by Joshua Weston
He had to abort, he couldn’t stand it. He said his goodbyes to his pistol as it entered his mouth and blew his brains onto the wall behind him. The pain was immense. His head hit the toilet, throwing out more chunks of brain matter, and he slumped on the floor. He could feel the blood encompassing his dying body. Then, he felt nothing.
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Joshua Weston is a novice writer living in Nevada, Missouri. He's had several works published in various publications ranging from local to national. Procrastination is Joshua's nemesis, so short stories come easier to him. He used to write as Josh Weston, but that name is currently being used by someone in another profession. (Do not do an image search for Josh Weston.)