Short stories!

Falling

(A/N: This is a story I did when I was ten years old (studying for an exam) and it's super short (my writing at the time was huge), so it probably sucks. Enjoy anyway!)

The police were almost catching up with us.

My friend Joe and I were robbers, and we had just stolen two famous, probably priceless artefacts from the local museum- the staff of Socrates and Queen Victoria's favourite shoes. We had been planning this theft for decades; nothing, absolutely nothing could go wrong. If we made even the smallest mistake, we could be sent to prison- or worse.

Now, the police were chasing us, turning as red as tomatoes as they blew their silver whistles. "Stop!" they yelled.

"I will politely refuse, suckers!" I shouted back at them.

The items were starting to get heavier. Put of the corner of my eye, I saw a harbour filled with at least a dozen boats. Joe, who was a man of few words, pointed at the boats frantically. "Escape!" 

I nodded and we both sprinted to the deserted harbour. Without bothering to look back at them, we grabbed one of the boats and loaded our goods into them.

Suddenly, we heard a shout. "Stop! In the name of justice, I demand you to stop!"

A short, slightly pudgy policeman was running (if you could call it that) towards us. We ignored him and lushed the boat into the crystal-clear water. Feeling mischievous, I stuck my tongue out at the police officer, who screamed furiously in return.

We had been rowing the boat for abiut ten minutes wephen we saw miniscule ripples in the water. We looked behind us and saw that the policeman was following us in a small black fishing boat.

"Oh no." I muttered.

Nothing was going to plan and of course, we had no back-up, meaning we would have to do what we usually did: improvise. Soon, we began to speed up, slowly at first, then a bit faster, until we couldn't control the boat.

"What's happening?" I asked in fright.

Joe suddenly hit his head with his giant fist. "Waterfall ahead."

After around two painful minutes, we came close to the edge of the river, and I gathered enough courage to peer down. I gulped. Water cascaded down the cliff as if something was pushing it, flrcing it over the edge.

Razor sharp rocks were strewn across the water, like hey were waiting for us to fall onto them. Around the waterfall, the water flowed energetically, reflecting the boiling sun's rays. I was so buried in my own thoughts that I hadn't realised we were about to fall.

A sudden thought occured to me, and I turned to Joe and yelled, "We're about to die, sp you should know this: I used your toothbrush to wipe the floor!"

Joe glared at me in shock and anger. "What? You-"

But the rest of his words were lost as we catapulted over the edge of the cliff into the water below.