May held the gun to June\u2019s head. An itch deep beneath her skin begged her to pull the trigger, to end it right here and now. But she had to do it right or it would all be for nothing. \u201cAny last words?\u201d She smirked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll never get away with this,\u201d June said. He was stoic\u2014strangely confident for someone with a gun to their head. Did he know something May didn\u2019t? She doubted herself for the shortest moment in time. Sweat dripped across her brow and she wiped it away. She clenched her teeth, determined.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWatch me.\u201d May pulled the trigger. She\u2019d won and there was nothing he could do about it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She looked June dead in the eye. The seconds ticked past. Seconds turned into minutes, and she was sure those minutes turned into hours. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She waited, and when nothing happened, she said, \u201cJune, I shot you! Play fair!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYeah, but my magic cape makes me immune to bullets.\u201d He flourished his bright-red cape as if that somehow absolved him of cheating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
May bonked him on the head with the butt of the gun. \u201cI\u2019m not gonna play with you if you\u2019re gonna cheat!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
June rubbed his head. He sniffled, his eyes puffy and red. Then he said the two worst words May had ever heard: \u201cI\u2019m telling.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo no no no no no!\u201d May cried. \u201cI\u2019m sorry! I didn\u2019t mean it!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The word started like a lowing\u2014as if June were a cow\u2014and it built into a high-pitched scream. \u201cMoooooom!\u201d He jumped to his feet, his head cradled between both hands. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
May threw herself at him, her arms wrapped around his torso, and tackled him to the ground. He flailed and kicked and wiggled his way free. May grasped his cape and he shrugged out of it. He burst into a run, far out of her reach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt was an accident!\u201d May ran after him. \u201cYou can have the gun now, June! Please! Don\u2019t tell mom!\u201d I\u2019m gonna be in so much trouble! <\/em>she thought. Desperate to stop him at any cost, she threw the gun at him and struck him in the back of the leg.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He let out a ghastly wail, though May knew it didn\u2019t hurt that<\/em> bad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat are you two doing?!\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n Oh no. <\/em>May froze, her eyes wide with fear. The primal terror filled her up, rooting her to the spot like a statue. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Mom was coming. <\/p>\n\n\n\n ___________________ <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" May held the gun to June\u2019s head. An itch deep beneath her skin begged her to pull the trigger, to end it right here and now. But she had to do it right or it would all be for nothing. \u201cAny last words?\u201d She smirked. \u201cYou\u2019ll never get away with this,\u201d June said. He was […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":912,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_regular_price":[],"currency_symbol":[],"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[23,27],"tags":[35,36,34,31],"class_list":["post-423","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-projects","category-shorts","tag-birbchat-prompt","tag-murder","tag-prompt-reply","tag-shorts"],"aioseo_notices":[],"post_slider_layout_featured_media_urls":{"thumbnail":["http:\/\/izzyking.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/Short-Story-Flash-Fiction-Image-1-150x150.png",150,150,true],"post_slider_layout_landscape_large":["http:\/\/izzyking.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/Short-Story-Flash-Fiction-Image-1.png",800,800,false],"post_slider_layout_portrait_large":["http:\/\/izzyking.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/Short-Story-Flash-Fiction-Image-1.png",1080,1080,false],"post_slider_layout_square_large":["http:\/\/izzyking.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/Short-Story-Flash-Fiction-Image-1.png",1080,1080,false],"post_slider_layout_landscape":["http:\/\/izzyking.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/Short-Story-Flash-Fiction-Image-1.png",400,400,false],"post_slider_layout_portrait":["http:\/\/izzyking.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/Short-Story-Flash-Fiction-Image-1.png",600,600,false],"post_slider_layout_square":["http:\/\/izzyking.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/Short-Story-Flash-Fiction-Image-1.png",600,600,false],"full":["http:\/\/izzyking.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/Short-Story-Flash-Fiction-Image-1.png",1080,1080,false]},"jetpack_featured_media_url":"http:\/\/izzyking.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/Short-Story-Flash-Fiction-Image-1.png","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/izzyking.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/423","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/izzyking.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/izzyking.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/izzyking.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/izzyking.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=423"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/izzyking.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/423\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":864,"href":"http:\/\/izzyking.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/423\/revisions\/864"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/izzyking.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/912"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/izzyking.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=423"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/izzyking.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=423"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/izzyking.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=423"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Prompt #1: Kill a character
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