Short Stories

Life on the Streets Part 1

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Just a short thing I need to say. If you think I should make a book from any of my short stories, please say so. Or at least if I should make a part 2 :)

She held me tight in her arms before running off once again, the revolver held in her palm. Gun shots rung in the alleyway and I snuck away, keeping to the shadows with my hoodie on. My own defence, a dagger, was hidden away in my belt, easy access for when I need to use it.

The smell of newly made bread came from the streets beyond which drew me in. Sticking to the darkness, I gradually got closer to the stall selling the fresh bread. The owner of the stall was occupied with trying to light a cigarette, so I took my chances and snatched a couple.

Obviously, the owner wasn't stupid and had seen my thievery, shouting profanity as I ran away as fast as I could. This part of the city wasn't very popular, so getting away with anything was quite simple. Hiding in another alleyway, I checked over my rewards, making sure they're okay to eat.

Just before I was able to savour a bite, nearby gunshots interrupted. Quickly jumping to my feet, I stared down the alley I'd taken shelter in. A few more gunshots echoed from the shadows and I bolted out of there, accidentally dropping one of the two breads.

Satisfied voices and laughter disappeared behind me as I continued my run. Grasping the last bread I had in my hoodie, I climbed up a ladder that lead to an empty roof. Kicking the ladder off, I sat down, exhausted.

Disappointed that I had lost one of my meals, I began to eat. Gazing down from the roof, more 'freaks' like me were struggling to survive in the darkness. Something soft bumped into my back and I instantly and instinctively unsheathed my dagger, slightly cutting the creature.

Focusing on my companion, I realised it was only a black cat and was taken aback. My dagger had made a small scratch on its nose but the cat only mewled, ignoring the attack and stared longingly at my bread. Feeling bad for the sudden lash out, I ripped a small piece of my bread off and handed it to the skinny creature.

It let out a raspy purr and eagerly devoured it.

(This is incomplete. If you would wish for the continuation, please vote or tell me. Thank you)