Hi everyone!
Thanks for stopping by! I’m continuing with my still untitled, unedited WIP. My last two posts have had my hero Hudson’s suicide plans derailed, and instead he finds himself tied to a chair being slowly killed by his enemy from his world. This is a back flash of when he was about to commit suicide.
Time to eat the gun.
He got out of bed and pulled on his boxers. He found it somewhat amusing that he cared if he died with his junk hanging out. Hell, he was about to blow his brains all over the wall—he guessed the least of the worries should be if his cock was exposed. He went to his Louis Vitton duffel bag and pulled out his suicide note and gun he had brought with him.
He looked over his final letter.
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Very sad. I hope things work out better for him.
Realistic six. Sad, but well done.
I can see where he’s coming from. If his head’s going to be splattered everywhere, the rest of him better look good.
Well done six.
Chilling!
Ok….I know that this six is about Hudson wanting to kill himself…but all I can think is that it is so like him to pull a pistol out of a designer bag!
Great six! Chilling, but well-written! I feel sorry for him. However, I do like how he preferred to cover himself up (like it would matter). 🙂 Very enjoyble read!
Yeah, it’s interesting and sometimes pathetic the sort of things you think and care about when you picture the world after you die.