She has been here at least eight times before, judging by the number of past selves in the crowd. She carefully keeps herself out of their sight. They must not know that they will fail. They will find out soon enough.
She lifts her blaster and locks onto her target.
Reb Elkin writes science fiction & fantasy, and is slightly obsessed with time travel.
Bent by years of questing, the lady entered the crypt. She opened the coffin and swiftly slipped the pendant of Osiris around the vampire’s neck.
“Are you here to kill me, Willa?” he asked sadly.
She kissed him, then opened her spellbook.
“No, Stephen, I’m finally here to save you.”
M. Chronister is a long-time writer of all lengths of science fiction and fantasy. While so far unpublished, she persists in creating stories that will please and entertain, and perseveres in submitting them.
Patience. One round, one chance. No errors are allowed. Tranquility. The jarring of the heart’s voice deters and distracts. If you still its wild fluttering, nothing is impossible. Steadfastness. Be ready for the ensuing chaos. It’s time.
The weapon fires; the crowd scatters; the politician falls; the mission is complete.
This Guest Writer story is from Zachary “Nomadic” Williams, who notes that he is not trying to suggest any specific situation or any specific person. He just had assassinations on the brain at the time of writing. At some point or another, don’t we all?