One Minute Story

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

I wrote this in a bad mood. It's definitely not one of my better ones, but... Shoutout to Joe Sturt, Oleg Roschin, and Dr. Acula for commenting on my last story.

Submitted: October 04, 2017

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Submitted: October 04, 2017



I ran. I didn't know what from, but I ran. By my side was one of the last of my friends alive, Neil. He was one of the only people I could have trusted in this dire of a situation. There had been multiple stabbings in at least two minutes. The school was no longer safe. We ran and hid under the stairs, breathing quickly and heavily. I looked over to my friend, who had a smug smile on his face.

"That was close," Neil exhaled.

"Yeah," I agreed. "I'm glad I'm not dead yet..."

Neil laughed. "Yet..." he repeated, pulling out a bloody knife. I panicked. I delivered a quick blow to the right side of his face as he managed to stab me right in the gut.

I almost couldn't believe that he'd done it. He wasn't my best friend, but at least he was something... Emphasis on the "was".

He had a bleeding nose and I had an entire stab wound.

"Why, you..." he managed angrily, almost in a deranged tone.

He went to stab me again when he stopped dead in his tracks. Almost literally. He fell to the ground, a pencil un-fatally stabbed through his back. He screamed.

"Oh, you poor baby," I remarked as I looked up. Three of my friends were standing there triumphantly. My real friends. They had saved my life. I was wounded badly, but I knew it would heal fast.

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