December 2010
11 posts
13 hours of sleep and this is all I could remember
I was a small asian boy with my parents and we were part of a terrorist organization. Our mission was to destroy an ancient piece of jewelry (reason unknown) in this famous New York museum. We were on the top floor. The afternoon sun was flooding the room. In the middle of the room was my prize. In the middle of the case, a small necklace which resembled foreign turmoil lay resting on a small...
