47 bullets. 47 words. 1 Dead.
For Paul and John's 47-Words Short Story Unofficial Challenge.

Eight pistols and 47 bullets,
"Lost my eight-hour sleep for you idiots"
One slot left, one bullet down
No investigations required
I shot 47 in their heads
I didn't need a bullet to my head,
My guilt killed me in the night,
Apparently, I didn't lose sleep.
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I never knew how little number of words can still etch a scar to the mind, 47 words sharp, count it if you want. Don't exile me to the Underworld. Great oppurtunity, now I have +1 piece of writing I'm proud of written :).
Paul and John's 47-Words Short Story Unofficial Challenge.
"Though I dare someone to do that and completely baffle us"
Did I baffle you?
atleast tried :)
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️



Comments (1)
So wait, they interrupted his sleep, so he killed them, and then his guilt killed him? Sorry if I'm wayyyy off 😅😅