Creative Writing On Daytime

Daytime. The time of day I hate most is here. I never liked being outside the clocktower during daytime. Mainly because I don’t like the way our world looks during the day. Think about it: We almost always have clouds hanging around in the sky, smog is being pumped into the air fir most of the day, and the sun is trying so hard to get through all the mess. It’s not, pretty I’ll tell you that much. An orange-grey sky with a dull orangish-red glow isn’t as beautiful as you would think. It’s yucky and ugly. Another reason I hate being out during the day is because you can’t really steal anything without being a giant red flag to the guards. Unless you’re creative enough and make a decent distraction.

Right now, I’m sitting on my window sill, both my hindhooves pressing against the right side of the window frame, and both my forehooves …show more content…
And boy is this place ever busy. It usually is. I pass the shouting vendors, trying to sell their for sale stuff, while the crowd of buyers are talking over each other to get a good deal on whatever is being sold. I admit, you can get some pretty decent stuff here if you know where to look. But only if you have the bits. If you don’t, good luck coming back with something.

At one point, a vendor grabs me and yells, “Do you want to buy fresh pasta? It was just made not too long ago! Yep, really fresh!”

I shove him off of me and say, “No. If you eve put your hooves on me again, you’ll live to regret it.” He didn’t say anything afterward.

When I got to the end of the marketplace, there is this stall, not accompanied by anypony. I see a chest of some sorts. Should I do it? Take the risk? Then again it would be going against my code as a thief.

I slink my way to it, and picklock it. Then…click. I open it and find a silver necklace. Better than nothing. I put it in my pocket, close the chest, and peek over the stall. Nopony in sight. Hm, maybe I can grow a liking to thieving in broad