It Takes a Thief :: Short Stories Stealing Burglary Essays

It Takes a despoilerThe thief moved easy with the long st unity hallway, not making a sound. He virtually clung to the grey walls, just another shadow in the dark. He paused for a moment, stretching every inch of his six foot frame, look and ears straining in the blackness. There it was again, the sound of sandaled feet echoing by means of the hall. Dropping down and touching the floor, he felt vibrations reverberating done the stone. And they were coming closer He swore softly, and looked around quickly. Spotting a door, he hurriedly said a prayer to whatever god was ordain to listen, and he stepped through and through it. He noted that he was in a large, empty candlelit room, but that was all he looked at for a moment. vivacious a sigh of relief, he wiped his brow and pushed back his shoulder distance black hair, revealing a large, pointed ear. Youre getting to old for this Thronn, he utter in the silence. Two hundred days. He was deuce hundred days old. That was reall y nothing but a pinch of salt in the life of an elf, but the constant pressures of his profession was starting to wear on him. Being a thief added a lot of stress to ones life. This ponder especially. Usually, he came out ahead, but not this time. His mouth quirked up in a cynical grin at the though of the mere devil hundred gold that he was getting for this project. Raiding the castle of skipper Paraxel was not his idea of sane, not even his idea of insanity. But, he had compulsory the money at the time. He shook his head angrily and looked up. A lapse like that could easily cost him. Finally, his head clear, he scanned the room. It was big than he had originally thought and, he smiled, it was the very room he was looking for the armory. Cabinets were in numerous places on the floor, and numerous weapons were hanging along the walls. Reaching into his belt pouch, he drew out a schedule that his employer had given him. Hed been told that when he was finished reading it, the weapon that glowed would be the one to take. He looked at the roster with revulsion. He never had liked john very much, even though hed always had a way with it. Suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, a dagger appeared in his right hand.It Takes a Thief Short Stories Stealing Burglary EssaysIt Takes a ThiefThe thief moved late through the long stone hallway, not making a sound. He virtually clung to the grey walls, just another shadow in the dark. He paused for a moment, stretching every inch of his six foot frame, eye and ears straining in the blackness. There it was again, the sound of sandaled feet echoing through the hall. Dropping down and touching the floor, he felt vibrations reverberating through the stone. And they were coming closer He swore softly, and looked around quickly. Spotting a door, he hurriedly said a prayer to whatever god was uncoerced to listen, and he stepped through it. He noted that he was in a large, empty candlelit room, but that was all he looked a t for a moment. suspire a sigh of relief, he wiped his brow and pushed back his shoulder distance black hair, revealing a large, pointed ear. Youre getting to old for this Thronn, he verbalise in the silence. Two hundred years. He was two hundred years old. That was really nothing but a pinch of salt in the life of an elf, but the constant pressures of his profession was starting to wear on him. Being a thief added a lot of stress to ones life. This job especially. Usually, he came out ahead, but not this time. His mouth quirked up in a cynical grin at the though of the mere two hundred gold that he was getting for this job. Raiding the castle of shaper Paraxel was not his idea of sane, not even his idea of insanity. But, he had inevitable the money at the time. He shook his head angrily and looked up. A lapse like that could easily cost him. Finally, his head clear, he scanned the room. It was large than he had originally thought and, he smiled, it was the very room he was lo oking for the armory. Cabinets were in numerous places along the floor, and numerous weapons were hanging along the walls. Reaching into his belt pouch, he drew out a scroll that his employer had given him. Hed been told that when he was finished reading it, the weapon that glowed would be the one to take. He looked at the scroll with revulsion. He never had liked incantation very much, even though hed always had a way with it. Suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, a dagger appeared in his right hand.