August 20th, 1955
A thick, treading footstep comes down the stairs, accompanied by the tap of a cane. These steps are the bell tower by which I live; I know the man has just left his room. The footsteps fade, and the heavy oaken door slams shut. I know he won't return for some time, so now is when I must venture out. My plan is nearly complete. I only require a few more materials. Upon exiting my degrading hovel, I see the house is very bare, more so than before. Now only a radio, some newspapers, a carpet roll, and a box of decorations remain. I skitter to the radio, carefully opening he back. It has not been functioning for some time, but it still has all the parts I need. Finally! By tonight, my creation will be complete, and I shall begin my plan of domination's next phase. With my ray, I will be able to take control of this old coot, and using his resources, I can finally get myself a proper workspace. Once that is done, it will simply be a matter of of searching for the people of power and following the same procedure-Hark! The man has returned early, I must fly!
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Random Writing Exercises
Short StoryJust some random things I've written to practice, whether in class or on my own. Bivouac was just a word of the day idea, and The Ballad was just a random metaphor I used to explain something to one of my friends. The last four were timed, so they a...
