Hardships Novels & Stories

He’d leased the place with only one stipulation: he'd be the one to do the upkeep on the yard and the maintenance on the house, because he was picky. Jake pulled into the convenience store, needing to get something to drink and a bag of chips before heading out there. His body screamed for dinner, but it would have to wait. He walked in and grabbed an orange juice and stood in front of the chips, trying to talk himself into a piece of fruit instead. He'd not be fit forever, and keeping himself in the condition he was currently in was taking more and more time in the gym. He growled at himself and reached for a bag of Cheetos, the chips his absolute favorite from childhood.

Tom said suddenly. "What do you mean?" Brenda asked. Those targets? What's special about them? I helped Tom in wiping the blood scattered all over his body. While Brenda is waiting for Tom's explanations. "I realized something while fighting there..." "What is it?" Brenda hissed. "The harder you hit them the tougher they can get. That's why you have to knock them out with just one crash." I was immediately nervous, what should I do? I am not good at using arrows and bows, and my kick isn't that strong to knock the 30 of them.