One shot
He opened the creaky door and stepped on to the leaf covered roof. Looking around, he walked silently to a side of the roof.
He dropped his suitcase lightly on the red bricked building. He turned the knobs, and the suitcase let out a soft gasp.
He quickly put the instrument together, mindful of the time. He set the instrument down on the edge of the roof. Then he waited.
Until....
Quick as a shot, he pressed the trigger.
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Short stories
Randomwhen i realised that using notes app doesnt automatically save it to your phone, i decided to write them here. i still lost alot of good plots, characters and stories. RIP.
