User:Ovwiki

A random story
by Ovwiki

Along the footpath, there lay an orphan with dusty old brown clothes, some old food and a few dollars and cents that was in his bag, gleaming in the dark night sky. I had nothing to do but see the orphan laying down on the footpath. I grabbed some money from my pocket, unzipped his bag, and put ten dollars in, and that was enough money he needed to have. I just didn't have feelings for myself. I had feelings for other people, people in need. A slight smile spread from the orphan's face. I glared at him angrily. "Give me back my money!" I demanded. He just smiled more wickedly. "Give me back my money!!" I demanded again, going furious and red in the face. "Why should I? You're the one who fell for the trick! Every time I see someone, that happens! Oh, honestly, that's the best trick I've played on anybody. Firstly, you're not telling anyone. I'll hold you hostage until the day you escape," the trickest laughed uncontrollably. Oh no, I thought. He was going to hold me hostage until the day I escape? This trickster, pretended he had no home, but the reason he did that is to get richer by forcing people to give him money. Well, here I am, held hostage, until I find a way to escape. Did he mean that he wouldn't attempt to stop me from escaping? Crazy thoughts lurked into my mind. I felt dizzy, and wanted to go home. I felt like I was drunk, and just arrived from a party. I felt like puking all over him, for a good, proper payback. I just felt like going home. I stood up, walked away, but cold, icy hands stopped me from going anywhere. "You're not going anywhere," the trickster said. "Nothing will stop me from stopping you escape." So, he was attempting to stop me from escaping. A trickster's job would be easy, just tricking people and pulling pranks causing mayhem. I was trapped. Nowhere to go. I wondered what I would be doing in the future, thanks to the trickester.

Part 1 of Random Stories