One Shot Writing Novels & Stories

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.

I roll over with the pillow over my head. I toss and turn for hours, and sometime after two in the morning, I sleep. I wake up feeling groggy and decide to take a jog to try to shake the heaviness out of my body. I stay in good shape to fight and earn money. I plan to shoot Frank with my Smith and Wesson .38 Special. Five shots that pack a punch. The gun is small and easy to conceal. If I can’t kill Frank in five shots, it’s because I’m already dead. Really though, I want to beat him to death and listen to him beg while I break every bone in his body.

All of their attention was on the weapon, staring intently as Six picked it up and shouldered it. Nine shook his head. “I can’t believe you still have that.” Six set it back in the case. “You’re still mad I outshot you.” Nine quirked a brow. “Only by fifty meters.” Five let out a chuckle. “Yeah, he’s still mad about it.” “You snipers and your rifles,” One said with a shake of her head. “Sniper? That’s new.” The moment the words were out of my mouth, One and Nine looked my way, while Six buttoned the case back up.