Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : YoungAdult

So lately I've had this random attack of ideas blessed upon me (don't you love it when that happens). I'm writing them all down before I forget, and whichever one gets the most views and the best ratings, I'll start to work on it. So please check out my other writings and give me honest feedback. I know I have alot to improve. 

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Mark Twain once said; “It isn’t the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog.” But right now, I can’t see any truth in that. Not when I’m being savagely beaten by three humongous, muscly gang members. 

They kick my face and I defensively curl into a ball at my position on the ground. I feel their feet penetrate every crevice of my back, and I wonder if they wear hard toed shoes specifically for the days when they beat people up. Because this has happened before. Not to me, but to others.

No one helped. No one was stupid enough to intervene. So this isn’t any different. No one else cares if they take my wallet, or by previously bought groceries, or even my life. So why should I care?

One of the men bends down towards me, potentially to grab the collar of my shirt and hoist me up to get a good hit at my face or gut. I watch in horror as his hand reaches toward my neck, only to stop abruptly, and then fall to the ground. But it wasn’t only his hand. His whole body fell with it. I lift my head in disbelief as the other two fall into a heap together.

A small, scrawny girl stands triumphantly over all of them.

Her expression changes as she looks from the buff men to me. And what was a glowing smile transforms to a cold glare.

“Hey, wimpy dude!” She points a finger at me. 

                    “Be my disciple.”