I saw red.
I don't recall even picking me a knife. I don't remember the 5 minutes of my life where I took a life.
I lost it, I saw red, I...I...I killed him. I know I did, I just don't remember it. When I came back to it I was covered in blood, holding the knife that had been plunged into his chest.
It's his fault, he was the one talking shit about my brother. I'm not having him bully the people I care about. I just saw red and wanted him gone. So I did it.
100 words and I hope you enjoyed
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mini saga stories
Non-FictionI wrote a bunch of mini sagas in my English class where it is basically gothic literature but under 100 words and these are some of them you can make requests if you want but I may not get to it so sorry if I don't
