Thieves gather in the night, the imposing bank under the night sky, enticed by the legend of a glimmering treasure. The freezing wind whispered across the lonely streets, casting spooky shadows from flickering street lamps.
They manipulated the lock with precision, drawing inspiration from the tales of past masters of the craft . Inside, the air was thick with polished wood and created an aura of both luxury and style.
They moved quietly along the corridors, aware of the security cameras watching them. In sharp contrast to the oncoming peril, priceless items decorated the walls. They arrived at the impregnable vault, sweat flowing, lungs short.
They blew a hole in the vault and came upon the treasure. They gathered the spoils with shaky hands, as alarms pierced the silence, red lights flashed, triumph turned to panic. Shadows provided brief reprieve as they fled, their stolen riches weighing heavy on their backs. As they danced with danger, their hearts were the leading dancer as they left the bank façade in their wake.
The reputation of their daring crime spread through criminal groups, demonstrating the attraction and peril of chasing dreams through shadows. The United California Bank stood silently witnessing their heinous legacy.
About the Creator
Mr. Anderson
The cold north of Sweden has its challenges, but Mr Anderson embraces them with a fierce determination and a sense of joy that is infectious.
I post short storys that i have written as life went by. Some are bad, some are good.


Comments (1)
Very well written, and drew me in. Good luck in the challenge!