Gory snippet

Good morning! I have been wanting to hone from scene making skills, and this one is a pretty dark one. I have skirted around writing violence in a lot of my writing for years because I felt like people would think I’m not Godly enough, but I figured, a good writer needs to be proficient in most (really, every) type of scene. So, please enjoy!

The gun felt so heavy in my hands. Like a lead block, or a big rock. The decision to kill him was even heavier. He sat in the recliner — a warm smile on his lips. My tears fell form my reluctant eyes. His hand touches the gun and I cry even harder. He pulls it towards his forehead, mouthing out its okay over and over. Loud thumps come from the front door. Was it the police? The FBI? I didn’t know. I could only cry as we both touched the trigger and then, a flash. Blood leaked from his head in one, pink stream. This should’ve made me feel at peace. He’s dead now. All it did was make me feel worse.

Hi! If you like this post, check out my first post about why I started this blogging journey. :D

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