It all started with a stolen loaf of bread. I didn't mean to steal it but I had gone two days without food and my sister is getting weak from hunger. My sister is the real reason behind me deciding to steal the bread. I can't lose my sister. She's my one link to my mother. Beautiful mother, she left this world too soon, leaving me and Diane to survive in this cruel world.
I opened the bakery's door gently. There was bread lined up against the counter ready to be sold tomorrow.
The bread's aroma wafted into my nose and I inhaled deeply. I quicken my pace. I can't wait to see the overjoyed look on Diane's face when she sees this! I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I didn't notice the watchdog sleeping near the bakery's door. I tripped over him and he woke up. He was big and black with the sharpest fangs I have ever saw on a dog. I gulped. The dog didn't look like anything that can be messed with. Then all hell broke loose when the dog began barking.
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Story of a Thief
FantasyArietta's life turned upside down when her mother died and left her to fend for her sister from hunger and the clutches of her drunk father. She loses her memory, winding up as a palace servant. She slowly recovers her memory while she discovers the...
