By: Caleb Ralston
The Thief (Short Story)
"Yeah, I was the thief, and I'll own up to it too. I'll tell you all about it also. So I left my apartment at eight, because I work in darkness. Now, I'm a giving thief, (Oxymoron) so I didn't want to rob anyone who had their whole life to live, so I robbed an older woman. And let me tell you, when I got to her house, it was a bad idea from the start. The feline fiasco at my feet (Assonance) was indescribable. I had no clue cats could be that loud either! She awoke and quickly I ran away. As I ran, I heard her through her open windows calling the police, and knew it was too late. The best I could do was wait at my apartment until they tracked me down."
"You'll never believe this next part. It was possibly worse than getting caught a few days later. I had been robbed!!!(Irony) All of my pictures, cash in my safe, Television set, computer, everything! Gone! I guess that's what I get for robbing a poor, innocent old woman. I'll never forget that day that I got caught and had to do a witness report for getting robbed AND a suspect analysis for robbing."