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A random story
by Ovwiki

The trickester put icy hands on me, pushing me every time I walked, demanding me to walk faster. I saw his pale white face, and dark brown eyes. He smiled wickedly at me like I was some criminal and he was the policeman. "Walk faster, buster," the trickester demanded. "Before I do something- something to you." He glanced at me, giving me another wicked smile. Ten dollars- gone. I asked my parents for the ten dollar so I could buy them dinner. But before I could think of another troublemaking plan, I had a good idea. The trickester lay his bag down on the green, soft patch of grass. I seized my chance. I quietly unzipped the bag, and I was so nervous that I almost made a sound. The trickester turned around, and glared at me angrily. "Just what do you think you're doing? What are you trying to take out of my bag? Trying to steal money? If you do that, I could tell the police and you could be arrested in no time," the trickester said. "I don't think so," I replied, and glared at him angrily. There was a burning rage of fire that I could feel. "I could report you for fraud, so probably that makes us even." "Not so fast." The trickester raised his leg, and tried a attempted kick at me, and with a whoosh, the leg kicked at thin air. I held his left leg, and grabbed it hard, so he wouldn't squirm free of my grip. I stomped on his leg, and he cried out in enormous pain, and kept yelping until I got my ten dollar note. I took off, but I heard a bit of the trickester's voice. "...get you. ...return!" In fear, I felt as if a bolt of lighting hit me at full force. I had realised that he had said, "I'll get you! I'm not finished off yet! I'll return!" In a flash, I realised I was doomed.

Part Two of Random Stories