Authors Note:I wrote this piece for our figurative language "unit" in class but I think that it came out really well. Enjoy!
The assassin was like a cat, sneaking across the courtyard
completely unseen to all. When she got
to the building she crept through the doorway like a mouse. Unseen by the sentry who was blinder than a
bat. The old floorboards threatened to
sound an alarm as the assassin slowly crept through the foyer of the house. Her target, who was on the second floor, was
sleeping like a log. Still and
unmoving. After reaching her targets
room the assassin looked out the window.
There the moon was peeking through the clouds and occasionally
illuminating the trees that danced in the slight breeze. It was raining cats and dogs. She hated rain. Back on task the assassin slowly drew her
blade, SSSSSS. Its polished steel
reflecting the moonlight like a mirror. Then
she slew the sleeping someone who said something superfluous. It was done.
The assassin leapt out of the window, as graceful as a swan, and
disappeared like the shadows when the sun would rise the next morning. When the assassin reached his house there was
a stranger outside his house. “Did you
finish the job?” asked the Stranger.
“No, I just crept through his house and leapt out the window for fun,” replied
the assassin who then rudely brushed passed the stranger and into his house.
