She stared at him, sprawled in a pool of his own blood. She couldn’t remember why she’d thought it was necessary to shoot him. Had she shot him? There was a gun in her hand  . . .

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “why?”


Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

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  1. The sun had set and the wolves started to howl. The clouds thickened and a light mist had begun to fall. The owls hooted a dark gray melody that set the field mice scurrying. A chill ran up her spine. At that very moment, she woke up with a startle. These nightmares. These torments of the dark. Why?

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