escape. Later in the story, Gen is taken out of prison because the King’s magus (The King’s advisor) needs to steal something for the benefit of the King. Because Gen has been known to be the best thief in the world and has also been known to steal anything, he is taken out his cell and has to follow the Magus on a quest along with three other people, named Sophos, Pol, and Ambiades. One of

Behind her in the living room, someone cleared his throat. She panicked, she didn’t know is she should turn around or not. She didn’t know if she wanted to see what frightful thing would be standing in her living room. Behind her, she could hear someone walking closer and closer to her very slowly.

Suddenly a piercing cry came from my bedroom. I darted up the stairs following the cry of such extreme agony. I stopped in the bedroom doorway to find my wife’s lifeless body lying on the floor with a hulking figure peering over it. What at first glance I thought to be my mortal enemy was actually my second creation.

You must leave at once, for I am to have a party here tonight with my rich friends.¨ The tall figure didn't reply but he started walking towards Marcus. Marcus then opened the door to the stairs, lit a candle and ran as fast as he could down the stairs and into the wine cellar down the hall. When he reached to turn on the light, he felt a strange substance on the string. He pulled it, turning on the light, and in front of him was standing the odd creature. Marcuss thinking was, He looked as if he had been chemically burned and stabbed and scratched all over his face. Like he was killed many times in this lifetime. Maybe that's why he wanted in my house. Maybe he wanted refuge in my house. So, right as marcus got up the nerve to ask him why he was in his house, the figure

As the sun starts to set, the figure unfurls, stretching into the night. A dark figure crawls, suspiciously advancing as she walked hesitantly down the abandoned alley, reflecting her every faint movement. A flicker of the street lamp and she briefly loses it. In her relief, it rises out of the murky depths of the puddle beneath her feet, breathing life into the cold cobblestone.

A tall, black, slender figure lurks around in the woods. Hazy mist rolled in around the trunks of trees. A young child wanders toward the being, grabbing it’s hand. In a blink of an eye both figures disappear into the cold, damp night.

Burglary and robbery are different in many ways, but are the same. Burglary is when a person unlawful entry to a person home or business building to commit the act of theft or a felony. When the action of a burglary is committed by someone, the victim does not have to be present at the time of the incident. (DeMille, 2016). When dealing with building types it can be numerous kind of business offices. Burglary must take place when a person only unlawfully entered your home or building without permission. Depending on the state’s the status of the laws for the offense of burglary can be considered a felony. Robbery is when a person has taken or trying to take something from another person that has value unlawfully by force, intimidation or even threatening that person. Robbery is different from burglary because in order for a person to commit the offense of robbery, a victim must be present at the time of the incident for the crime to occur. Depending on the states and the values of the item that was taken from the victim at the time of the incident the states statues of the laws for the offense of robbery can be considered a felony. (DeMille, 2016). Burglary and robbery are the same in only one category; both are considered to be property crimes.

My eyes slowly began to adjust to the darkness of the room. I sat staring at, what can only be described as the mess that lay before me, wondering what had happened. The warm sticky pools that had formed helped as a dark reminder. It hit me. This, this horror, this hill of hideousness, it was me. I should be horrified by this, the carcass I had fashioned, the… monster that I was, I could never hurt someone, I should be sickened, but I wasn 't. I was calm, I was cool, and if anything at all, I was excited. The buzz filled my whole body, from my head to my toes, a feeling anyone would crave. There, in that darkened 12th floor apartment of gore is where my story begins.

I broke into the gun cabinet, grabbed a Winchester .308, loaded it, and moved towards the robber. Although I tried to be as quiet as possible walking towards him, he had heard me and started walking my way. I was going to hide behind the counter but I slowly snuck my way into the clothes rack that was nearby. The robber looked behind the counter, and I was extremely happy I decided to hide somewhere else. He searched around, and seen a worker, grabbed him and demanded that everyone gave up whatever was in there wallet and brought it to the back

I heard the front door open and froze. The footsteps… there was definitely more than one person entering.

She stopped short in front of the familiar wooden door. Raising a hand, she rapped gently three times before unlocking the door and pushing it open. The room was dark, saved for the soft glow of the moonlight that flooded in. The woman looked around the spacious room before her attention finally landed on the lonesome figure in a corner.