| General Fiction posted November 12, 2013 |
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Gangsters in the middle of the night.
The not so Wise Guy
by Ric Myworld
The florescent clock dial read 3:10 am. My head pounded from overindulgence earlier that evening.
Unable to sleep, I turned to the bedside nightstand and flipped the lamp switch. The light came on as the phone rang. I reached to answer it and find out who could be calling me at that hour, just as a rock came crashing through my window, spraying glass all over the bedroom.
Too drowsy and unfocused to be mad, I tried to gather myself for a minute. Then, a knock on the door shook the whole room, and within seconds, it burst open in an explosion of gunshots that stung like raindrops of fire.
"Who are you?" said the big ugly thug. "You had better say something, quick."
"I'm the guy you just shot ten times, hoping to live until breakfast."
"Is your name Carmine?"
"Not today."
"Duh, you must be the wrong guy."
100 Word Story writing prompt entry
The florescent clock dial read 3:10 am. My head pounded from overindulgence earlier that evening.
Unable to sleep, I turned to the bedside nightstand and flipped the lamp switch. The light came on as the phone rang. I reached to answer it and find out who could be calling me at that hour, just as a rock came crashing through my window, spraying glass all over the bedroom.
Too drowsy and unfocused to be mad, I tried to gather myself for a minute. Then, a knock on the door shook the whole room, and within seconds, it burst open in an explosion of gunshots that stung like raindrops of fire.
"Who are you?" said the big ugly thug. "You had better say something, quick."
"I'm the guy you just shot ten times, hoping to live until breakfast."
"Is your name Carmine?"
"Not today."
"Duh, you must be the wrong guy."
Unable to sleep, I turned to the bedside nightstand and flipped the lamp switch. The light came on as the phone rang. I reached to answer it and find out who could be calling me at that hour, just as a rock came crashing through my window, spraying glass all over the bedroom.
Too drowsy and unfocused to be mad, I tried to gather myself for a minute. Then, a knock on the door shook the whole room, and within seconds, it burst open in an explosion of gunshots that stung like raindrops of fire.
"Who are you?" said the big ugly thug. "You had better say something, quick."
"I'm the guy you just shot ten times, hoping to live until breakfast."
"Is your name Carmine?"
"Not today."
"Duh, you must be the wrong guy."
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Writing Prompt Write a story that is between 100 and 150 words. The trick is you must use the following words: breakfast, light, rock, phone, clock |
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Thanks to Michael Whitson for the use of his picture "Broken Window".
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