Creative Writing: The Sniper

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“That is very true.” She replied to his comment about people fearing what they don’t understand. She closed her eyes as a soft sigh escaped her lips. Remembering what her mother told her over and over again. Gothel often told the young Rapunzel that the world was full of cruel people that would only want to use her, that it was better to stay with her. Rapunzel wanted to make that decision for herself, after all she had the right to do so. Her mother on the other hand wasn’t going to make that easy for her. She kept all the doors and windows locked. She feared she was never going to be able to leave the apartment she shared with Gothel. One night she did with the help of none other than a thief. One that went by the name Flynn Ryder. A slight smile crept its way on to her face, her eyes slowly opening as she stepped inside the small caravan that she assumed served as his workshop and possible home. “Very homey.” She stated in a soft voice, her head turning to look at Clopin. “Though it is a bit tiny. Though I guess it really doesn’t have to be that big.” She turned her head from him, her eyes scanned the new surrounding around her. “After all I assume it's only you that stay’s here? Which would mean you really don’t need a big space.” She tilted her head off to the side and ventured more into it. She only came to a stop when he motioned for her to take a seat. …show more content…

“Alright, thank you.” She spoke in a soft voice. Taking a seat on one of the pillows that served as Clopin’s couch. It was surprisingly comfortable, and nothing like she would have suspected it to be. Turning her head to the side she glanced down at the paints that covered the table beside her. A light smile quickly spread across her face. “You have an awful lot of colors” she spoke. Her gaze shifting to look at

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