No prompt used.
Shade knew how to deal with life — especially life that was trying not to get snuffed out when it was supposed to be.
Her dagger glistened with poison. That would get the job done in case something went wrong.
Silent as a predator in the night, she crept closer.
Today would be another payday.
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N. WS. Jokela, more commonly known as WindySilver, is a Finnish IT student and a hobbyist artist fighting a war against procrastination on the losing side. When her free time is not taken up by things like reading, procrastination, video games, watching series or more procrastination, she mainly writes sci-fi fanfiction and original flash fiction of various genres. While she dabbles in a lot of things ranging from digital art to jewelry to plants to whatever catches her interest, writing is her persistent forte.
You should not give her yet another crazy flash fiction challenge to take part in because she simply cannot say "no" to it.
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