100 Word Challenge

I cooked when I was nervous. The smell of freshly baked bread or warm chocolate chip cookies relaxed me. Not anymore. I’ll never be able to cook away the memories of tonight. I crept down the creaky stairs, a small black handgun clutched tightly in my sweaty palm. The sound of my own heartbeat echoed around the high ceilinged wall as I made my way to the door. The body lay next to the river. The once blue water turned a sluggish reddy-pink with blood. I looked down to see the blood on my own hands. My brother’s blood.

3 thoughts on “100 Word Challenge

  1. I really like that this raises so many questions, Emily! I hope you add more to your story. Good work including all the words and weaving such a fine tale.

  2. Hi Emily! I really liked this story! It was very well written and you used the prompt well. I liked how the start seemed very happy though the more I read the more the mood changed. It made me ask questions in my head as well.

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