A Slice of Evil: A Razor-Sharp Short Story
The raucous noise of the gang increased in volume as the group passed by the mouth of the alley. Paul remained completely still until the sound slowly decreased to the point where he knew they were well past him. He took a deep breath of fetid air before peaking around the dumpster. The sidewalk was empty. The chatter of the gang was barely audible.
Paul stepped away from the dumpster, relief flooding over him like a cool breeze. He started out of the alley, but something caught the corner of his vision. There was something odd sticking out of the dumpster – something he had not noticed in his hurry to hide. He ignored the stench and moved closer.
The dumpster lid was closed but sticking out of the front was something that looked like a handle. Paul approached cautiously. He tried to identify what the handle was attached to, but the rest of it was hidden under the dumpster lid. He took the risk to grab the handle. Strangely, whatever it was, it felt natural in his hand – it felt right somehow.
He pulled on the object. He jumped when it screeched against the metal of the lid. His heart pounded in fear that the noise would alert the gang. He waited for what seemed like minutes, but was probably only seconds, before concluding the noise had not revealed his presence. Not wanting to repeat his mistake, he lifted the lid of the dumpster and slowly pulled the object out.
It was a sword.
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Paul stepped away from the dumpster, relief flooding over him like a cool breeze. He started out of the alley, but something caught the corner of his vision. There was something odd sticking out of the dumpster – something he had not noticed in his hurry to hide. He ignored the stench and moved closer.
The dumpster lid was closed but sticking out of the front was something that looked like a handle. Paul approached cautiously. He tried to identify what the handle was attached to, but the rest of it was hidden under the dumpster lid. He took the risk to grab the handle. Strangely, whatever it was, it felt natural in his hand – it felt right somehow.
He pulled on the object. He jumped when it screeched against the metal of the lid. His heart pounded in fear that the noise would alert the gang. He waited for what seemed like minutes, but was probably only seconds, before concluding the noise had not revealed his presence. Not wanting to repeat his mistake, he lifted the lid of the dumpster and slowly pulled the object out.
It was a sword.
A Slice of Evil: A Razor-Sharp Short Story
The raucous noise of the gang increased in volume as the group passed by the mouth of the alley. Paul remained completely still until the sound slowly decreased to the point where he knew they were well past him. He took a deep breath of fetid air before peaking around the dumpster. The sidewalk was empty. The chatter of the gang was barely audible.
Paul stepped away from the dumpster, relief flooding over him like a cool breeze. He started out of the alley, but something caught the corner of his vision. There was something odd sticking out of the dumpster – something he had not noticed in his hurry to hide. He ignored the stench and moved closer.
The dumpster lid was closed but sticking out of the front was something that looked like a handle. Paul approached cautiously. He tried to identify what the handle was attached to, but the rest of it was hidden under the dumpster lid. He took the risk to grab the handle. Strangely, whatever it was, it felt natural in his hand – it felt right somehow.
He pulled on the object. He jumped when it screeched against the metal of the lid. His heart pounded in fear that the noise would alert the gang. He waited for what seemed like minutes, but was probably only seconds, before concluding the noise had not revealed his presence. Not wanting to repeat his mistake, he lifted the lid of the dumpster and slowly pulled the object out.
It was a sword.
Paul stepped away from the dumpster, relief flooding over him like a cool breeze. He started out of the alley, but something caught the corner of his vision. There was something odd sticking out of the dumpster – something he had not noticed in his hurry to hide. He ignored the stench and moved closer.
The dumpster lid was closed but sticking out of the front was something that looked like a handle. Paul approached cautiously. He tried to identify what the handle was attached to, but the rest of it was hidden under the dumpster lid. He took the risk to grab the handle. Strangely, whatever it was, it felt natural in his hand – it felt right somehow.
He pulled on the object. He jumped when it screeched against the metal of the lid. His heart pounded in fear that the noise would alert the gang. He waited for what seemed like minutes, but was probably only seconds, before concluding the noise had not revealed his presence. Not wanting to repeat his mistake, he lifted the lid of the dumpster and slowly pulled the object out.
It was a sword.
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| BN ID: | 2940160978581 |
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| Publisher: | Fear Ink |
| Publication date: | 04/06/2023 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 213 KB |
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