I decide to not jump. My family might want me to live. I turn around. I will avenge them. "Hand over your valuables! Then I will kill you!" A shrill voice screamed. I turn around. There was a young man behind me. I wondered how he got behind me without me noticing, but that's not important. "I-I don't have any." I stanmer. The bandit look unsatisfied. "I am a descendant of Sciron! You will give me your precious possessions!"
"I told you already. I don't have any." I repeat. "Fine. Because you have no valuables at the moment, you shall wash my feet. You will keep your life." The bandit says. He hands me some spray and a cloth. I look over the edge. "Is that a giant turtle?" I ask.
"Yes," the bandit replies. "It's name is Molly the Second."
"Okay then." I say. The bandit sits on a rock. He kicks off his sandals. He has really grubby feet. I'm about to spray them when I feel a sharp pain in my stomach. He kicked me. I stumble over the edge of the cliff. I look down. Molly II has her mouth open, ready to devour me. As I fall, I think of my family. At least I will be joining them. With a smile on my face, I fall into Molly II's mouth.
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Short StoryMeet Emily Willows, new girl at school. She's just an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. But she has a 'few' siblings. 9 others, in fact. Leah, Autumn, Peyton, Bethany, Ayva, Addilyn, Elora, Cordelia and Clover. All girls. And they're decopulets...
