It was dark
The footsteps were heard
He looked squinting
Expecting someone
To emerge from the laneThe footsteps vanished
But nobody came out
A loud gunshot
Was all he heardHe gathered some courage
Moved towards the dark lane
There a man lay dead
A gun still clutched in his hand
Somebody in the shadows moved
And he drew a long breath…..
I just made this all up,my imagination runs wild sometimes.I may or may not complete it.Tell me your views about this anyway.And yes Good Night!
Art is about letting yourimagination run free 🙂
It’s up to you if you feel the need to continue with it 🙂
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It’s just I can’t figure the end yet.
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Maybe it doesn’t need an end…
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Maybe,Maybe not.
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I want to read more! Part 2,3,4,5…. Pleasse
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I never really thought about writing it further.
You sure?You want to read more ?
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