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Join Date: Jul 2007
Location: Ashington, Northumberland, England
Gender: Male
Posts: 38
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I shoot into the light
Inspired by a Peter Gabreal song called Famil Snapshot, this is the shortest short story i've ever written, about 600 words long. Every other short story I write is like 2,000. It's one of the first short storys i ever wrote. Hope you all like it!
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I Shoot into the Light
By Michael Arnold.
The day has come, I’m going to kill ‘him,’ I’m going to kill him and change things, change everything, change our country. If I work this out right, I’ll not be the one found with the gun in my hands. I’m sitting in the staff room of our Depository building, the diner hall, quietly eating my lunch. I feel happy at what I’m about to do so much my legs begin to swing and move like a child, however, I kicked the rifle case and I withdraw them.
No, I must stay focused.
Inside the case was a Mannlicher-Carcano rifle I had bought from a mail order catalogue, the soon to be most famous rifle in the world. With that rifle, I’m going to kill the bastard.
I allowed to clam myself down, I need to stay focused.
Out of the TV placed high above these empty sets comes the sensationalist news of today’s events. I know now ‘He’ is close, about a mile away at the least. All you people across the land, I’m going to wake up you’re empty shells - I smile, imagining his head exploding as my bullet hits him - I’m going to burn into you’re memory cells.
Then I know, I’ll never be forgotten.
It’s time to go, I pick up the case and head for the door, I can hear some one walking down the hallway, he is coming this way. I ignore him and walk on (I don’t even look at him) to the stairs. Hitting the stairs running, I sprint up and up to the top floor of the building, getting faster and faster, to my position of destiny. I ran down the hallway, the gun case becoming evermore cumbersome the further I went.
At the end of the corridor, I push open a door and I’m there, at my vantage point. I dart over to the window and open up the case, looking out of the window.
The streets are heaving with people, all screaming, and cheering. Soon, they will scream even louder.
I pull the rifle out, unable to hold the adenine from making my hands shiver as I take aim. There they are! The police in front are coming around the corner! The motorcade comes soon after. He is just below me.
Pitiful, everywhere that man goes is news. Why can’t I have that?
I’ve been waiting for this moment.
I’m wiping the sweat from my eyes.
Through the crosshairs, I can see the governor’s car behind the front car, I’m not interested in him.
There he is… the man of the hour.
Sitting at the back of his car… waving at his… my audience.
I aim at him, the crosshairs are now over his head, I can end this now, but I hesitate. I do not do anything but stare at him for a few seconds.
I don’t really hate you.
I don’t care what you do
If it wasn’t you, it would be some one else.
We where made for each other… me and you.
I just want to be some one, I know you want that too.
But, if you live even you learn to take… so I will take you!
Holding my breath… I realise the safety catch…and I pull the trigger, and let the bullet fly.
Ending his life.
All has gone silent as his body hits the floor.
The bells are all broken today; I’ve been here before,
A lonely boy, hiding behind his bedroom door.
My friend has gone home and daddy beat my skin sore.
There is my toy gun on the floor.
Come back, mum and dad.
You where growing apart,
Sitting alone in the park
I’m sad.
I need some attention.
I shoot into the light.
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