good tales everyone.

The window slid open with ease, only making the slightest noise of wood skidding against wood. It sounded like an avalanche to the man opening it though, he winced. He waited a second to listen for any response and then shook the spooks out of his head and slipped, with a small measure of grace, through the window and onto the kitchen counter. It was an easy fit for his wiry figure and he plopped down on the floor with ease. Taking a moment to gather his bearings on the old kitchen he did his best to remember what he had seen earlier that day, and made his way for the living room, feeling with his feet and running his gloved hand along the counter. Finally the tile floor gave way to carpet and the counter to a partial wall. Sliding through the archway into the living room he just had to follow the blue light on his target and then he’d be done and could leave. As he reached the black box with the blue light he pulled out his little flashlight and begun unplugging cords and packing them, along with the Playstation 3, into his bag he had brought. He was just shrugging the messenger bag onto his shoulders when he heard the squeak of the stairs, and he froze.

These damn stairs are going to wake everyone up she thought, all she wanted was to get out and have some fun with her friends. They should be waiting outside by now, she just needed to grab some liquor from her dad’s bar fridge in the living room and she’d be good to go. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she stopped to listen if anyone had stirred from her creaky decent. Silence. Good she thought with a smile as she made her way now towards the living room to grab some vodka and maybe a beer for the night. As she passed the den and was about to enter the living room she heard a shuffle and something that sounded like a window closing, it came from the kitchen. She quickly turned on the living room light as it was the closest and peered towards the arch heading into the kitchen, nothing. Sighing deeply she made her way over and grabber the vodka and a beer. Turning she was about to shut off the light and head out the back door when she noticed the PS3 was gone, in its place was a book. She felt suddenly ill and grabbed her cell phone to call 911.

The PS3 didn’t really matter to him much, but it would make up for some of the money he owed. The book had been an after thought, and he almost hadn’t left it at all in his panic to get out before he was discovered. It was a good book though, much better than playing stupid games. He smiled as he got into his car and drove away.

The End.

That took all of 10min, hope it kills at least 2 or 3 for ya. It’d actually be good if I had some rum right about now. alas the hotel I’m in is no where near a liquor store, and I’m feeling lazy…

sorry i didnt see you this christmas i was crazy sick and sleeping most of it. im leaving tomorrow morning.

As well, this friend who once woke up another friend by punching him in the head because the friend was fucking another friend who was that friend’s wife, well the ex-wife and her new boyfriend were at the shag last night holdin hands and pissin off the ex-husband so he wings a beer bottle at them but he missed and then just people kept ‘em separated and the dude got kicked out for getting a beer bottle chucked at him. Drama!