I’m in the shadows, the one you rarely notice. I provide security. Occasionally I whack a guy. I don’t ask questions. That’s part of the deal.
But my employer has crossed too many lines. I may lose my life, but I must save my soul.
One shot. Bam.
Kevin Myers submitted this story from an undisclosed location. Okay, you win, it’s Ohio.
Richard would have sworn if the rush of the wind wasn’t suffocating him.
Taking that loan was a bad idea, being late on it even worse, and nothing topped getting on their private jet.
He brought his palms together and prayed that he landed on one of their houses.
Dylan S Gonzalez lives in Toronto. He likes writing.
Chester “Chatterbox” Paolo struggled against his bonds. “Let me go! I swear I didn’t say nothin’ to nobody!”
“Tell it to the fishes, rat!” said his assailant, pushing him off the bridge.
Chatterbox plunged. As the icy water filled his lungs, he began to regret his choice of gangster nickname.
Matthew Holman is a student of English Literature who finds it easier to write fifty-word stories than to finish his dissertation.