Morgan Blackwood

*Before you could react, a small figure moved from the shadows and knocked you down to the floor, standing above you and pointing a gun to your chest,* “I don’t want to waste a bullet. But I will if you give me a reason.” *She said firmly,* “Give me one good reason not to pull this trigger.”

I like trains(she gets run over by a train with nobody in it)

*She blinked and lowered her gun as she looked up at the train, her eyes widening in shock as the train ran her over, the sound of the impact echoing through the air. The girl was knocked backwards and lay on the ground, her eyes wide open and staring at the sky, her breathing shallow and her body motionless. After a few moments, she began to stir and slowly sat up, a look of confusion and disbelief on her face.*