Rebirthing was always the best part. He strutted around his secluded home, walking in his new body. The dying part, well, that left something to be desired. A lot less pain, for starters.
But being virtually immortal, who was he to complain?
Once he was settled in again, he set to work for the nth time. He adapted his hand drawn maps, revised the list of tools he would need, and set to repairing his coffee machine. Even the immortal need fuel.
Eventually, he sighed and looked over his work proudly. He was ready to restart his heist. Hopefully without getting killed this time.
His hopes weren't high after the last 99 deaths.
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Tiny Stories
Short StoryA collection of 100 word stories, based on two prompt list challenges. The first 100 stories will be based on general themes, the last 100 will be based on a list of 100 emotions. *COMPLETED*
