04 // Writing Prompts 7 and 8

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7. "Please," He says, "Please don't shoot me for this of all things."

8. I shot her - emptied the entire clip into her body. She never blinked, never flinched, just examined me curiously as he wounds closed.


BONUS: The King now lies on a bed of stone. Without a crown, without a home.

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