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Short Story

Inktober, mainly doing from the 9th to the 28th, but if there's time, I'll try to write the others as well.

4. Dodge

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by staypricots

by staypricots

(PARKOUR! *epic random jumping around*)

"Don't move. Do you want to get your head chopped off?"

I mouthed "no" silently, afraid to move.

He nodded, pulled out his knives, and began to aim. I stood as still as I could, but it was difficult, as I was shaking.

He threw the knife, and it was like magic. It was in his hand, then it wasn't.

I dared to look up, and I saw the dagger's hilt sticking out above my head.

"When I say go, you move to the right. Okay?"

"Okay."

...

"Go."

I took a step to my right, and a thunk sounded to my left. There was the knife, lodged ever so slightly into the wooden board where I was standing.