I made this story because of a wierd dream
Your Sword vs. my Dagger
I heard a shriek that would pierce the ears of a deaf man. The noise echoed in my ears for some time before I decided to get up and see about the noise. The tribe was in an upset. They were all scurrying around. They were putting on jackets on and getting guns. The girls were sticking switch-blades in they’re pockets. Why all the trouble? It was just a guy screaming. I mean, it could be anyone. For all we know it could have been the hobo that lives on our street unnoticed. “Hey, Tracy? Why is everyone freaking out? It was just a scream. It could have been anyone.” I asked with confusion. I was tired of all the rush over something that was probably nothing.
“Are you serious That was Tommy’s scream You should know his voice better that anyone’s here ” She said with pure panic. She looked at me with an expression of ‘What the hell’. Tommy? Really? Of all the people to get mugged, or God knows what else, why Tommy? He was my best friend for years. Why did he have to die. Anyone but him. Anyone. Tracy walked off and hurriedly and grabbed a butterfly knife off of the counter. Lane bumped into me but I couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t feel anything. Anything at all. My mind was blank as everything whirled around me. My mind filled with one important question. Who did this to him? When I find the answer to my question I’ll kill the horrible wretch that did this to him. This monster will pay for this. I vow this on my grandmother’s grave.
“Amy come on Get a coat and a knife and let’s go ” It was Lane who was the one yelling at me to hurry up. They all started to file out of the house in a hurried line. “We’re gonna go now. You’ll have to catch up okay?” He said with a worried expression. He was always worried about me. “I’ll be fine. I’ll just catch up with you guys later.” I replied in the calmest voice I could manage. He left without saying another word. Not an ‘okay’ or an ‘bye’. He just left. To go look for my best friend who was probably in horrible shape. If he did survive, he would be mentally scared for life. I stood there expressionless as I thought to myself, ‘maybe he’s dead’. I snapped out of my own terrifying thoughts and grabbed a butterfly knife off of the marble counter. Then I ran to the closet and put on a jacket. All I wanted at this point was to save my friend if I could. I would think about revenge later. I ran out of the door and slammed it behind me, as I ran to find my friends.
Your Sword vs. my Dagger
I heard a shriek that would pierce the ears of a deaf man. The noise echoed in my ears for some time before I decided to get up and see about the noise. The tribe was in an upset. They were all scurrying around. They were putting on jackets on and getting guns. The girls were sticking switch-blades in they’re pockets. Why all the trouble? It was just a guy screaming. I mean, it could be anyone. For all we know it could have been the hobo that lives on our street unnoticed. “Hey, Tracy? Why is everyone freaking out? It was just a scream. It could have been anyone.” I asked with confusion. I was tired of all the rush over something that was probably nothing.
“Are you serious That was Tommy’s scream You should know his voice better that anyone’s here ” She said with pure panic. She looked at me with an expression of ‘What the hell’. Tommy? Really? Of all the people to get mugged, or God knows what else, why Tommy? He was my best friend for years. Why did he have to die. Anyone but him. Anyone. Tracy walked off and hurriedly and grabbed a butterfly knife off of the counter. Lane bumped into me but I couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t feel anything. Anything at all. My mind was blank as everything whirled around me. My mind filled with one important question. Who did this to him? When I find the answer to my question I’ll kill the horrible wretch that did this to him. This monster will pay for this. I vow this on my grandmother’s grave.
“Amy come on Get a coat and a knife and let’s go ” It was Lane who was the one yelling at me to hurry up. They all started to file out of the house in a hurried line. “We’re gonna go now. You’ll have to catch up okay?” He said with a worried expression. He was always worried about me. “I’ll be fine. I’ll just catch up with you guys later.” I replied in the calmest voice I could manage. He left without saying another word. Not an ‘okay’ or an ‘bye’. He just left. To go look for my best friend who was probably in horrible shape. If he did survive, he would be mentally scared for life. I stood there expressionless as I thought to myself, ‘maybe he’s dead’. I snapped out of my own terrifying thoughts and grabbed a butterfly knife off of the marble counter. Then I ran to the closet and put on a jacket. All I wanted at this point was to save my friend if I could. I would think about revenge later. I ran out of the door and slammed it behind me, as I ran to find my friends.
