Uncle Billy Narrative

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  • Published: 1 Mar 2017
  • Updated: 1 Mar 2017
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I wrote this for class my sophomore year and just wanted to share it cause...why not. This is a super short story, only like one paragraph.


1. The End

The cabin is finally quiet and everyone's asleep. ‘These fools are going to drop me right when they get a chance.’, the cold wind pushes the door open, sending snow and ice into the already freezing cabin. ‘We're going to die if we stay here, and I'm not going to put my life in these idiots hands’. I wrap my arms around myself tightly in search for food. A sack of bread and apples lay stashed in a corner, partly hidden by a chair, I take it without any second thoughts and leave. The mules, freezing to death seem to speak to me, begging me to take them with me. I head back in, grab a bottle of whiskey I've had my eyes on and leave, towing the poor mules behind me. A couple miles down the road, a gust of wind and snow knocks me off my feet, sending me into a large pile of snow. A chill slithers down my spine, forcing me into a fit of teeth chattering shivers. The mules keep walking, unaware of my absence, and I'm alone in the cold snow which is seeping through my clothes. I open the bottle of whiskey and take a swig. A sense of warmth fills my body for a couple minutes, but slowly drifts away. Soon, I drink the whole bottle, by this time my fingers are sore and my legs won't let me stand. I'm stuck in the snow with a fire roaring inside of me. My eyes get heavy and a blanket of snow covers me, sending me into dreamland when CRACK! I slowly look up and find an officer from poker flat with a gun in my face. I open my mouth but no sound comes out. I looked down at my bottle and back at him, and he pulls the trigger.

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