Short Story- 219 words.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief as she sank down on the couch. The old, run down motel wasn’t the most comfortable place to hide in, but they weren’t exactly in a position to choose. She looked up to see Joe, her personal bodyguard, hired to make sure no one hurt her in the Witness Protection Program she was inevitably enrolled in after…. After being witness to something horrible never meant for her eyes. Since then, she had been receiving terrible threats and messages from “certain people” and had only just survived a failed murder attempt at her own house.
A week later, she ended up in a run down, crumbling motel in the middle of nowhere with a guy she hardly knew. She sighed and tried to be optimistic. At least, she’s alive. Breathing. And even though Joe was really quiet, he was good at his job. He had taken so many precautions that she was positive that no one had a clue about their location.
“Have you received any more threat messages?” Joe asked silently, sitting across from her on the couch. “No,” she replied. “I think we did it. They can’t hurt me now.”
Joe smiled. “That’s right,” he said. “They can’t.” Then he pulled a gun to her forehead and pulled the trigger.
So, I’m trying my hand at short stories now because I’ve realized recently that I basically suck at writing them (lol). Apparently, my imagination cannot limit itself to a short span of creative writing so I need to work on it and, also, I might get a better grasp on how to come up with and execute plot twists. If you read this, let me know how badly I suck at it and what I need to do in order to make it better.