Wednesdays Writing Prompt

My Post (1)

“Walk, run, skip for all I care. But, if you don’t leave right now, you have exactly three seconds to live.”

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1 Response to Wednesdays Writing Prompt

  1. rsrook says:

    Reblogged this on The Rookery and commented:
    A Thursday Response to Wednesdays Writing Prompt:


    Shaking hands—a trembling finger
    Resting lightly on the trigger
    A second passes in a hundred years
    Blood-drums pounding in your ears


    Bead of sweat trickling down your brow
    Sneering lips—you’ve got her now
    Heat in your chest a rising fire
    Vicious sensation of vengeful desire


    Eyes open wide and cold with fear
    The face of someone you held dear
    A chance was given—she did not move
    And now you’re left with something to prove.

    Shaking hands—a trembling finger
    Presses lightly on the trigger
    Noise and smoke and shock pulls back
    Eyes clenched shut turns vision black.

    And silence comes, and hovers there
    In tiny whispers a three-word prayer—




    But a deed like that can’t be undone.

    It’s over now, you’ve made your bed.
    The song has ended—the singer’s dead.

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