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Ninja, Written by Miss A on October 9, 2011




























The ninja crept stealthily across the page, searching for the villain, whom he sensed was near. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” he taunted the enemy who hid. Looking cautiously around the page’s corner for something out of place, his eye caught a man darting between a conjunction and a verb. “Stop!” the ninja bellowed. Then paused. Sneaking toward an “A,” he scaled its wall and perched atop the letter to get a better view of his mysterious evader. No one was visible to his scoping eye. Crouching low, he sprung with his legs across a few, short words and landed on a “T.” Pacing across the thin, black bar, he waited for a figure to emerge among the sentences stacked against each other.

And sure enough, when enough time had passed for his enemy to think all was clear and safe, a miserly figure crawled from the hole of an “O” and lifted his blood red pen to leave his mark. As he pulled off the cap and raised an arm, the ninja swiftly leaped through the air – flying halfway across a half-blank page to land softly on the thin line where his enemy was poised to destroy. Pulling his sword from its sheath, he stood ready to attack. But the wretched, spindly man cowered, dropped his red pen, and turned to run. This time, the ninja was prepared for the flight, casting a long, taut rope into the air, which struck his target and sent him tumbling to the ground. While the enemy tried to regain his senses, our heroic ninja was already binding his wrists behind his back as he whispered scoldingly, “Your mark up days are over, Mr. Sharpie. I’m going to see to it that you never hold a red pen in your cowardly hands ever again.”

– Written by Miss A on October 9, 2011


About 365 Things to Write About

I'm inspired by almost anything and everything creative - nature, architecture, art, words, music...I like to roam along streets, through foreign countries, and within my mind where the world is full of endless possibilities. I dream of being an idealist, but I've experienced too many harsh realities for that wish to ever be true. Therefore, I look for the hope and the good in small nuances, and I express my thoughts and feelings about the world around me on pages and canvases whenever I can.

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  1. Lol! I love the whimsy and the illustration!


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