I took a deep breath while looking down the scope.
Target locked, just needed to pull the trigger.
The assignment was like any other, so I wasn't worried.
My target bent down to receive the phone he dropped,
Causing me to halt my actions.
When he stood up, I pulled the trigger a second to late.
He took a step forward allowing the bullet to skim his back as it continued on its path.
I watched in horror as the bullet embedded itself into a little girls chest.
Not just any little girl...
My, little girl.
Her small body fell limp against the ground as her blood began to soak her dress and pool around her.
...My body went numb and I fell back, que
I took a deep breath while looking down the scope.
Target locked, just needed to pull the trigger.
The assignment was like any other, so I wasn't worried.
My target bent down to receive the phone he dropped,
Causing me to halt my actions.
When he stood up, I pulled the trigger a second to late.
He took a step forward allowing the bullet to skim his back as it continued on its path.
I watched in horror as the bullet embedded itself into a little girls chest.
Not just any little girl...
My, little girl.
Her small body fell limp against the ground as her blood began to soak her dress and pool around her.
...My body went numb and I fell back, que
Imagine this.
You're driving down the interstate, right? Wind whistling through your hair, radio going, and all that jazz. So you're in your car, right? Eyes firmly on the road, when all of the sudden this truck up ahead of you turns and jackknifes. Just like that. Right in front of you. For no reason at all. No warning. No signal. No nothing. And you think to yourself, Ah shit, and you forget to hit the brake. You don't hit the brake and you plow right into the motherfucker. You just run right into him. Your chest goes into the steering wheel, your whole body jars and flops and you think, Oh God I'm gonna die.
So after the impact you look
Post-It Notes to Send Back in Time (part 2) by QuirkyCuriousBex, literature
Literature
Post-It Notes to Send Back in Time (part 2)
i.
You own your own body.
Your life is yours.
And don’t let
anyone
ever
tell you otherwise.
ii.
It’s okay to believe in God.
It’s okay not to.
And it’s okay to go back and forth
between the two
because no god worth believing in
would punish you
for doubt or disbelief.
iii.
Learn how to take a compliment.
iv.
Invisibility isn’t so bad.
When people notice you
they scrutinize you.
If they don’t see you
you have ultimate freedom.
So don’t be afraid to hide in that corner.
Own that corner. It’s yours.
v.
Pay no heed to art snobs.
vi.
Don’t be an art snob yourself.
vii
What happened?
I took a deep breath, looking down the scope.
Target locked, just needed to pull the trigger.
The assignment was like any other so I wasn't worried.
My target bent down to retrieve the phone he dropped,
causing me to halt my actions.
When he stood I pulled the trigger a second to late.
He took a step forward allowing the bullet to skim his back as it continued forward.
I watched in horror as the bullet embedded itself into a little girls chest,
and not just any little girl....
My little girl.
Her small body fell limp against the ground as her blood began to soak her dress and pool around her.
My body went numb as I