I utter in the most bored tone,
"Listen, I can spend 5 minutes talking to a walking brick that doesn't give two craps about if I walk out of here alive or lay in here dead; Or, I can pull some bad bitch moves. Your choice."
I smile, knowing I wouldn't let my death be by a man.
"Then I guess you'll lay here dead." He showed his cracked teeth through his vile smile. And I burst into tears from laughing so hard. I can't believe this man was over here looking like Zac Efron with no teeth.
I glance back up to see him look confused. Still laughing, I pull my gun out from the back of my waistband and shoot him in between his eyes without missing a beat.
His body falls to the floor but I'm still laughing as I walk out the door.
As I'm driving back home I'm filled with regret.
Should I have taken a picture and send it to Emily?
Nah. It's not funny anymore.
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By yours truly,
J-Man
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Series of Short Stories
HumorThese Short stories are Humorous, weird, action packed, and maybe a little romantic, they are practices for an actual book I intend on writing. Read for yourself.
