Novel & Cerita One Shot Ideas

Another shot. Time slows.

Athur told me that Junior was the one who got jealous, who treated him like the enemy. “Listen to me.” Viktor grabs me by the shoulders giving me such a fright that my whole body start to shake and darkness closes in on me. This cannot be happening now. “Arthur is a very skilled sniper. He can shoot a grown man and his wife from miles away, through a window, while they are sitting at the dinner table, without any harm coming to the 13-year old girl joining them.

When seen from afar, they shared no difference with a real human being. Etan pulled the trigger and shot precisely between the targets’ eyebrows. Anne was so startled that she let out a high-pitched scream as she covered her ears. Etan continued shooting the moving targets. He fired only one bullet for each target and shot nowhere else but their glabella. His intentions were very clear as he wanted to take the person’s life with just one shot. Anne was horrified as her whole body shivered. She felt like Etan was going to aim his gun and shoot her at the very next second.

They’re low on ammo, I can tell by the way they’re pacing their shots. I pick my target—a big guy barking orders, probably the leader. I aim my gun and without as much as a breath,I fire. The shot catches him in the shoulder, and he staggers, shouting. The others turn, confused, and Zero and Shadow strike, taking out two more.

Total darkness. A single gunshot rang out.

My fingers curled around the trigger. One shot. One chance. I had to make it count, then I pulled the trigger. A single gunshot cracked through the air. Then—BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Three more shots fired from different directions.

Letharia's POV I ran past the sun-struck buildings with a gun in my left hand and a bag of food in the right. I looked past my shoulder to see one man chasing me until his very last breath. I grabbed my gun, turned around, and shot 3 rounds of bullets, each one hitting his chest. I stopped running; I then walked back, taking the camera from my back pocket, taking a picture of the man I killed, innocent or not.

You can't just put in a new one since we need to develop the roll later. "Oh, I still got... 17 shots remaining," said Dorin, looking at the frame indicator. "Can you stand under the sun with the drum?" Seb did as he was asked and gave a drum roll as Seb took some pictures. He focused on Seb's hand as it beat the drum, the sun behind him. "I heard there’s a photo contest after the camp?" he asked Seb. [Yup. 1st place is a high-end twin-lens reflex camera.] wrote his friend, [Reason why I joined.]

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

Every man who has ever touched you. When he finishes writing, he steps back. You hear the click of his phone camera—three shots, four. Documenting you. Marked and bent over his desk like a canvas he intends to repaint. Then the rustle of fabric. His shirt coming off. You try to turn your head, but his palm presses between your shoulder blades, pinning you flat. "Stay." You hear his zipper. The soft thud of his trousers hitting the floor. Then nothing but your own ragged breathing until you feel him—the blunt, naked head of his cock dragging up the seam of your cunt. Gathering wetness. Teasing without entering.