“Sorry little brother, but business, is business,” he says as he pulls the trigger, the blast echoes around Timmy’s head for what seems like an eternity, and he falls to his knees, blood quickly forming a thick, sticky puddle beneath him, as that smiling mother fucker looks down at him.
This 50 word story was originally published in issue 311 of Fear In Fear Magazine under the name Don’t Start What You Can’t Finish, and posted here on the 30th of September under the name Sleep, the short was expanded upon the same day, to read the expanded version, you can go HERE.
You’re more than welcome, as always if inspiration hits, to expand the story yourself, all I ask is that you post a link in the comments below so I can showcase it on the blog.
