I had just remembered I had been wanting to post this for a while. In my Honors English class, we each had to write a "microfiction" story. This is pretty much a short story that doesn't really have to make sense. Naturally you guys know what I decided to write about.
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9-3-08
I rolled out of the way of an incoming blast, and fired a blast of my own at a flying chunk of earth. I then charged, attempting a slash with my katana, only to be stopped by my opponent’s. We pushed each other away, as I glanced over to my ally, still encased in his tomb of dirt. I charged again, this time moving back and forth in an attempt to confuse him, but I failed. He knocked me back with a wave of dirt.
“I don’t understand,” I said. “I need to defeat you in order to catch up to my friends. My attacks should be making some headway. So why aren’t they?”
My opponent chuckled. “You haven’t noticed, have you? I know every move you will make before you make it.”
“But how?!” I asked.
“I coulda sworn you were smarter than this,” he said. “We have the same weapons, same armor style, similar abilities, and I know your every move. Isn’t it obvious?” He removed his helmet, revealing an extremely familiar face.
“I AM YOU!”
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Different style than my posts, but W/E.
C&C, anybody?
