Okay you know what, screw it. I don't think anyone is reading my stories or voting anymore so forget it. I'm just gonna write for my pleasure because this is taking too long. Vote if you want, I don't really care anymore. Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah/Holidays everyone!
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Science FictionThe cold barrel of the gun presses against my forehead. I would imagine it is cold, anyway; it's a whole 11 degrees below my body temperature. Fear constricts my chest, but then I realize something. I grin. "You wouldn't actually, though. Would you...
