The start of a Heist.
Don't wait for it to happen... stop it before it does.
I wonder what I’m going to get for lunch today.
Wait. What was that?
A man in a black hood. A flash of silver. A sinister smile.
What is he doing? I should probably follow him.
He’s headed towards the Art Museum? Strange. He doesn’t seem like someone who could appreciate art.
Wait… what’s that in his pocket?
Something small and seemingly insignificant was tucked into the man’s pocket, although half of it was hanging out. It gleamed and shined as he walked, flashing in the sunlight.
That seems suspicious.
I have to hurry! He just walked through the doors!
Woah.
These paintings are amazing!
The man seems to be hovering around that specific painting, though.
Maybe I overreacted. Maybe he’s just a normal guy trying to look at some art.
Hang on.
He’s reaching his hand into his pocket…and pulling out a gun!
OH NO!
The man shot a bullet into the air, and a loud bang sounded as it passed through the ceiling.
I have to get out of here!
The exit’s right there! So close…
No!
Who are these other men? They’re blocking the exits!
They look just like the first man… Oh NO.
A Heist!
About the Creator
Jessica Phoenix
"To write well, express yourself like the common people, but think like a wise man." -Aristotle
I'm working on a book that I hope to publish sometime soon- Wish me luck!
I enjoy drawing, reading about Autism, and researching about dogs!
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The plot twists in this story took me by surprise. I never saw them coming!