I sit there collecting the least amount of dust. As I’m everyone’s favorite spot to step. I’ve been used many times. Over the years I’ve just started to creak. Whether it be a loud creak or a almost silent creak. I’m about 2 feet long and I’m a dark oak slate of wood that sits as a wood panel they use for the floor. I’m not really a living thing but I can feel one’s weight when stepped on and can ...

The bullet connects with his chest. Bullet. He was shot. He fell backwards. Off the cliff. It felt like a slow motion movie, but this wasn’t a movie. He was shot and he’s gone. A gasp escapes my throat followed by a retched scream that travels past my lips. Tears start streaming down my face. They turn towards me. Oh god. I screamed. Before I can comprehend what my actions just cost me they start ...