Sweat ran down his hands as he held the gun with greater force. Trepidation exploded in him like fireworks and the world beneath him shook as he let out a silent cry for help. A cauldron of emotions hit him.
With a sigh, he made his way out of the square room, handing the gun back to the disappointed army officer.
The ball of furnace was almost ready to tiptoe a bit down and whisper to the diappointed young man,
"You destroyed the artist in you for your father's happiness, dont destroy your soul."
But here i questioned, "What soul, sun, what soul?"
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Ashes {100 word Stories}
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