The shortest, most out-of-pocket prompt I think I've done in a while.
TW: Blood
My shoes slapped against the wet pavement as I ran for my life. Several thugs chased after me, thirsting for my blood. I had pleaded with them to give me more time, but they had refused. Their boss Slim Jim had slipped his hand into his pocket when I understood what was about to happen and ran. Bullets had ricocheted all around, but none had hit me.
The pounding rain forced itself into my eyes, temporarily blinding me. I couldn't stop to regain my senses, however; the gang was still hot on my tail and gaining, guns pointed at me as they spat profanities at me.
All of a sudden, a shot rang out and a fiery sensation stabbed through my leg. It burned as if it would never be put out, not even if it rained for a thousand years. A cry of pain slipped from my lips as I held my hand against the wound. It came away sticky with blood.
I stumbled away from them, silently screaming internally. The fire was almost too much to bear. There was little to no chance I would make it out alive, but there was a store across the street. Maybe I would be able to lock myself in and call an ambulance or find a first aid kit or something.
I was too focused on the dim lights in front of me to notice the blindingly bright headlights approaching me. The immediate impact at least quenched the pain.
All of it.
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Miscellaneous Prompts
RandomJust some prompts that I make occasionally when I'm bored or when there's a competition. They will generally be short or even not be named at all (although I will try and think of an adequate name for them). Some of them, at the time of publishing...