Five Sentence Fiction – Silver

Five Sentence Fiction


The scratching at the door hadn’t stopped. I shot it 6 times, emptying the revolver. SIX TIMES!

My eyes got huge and I held my breath when I figured it out. Those bullets weren’t silver.


Author’s Notes

Silver. In mid-December. I see lots of bells and Christmas. Good tidings and presents under the tree. Joy to the world.

Nah, fuck that, I’m not going there. I’m going full werewolf, bitches.

5 thoughts on “Five Sentence Fiction – Silver”

  1. Let’s see if I get this right. You shot at door six times emptying the revolver. SIX TIMES. That according to my meager calculation gives me a total of 36 shots fired at the door, If the scratching didn’t stop after the 12th shot. I’d have assumed I’d been using blanks instead of real bullets,
    Still in all good work for a Halloween story of vampires and werewolves.

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