The tiny man fought long and hard. Dashing side to side, finding knives to throw, yet not inflicting a single scratch. Stepping back to find a new way to attack, he inspected the giant before him. It was an enormous metal fighter that had been created by The Company. It was bland in colour like the rest of the world. There were missile launchers by its long metallic face. A gaping hole consumed its right hand. Its suspected to be a laser cannon that could disintegrate whole planets on full power. Large metal sheets provided protection for the inner workings of the machine. Bingo. Somehow find a way under the armor between his shoulders.
The brave warrior sprinted to the robot. He turned and pivoted, avoiding bullets and crushing hands. Then, he leaped. When he caught onto the bars encasing its ankle, he began to climb. All the while, the giant robot was thrashing about, attempting to throw him off of each piece of armor he touched. The warrior scaled the metal man as fast as he could, until he reached his goal spot. Pulling out a knife, he pried the metal open to expose wires and manual control buttons. There were only two buttons: instant death mode and self-destruct. He considered his chances of survival. Is he fighting for the world or himself? Does he want to survive or make sure this robot is terminated? He had helped this revolution from the ground up and he really wished to see the end, but he also knew the consequences of not finishing this task. Sucking in a deep breath, he pushed the self-destruct button.
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My Short Stories
Short StoryJust a collection of short stories that I wrote in Comp class. Out of all the stuff I've published, read this. I'm actually proud of some of the things in here.
