D.W.P 20 The Final Choice

August 1

Prompt: At the last second your character pulls/does not pull the trigger?

*Note- So this will indeed be my last Daily Writing Prompt for a while. I’m sure I shall post up random ones here and there when I need a small break, but other than that this will be it. This has been great fun writing these and I’m glad for those of you who have been reading them and enjoying them. This has gotten me back into the habit of writing and has helped me come to terms with many things. Well, Allons-y!

“You can’t do this. You shouldn’t do this!” the man thought to himself.

He rested his arm and paced the rotting floor once more. The room was filled with light, but not pure white light that one would expect from a clear afternoon day, but the kind of light that seemed dimmed, dirtied almost.

Nothing about his day had gone right, and if he was being honest with himself, nothing about his whole life had gone right for several years. Everything he did, attempted, all of it was for naught.

He tried to stand back up, but life kept knocking him down and he was tired of standing with broken legs and torn up hands.

“I’ve gotten nowhere with this and it’s caused nothing but trouble and misery!” the more rational part of his mind screamed.

He lifted his arm once more, holding it for several minutes before letting it fall back down to his side once more.

“Just don’t do this. All that work! All that time! It doesn’t make sense for you to throw it all away now. Please, you can’t.” the more sentimental part of his mind argued.

Swiftly he turned on the machine and watched the prompter’s steady beat, mocking him. It mocked him with what he has accomplished, telling him it was no good and it mocked by what he had yet to finish, telling him that he wasn’t good enough, never had been good enough to finish.

He pushed away from the screen once more rubbing his left temple with his free hand. This had taken years and years of his life. He had given up everything for this project and it had gotten him nothing. No friends, no love, no life, no career, no happiness, nothing!

This was the time to end it. Now, before he didn’t have himself anymore either. This was it, he knew it was time. He had to do this. None of this meant anything to him anymore other than pain.

Standing alone in the small room, wearing just blue boxers and a grey t-shirt, the voices of the souls he would never get the chance to complete, who would never truly come into existence screamed throughout his skull. He didn’t know how to help them, he thought he could do it, but nothing he ever tried worked. He had always been doomed to fail them all.

He raised his arm and with the prompter still blinking rapidly at him, he aimed and pulled the trigger. The sound resonated throughout the room and all that was left was a man and a shattered computer screen that no longer held the words to taunt him. The light that filtered into the room never did seem to brighten, even after the voices were gone.

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Author: FountainPenHandwriting

I love to read, watch tv, write, play sports, listen to music. I'm pretty much an average person. I have an insanely large family, but I love them all. I started this blog to get me back into the habit of writing everyday which I stopped doing for many different reasons. I do try to live up to what I tell people and what I project into the world. I can't promise to be interesting, funny, or, yes, even creative, but here we go anyway.

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