Sam was fed up with trying to get a job. He had been rejected from all seven places he had been to.
He wasn't dumb yet neither was the rest of the town, meaning that he had to compete with others for a decent job. And so far, he was losing.
Sam decided to start to home as he seemed to be having no luck finding a job anyway and walked through the twists and turns of the street he had grown accustomed to.
Upon walking past a pub he saw previous classmates drinking and stumbling around. Those were the ones who he had lost against.
Turning his head, he continued along the path. A girl brushed past Sam as she walked past, leaving the sweet scent of vanilla behind her.
Sam turned his head, and would probably expect an apology too, but he excused it with the sight of the girl's charming face.
Watching the girl walk in the opposite direction as him, he was about to turn around and continue his journey when he saw the girl slump to the ground.
He rushed towards her. Sam knelt by her and pushed her dark hair back. He was about to ask her if she was okay when he noticed a small dart sticking out of her neck.
He looked around him to see if anyone had seen the events he had. However the streets was eerily empty.
Desperate for some form of help, he looked upwards to see if there was anyone in the windows of the buildings.
There was one. One man. Pointing a gun through a window at Sam.
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"So he's definitely dead."
"As I said the last time, yes." Willow said, in a frustrated tone, "It tends to happen when one has no pulse."
Archie ignored her sarcasm and took a closer look at the body, shot not too recently.
Poor Samuel Harris. He had a whole life ahead of him and it was taken away, just like that.
a/n: This isn't really a novella but more like a start or prologue to a story. I originally made it to help a friend start her own book but she didn't need it in the end. So I decided to post it here.
I might use this in a story later on, but so I don't forget it, I'm gonna leave it here.
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Prompts And Shit
RandomAs described in the title... prompts and shit! (the term "shit" can be taken literally or metaphorically). A small collection of original novelettes/novellas, which didn't seem good enough to be their own story, but seemed too good to not be publis...
