One Shot Writing Novels & Stories

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.

Assuming Carson did what Doc Fox expected, return to Grothman with all his intel. Traitorous bastard. I get that he is mentally screwed up right now, but I hope he takes a bullet or more tonight. He may get his throat slit since the Blood Queen is trailing him. He’d deserve as much. I spot some men aiming for Weston’s back and take them out. Bang! Bang! Brain matter everywhere with two shots. Sidhe has as saying, ‘One Shot. One Kill.’ So, I stick with that. I won’t fire a round endless I have a clear shot.

The second one responded, “This tactic in the dark… It’s Uno’s signature.” “Uno? I thought no one has ever seen him?” a rookie, I assume, asks. “Wrong,” I decided to cut off their conversation, feeling the high of the night through my veins. “It’s not that no one sees me.” They looked up in my direction with eyes wide in fear. I pointed my gun at them and said, “It’s that no one lives to tell once they see me.” With a pull of the trigger, I shot the three of them… one bullet piercing their skulls in a straight line.

“It can be a single word, a phrase, a terrible drawing. The point is that it’s real.” The silence that followed was dense and meaningful. Each of them got lost in their own thoughts, pens moving across the paper in different rhythms. Maeve wrote without overthinking, letting her hand move before her mind could edit. When she finished, she folded the paper without rereading it—some things lose their power when revisited. They didn’t set an order. Simply, when it felt right, they approached the bonfire one by one. Zion went first, tossing his paper into the flames with a nervous smile.

She succeeded in getting the car door opened. As she unlocked it and was about to get in, the sound of a gun rang twice. Maya froze as her blood ran cold. Maya looked down at her stomach and found herself bleeding. She had been shot. She slowly turned back and found Fiona holding the smoky gun with a grin spread across her battered face. “You think you’re so smart, huh?” Fiona yelled as Maya’s body collided with the ground. Blood poured out of her body nonstop as she dropped to the ground, and a tear left her eyes. Her hand tightened on her gunshot wound while she stared up at the scorching sun, hoping for some miracle.

Security helps ward off the crowd as I place a protective around her waist The action causes a small uproar and more reporters try to break through the security. A security pulls out a gun and points it in the air. My hands fly to Stephanie’s ears to protect it from the blast. Two gunshots ring through the air causing utter silence for a few seconds before a scream is heard. It came from Stephanie. “For Chrissakes!” I cuss. “Come on, let’s go” I lead her through the crowd as fast as I can. Successfully entering the place were the event was taking place.

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn. I had misunderstood you. I couldn't marry you in this life, but if there's a next life, I'll marry you as soon as I can." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us from when we were together. Through her tears, she said, "It's okay. I’ll never forget you. In the next life, I'll wait for you to marry me." Now free of attachments, I felt lighter. Slowly, I began to lose control over my form, and I realized my time in this world had come to an end. For the first time, I felt true peace. It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey.

His blue eyes, devoid of all emotion, were calm and sharp. His arm extended over the car and absorbed the recoil with each shot, bouncing slightly upward. Bang! After firing one shot and letting his arm bounce slightly, his arm would extend straight again to pull the trigger. The rhythm with which he fired the .44 caliber—a gun that would typically wreck one's wrist if used one-handed just to look cool—was truly artistic.

With great force, I push it down, and it both have a grip on it as we struggle between our bodies. Then… One single shot goes off… And my body has gone limp…

I only had one shot. One. Any slower, and Lucia’s throat would be carved open. Any faster, and I’d miss. “Okay,” I said, letting my voice crack, just a little. “Okay.” I slowly began to lower the gun, tilting it down just enough to make him believe I was giving up. I watched his eyes flick to the weapon, watched his stance shift in anticipation. Right there. That’s where he fucked up. I raised the barrel in one fluid motion and fired.