I’ve been wanting to improve my writing skills, so I’ve decided to challenge myself to write a couple short stories every week. Here’s my first entry:
Robert flipped open the heart locket showing him and his soon-to-be ex. Smiling, happy together. He closed it and leaned forward on the roof’s precipice, looking down his rifle’s scope. She was sitting 400 meters away with his old friend Mark. Smiling, happy together.
His cruiser’s radio buzzed, “Robert, there’s been a double homicide on 31st Street; can you check it out?”. He lifted the receiver and responded,”Roger that, on my way”. The receiver clacked down next to the radio. A streetlamp glinted off his police badge.