Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

Grab bag

The hearse drove by our mailbox at what seemed to me to be an appallingly slow pace.I did not know the deceased or I may have had more patience. My chaotic lifestyle had led to me being stuck in this nondescript safe house for the past month unable to go out. I was unfortunate to have witnessed a Korean gangster being shot and was feeling very homesick, a prisoner of circumstance until the trial, illegible for parole as the only witness, forbidden to contact family or friends.Feeling so trapped made me wish I had been quicker on the uptake and fled the scene instead of becoming even more of a victim and living in fear of reprisals. Even my small stature was adding to my feelings of total insignificance and helplessness.

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