The door slammed shut as I entered, the lights dimming to barely a speck of light. I caught a gleam in the corner of my eyes and ducked. A knife whizzed just above my head, the blade seemed to slice the air its self. Apparently, it was my turn to die now, but I wouldn't go down without a fight.
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I dived for the cabinet next to my bed and fumbled with the top drawers handle; the man's footsteps were deep and heavy. I threw the top drawer open and fumbled through it for my gun, only to find the cabinet empty. The footsteps ended and I could hear a gun being cocked. My eyes bulged open in shock. I could feel the barrel against the back of my head.
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"Number seventeen," sweat dotted the back of my neck as he spoke, I could recognize the voice, "Dead.”
Author notes
This wasn't based on anything else, just something I threw together for this contest. I might just expand on it though. Only time will tell
A contest entry
- 10 sentances or less ; anything by Melli.
170 points, ended February 15, 2008, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very well written, it flowed nicely! You should have said number 21 since thats the title, but it is your story! You did really great, and good luck!!!!
KEEP WRITING!
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The thing is, I would want person 21 to kill the killer, so I would make it a much longer story. I just gave away the ending, but the real plot still remains a mystery.
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Well written, I found it worth reading. I wish you would have stated more about 'number seventeen' and what it would mean (I did get the idea though) but I do not know the rules to this contest so I cannot critique in that area. I did not see any mistakes so good job!
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Oooooh. Good job, even though it was short, I liked it.
Keep up the good work
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