Thief

Did you know that I’m a thief?

A real thief, like one who steals and stuff. You didn’t know that, did you?

I didn’t steal for you. I stole for me, myself and I. To prove to you that I can do things without needing your permission. I didn’t do anything to be trapped in your prison, did I? Now I did something to be trapped someplace. Someplace nicer, someplace clearer in vision and hope and someplace without your consent.

If you didn’t get the invite to my house warming party, pardon the delay. Or no- wait for a second, you aren’t even invited! Such a funny coincidence, don’t you think? The fact that I will be having fun with my friends and you won’t.

Oh, what a turn of the tides. What a turn indeed.

I’ll still send the invite but not with a “YOU’RE INVITED TO… ” instead there will be an “I’M SORRY BUT YOU’VE BEEN REJECTED…”. You did that in 3rd grade, remember? Sent it to my friend and me, thinking, “I’m so clever”.

Hehe, karma my friend, karma.

The fact is; what did I steal? The watch I gave you for your birthday? A napkin or maybe, a fork? No, I’m not that petty. I wouldn’t take your grandmother’s almost ancient cutlery. She was the only person in your family that even liked me.

I stole something magnificent. Something so unimaginable, so out there! I’m really proud of myself, just in case you didn’t know. I could go on and on about it.

As I sit here eating this food, which I cooked, I’m fumbling over a sealed envelope. I remember the last line so simply.

Yesterday I stole a colour from the rainbow. Now, I’m part of your world forever.


By P.J.

I’m attempting some prompts and taking a break from story series.

If you have any prompt suggestions, feel free to write them in the comment section. I’ll tag you in the post, if I do it. Which is likely.

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  1. Hey PJ! By the way, would you like to be called PJ or sumn else? Anyways, I feel like I’ve seen this piece somewhere…and I also did adore the last sentence and I still do…

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      1. Hmmm I feel if you want to make is more eerie, it’d have to concern children (as the killers). Or the setting can take place at somewhere unusual or unexpected like the dressing room of a mall for example. I don’t know; you do you. As long as you do you, it’s going to be awesome 😅😄

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      2. OH, I’ve read a book with this sort of scenario. It’s called The Women of Baker Street by Michelle Birkby, technically Sherlock Holmes AU but has the eerie effect. I have a friend who always tells me, “Weird is your area, write something!!!”. I think it’s about time I listened to her.

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