He swallowed hard, the gun pressed to his forehead. But as a last resort, desperately stalling for time, he asked, "Since I'm good as dead anyway, tell me: why are you doing this?"
She said nothing in return, only smiled and pulled the trigger.
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Writing Prompts
General FictionHere are a collection of writing prompts designed by yours truly or taken from the internet. Knock yourselves out.
