Arash’s “The Dark Knight Story”- skeletal “skulls on Fire” black diamond story

Once upon a time there was a handsome Dark Riding Hood Knight who was loved by almost every one who have known him, but most of all by his mom, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave him a priceless magical amulet, which suited him so well because it lets him talk to animals that he would never have to worry anything else. So he was always called the Dark Riding Hood Knight.

One day he told himself, “Really Really , is there such thing as the lucky decision magical amulet, here is the precious coin. Take it to your battle, they are ill and weak, and it will do them good. Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break your hand, and then your friends will get nothing. And when you go into their room, don’t forget to say, good-morning, and don’t peep into every corner before you do it.”

I will take great care, said Dark Riding Knight to his mother.

The freinds lived out in the woods, half a league from the village, and just as Little Dark Riding Knight entered the wood, a thief spotted him.

Dark Riding Knight did not know what a wicked creature he was, but was not at all afraid of him.

“Good-day, My brother,” said the thief

“Thank you kindly, Mr.Taylor.”

“Where are going so early, Dark Riding Knight (DRK)?” Said the thief

“To my friend’s.” Said the DRK

“What have you got in your pockets?” Said the thief

“Just my wallet. Yesterday was art making-day, so poor friend is to have something good, to make them feel stronger.”

“Where does your Friend live, the Famous Artist Dark Riding Knight ?” Said the thief

“A good quarter of a league farther away the beach. Their house stands infront of the large trees, the resturants are just below. You surely must know it,” DRK.

The thief thought to himself, “What a tender young creature. What a nice plump mouthful, he will be better to eat than the old ladies.

I must act craftily, so as to catch both.” So he walked for a short time by the side of DRK, and then he said, “see Mr.DRK, how pretty the flowers are about here. Why do you not look round. I believe, too, that you do not hear how sweetly the little birds are singing!

You walk gravely along as if you were going to Azkaban, while everything else out here in the wood is merry.”DRK raised his eyes, and when he saw the sunbeams dancing here and there through the trees, and pretty flowers growing everywhere, he thought, suppose I take old ladies a bouquet.

That would please them too. It is so early in the day that I shall still get there in good time. And so he ran from the path into the woods to look for flowers. And whenever he had picked one, he fancied that he saw a still prettier one farther on, and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the woods.

Meanwhile the thief ran straight to the friends’s house and knocked at the door.

“Who is there?” the group of friends asked before answering the door

“Dark Riding Knight,” replied the Thief. He is carring a delivery. Open the door.””Lift the latch,” called out the thief, “I am too weak, and cannot get up.”The thief lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and without saying a word he went straight to a friend’s bed, and devoured him. Then he put on his clothes, dressed himself in his cap, laid himself in bed and drew the curtains.

Our Dark Riding Knight , however, had been running about picking flowers, and when he had gathered so many that he could carry no more, he remembered his friends, and set out on the way to them.

He was surprised to find the cottage-door standing open, and when he went into the room, he had such a strange feeling that he said to himself, oh dear, how uneasy I feel today, and at other times I like being with my friends so much.He called out, “Good morning,” but received no answer. So he went to the bed and drew back the curtains. There lay his friend with his baseball cap pulled far over his face, and looking very strange.”So, What’s up man,” he said, “what big ears you have.”

“The better to hear you with, my child,” was the reply.”

But, his friend, what big eyes you have,” he said.”The better to see you with, my dear.”

“But, brother, what large hands you have.””The better to hug you with.”

“Oh, but, brother, what a terrible big mouth you have.””The better to eat you with.”

And scarcely had the thief said this, than with one bound he was out of bed and murdered up Our Dark Riding Knight.

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Arash has been writing stories ever since he could hold a pencil! What started out as an intrinsic love for storytelling has turned into his lifelong passion. There’s nothing he likes better than writing (and reading) stories that is humorous in English and Persian languages, with a touch of Suspense and a poignant streak of truth running through them. Arash is also a YouTuber, Persian singer/songwriter, blogger, traveler, filmmaker, big dreamer, and professional kabob eater. When he’s not writing or dreaming up new stories, you can find him in an adventure road-tripping to national parks! If you want to see Arash in his element (ranting about stories) check out his YouTube channel.

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