prompt: you write the ending

He stepped into the street, the dust swirled around his boots and the wind tugged at the edge of his stained trencher.  The miles had not been kind to it, but it continued to hold together, just like him.  He leaned into the gale, ducking his head so the current wouldn’t get under the brim and send his hat sailing down the deserted road, and his coat’s tails whipped to attention.  The saloon door closed behind him and he was free of its clinging smells and dreams.

The drink remained, though.  Even when it was gone, it was never far away.  Of the stains on his soul, it wasn’t the darkest or the largest.

The tastes of the night remained strong on his tongue even as the morning sun warmed his shoulders.  He coughed into the weather beaten fist of his left hand, having learned long ago to never allow his right hand, his gun hand, to stray too far from the holstered shooter.  Thinking about it, he reached for the butt and was comforted by the reassuring feel of the smooth sandalwood grip.

Despite the demons in his head he smiled.  He knew what kind of man he had become, he knew the true source of the worst of his stains, but it no longer troubled him like it used to.

His stained soul was part of him.

His eyes scanned the empty stretch of road, squinting against the blistering light, and no shadows betrayed the stillness.  He considered pulling the iron and waking the town with chaos and blood.  He considered turning around and having another drink, or two.  Or three…

His smile broadened, mischievously, maliciously, and he…

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90 thoughts on “prompt: you write the ending

  1. took off his hat, shook out his hair and in a loud clear voice, like that of an avenging angel begin to sing.

    Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Tu pure, o Principessa,
    nella tua fredda stanza,
    guardi le stelle
    che tremano d’amore, e di speranza!
    Ma il mio mistero chiuso in me;
    il nome mio nessun sapra!
    No, No! Sulla tua bocca lo dir quando la luce splende!
    Ed il mio bacio sciogliera il silenzio
    che ti fa mia!
    Il nome suo nessun sapr,
    E noi dovrem, ahim, morir, morir!
    Dilegua, o notte! Tramontate, stelle!
    Tramontate, stelle! All’alba vincero! Vincero! Vincero!”

    He saw lights come on through windows. Doors cracked open. Couples who’d long lost their passions came out of their slumbers and made love in the morning light.

    Then he headed to the house where she lived saying “And my kiss will dissolve the silence that makes you mine!”

  2. I wake up in the morning
    And I raise my weary head
    I got an old coat for a pillow
    And the earth was last night’s bed
    I don’t know where I’m going
    Only God knows where I’ve been
    I’m a devil on the run
    A six gun lover
    A candle in the wind
    When you’re brought into this world
    They say you’re born in sin
    Well at least they gave me something
    I didn’t have to steal or have to win
    Well they tell me that I’m wanted
    Yeah I’m a wanted man
    I’m colt in your stable
    I’m what Cain was to Abel
    Mister catch me if you can
    I’m going down in a blaze of glory
    Take me now but know the truth
    I’m going down in a blaze of glory
    Lord I never drew first
    But I drew first blood
    I’m no one’s son
    Call me young gun
    You ask about my consience
    And I offer you my soul
    You ask If I’ll grow to be a wise man
    Well I ask if I’ll grow old
    You ask me if I known love
    And what it’s like to sing songs in the rain
    Well,I’ve seen love come
    And I’ve seen it shot down
    I’ve seen it die in vain
    Shot down in a blaze of glory
    Take me now but know the truth
    ‘Cause I’m going down in a blaze of glory
    Lord I never drew first
    But I drew first blood
    I’m the devil’s son
    Call me young gun
    Each night I go to bed
    I pray the Lord my soul to keep
    No I ain’t looking for forgiveness
    But before I’m six foot deep
    Lord,I got to ask a favor
    And I’ll hope you’ll understand
    ‘Cause I’ve lived life to the fullest
    Let the boy die like a man
    Staring down the bullet
    Let me make my final stand
    Shot down in a blaze of glory
    Take me now but know the truth
    I’m going out in a blaze of glory
    Lord I never drew first
    But I drew first blood
    and I’m no one’s son
    Call me young gun
    I’m a young gun

    Bon Jovi
    Blaze of Glory

    I totally saw Emilio Estevez as Billy the Kid in your story!

  3. ..changed back into his natural panther form. Hunting the humans was so much more exciting and personal when he saw the fear in their eyes before they died. The problem being, of course, he had to use human form to get in close, to get them to accept his presence. Once that was accomplished he could hunt as he chose, with none suspecting his true form. Simply changing to human when they got close. That was why the street was so empty – no one dared move about any more unless it was with armed guards – for which he, of course, hired himself out. The large feline form slide around the corner of the building where he would decide who would be his next prey.

  4. laughed – a laugh so dark and dismal, so bleak and humor-free, everyone in the town could hear his stain in the bellowing guffaw.

    He turned, drawing his gun in the same smooth motion that had brought so many to an early grave. Slowly he lifted his head until he could see the townspeople gathering in the street from beneath the wide brim of his hat.

    “That’s right”, he snarled when his laughter died away. “I was the boy named Sue.”

    • Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
      Okay, well done. The build up. The continuity from my story to your ending. Brilliant.
      And, I’ll have you know, that the Little Prince is named… well, it isn’t Sue!!!

  5. Took out his shooter and caressed it fondly. But his demons had no longer any use for him. The chaos went on in his head as they wrenched him away from himself. And when all that was left was a hollow shell, it raised the gun and put an end to its misery. The demons billowed free, in search of a new soul to corrupt. And the story goes on in another time and another life. Another cursed one.

  6. turned to the barkeep and said,’i heard it was 2 for 1 happy hour, if i’m not mistaken. now serve me up another double right quick. and put it on my tab. i’ve got business to attend to.’

  7. …tripped and scraped his knee badly. He spent the next few minutes attempting to rub the soreness away.

    Eventually, another man walked by and saw him on the ground. “Dumbass,” he whsipered, mostly under his breath.

    It should have been further under his breath, as the next thing that went through his head was a bullet.

  8. ….smirked knowingly to himself. The scanned horizon hid his forever enemies, fingers that itched to prove cowardly points. He should be master of his own demise. No bullet from the bottle, the slow burn of liquor forever tempting, leaving him vulnerable to attack. Soft caress on sandalwood made his choice and gripped to release him from the never knowing when.

  9. Laughed.
    “Come on out here, son.”
    Nothing happened for a few moments, and then a small child edged out of the ally, still trying to become one with the shadows.
    “Why you be sulking back there?”
    “Can I ride your horse?” The child mumbled, scuffing his boots’ toes in the dirt.
    He regarded the small, filthy boy with an emotion he couldn’t describe. The boy must have followed him since he’d arrived in town, keeping to the shadows.
    “Sure.”
    The child smiled up at him, a big gap between his two front teeth, and he felt his demons settling down.
    “What be your name, son?”
    The child, skipping alongside him, looked up and grinned. “Mary. “

  10. …turned and headed back to the bar. Sure, they were closed, but technically they’d been closed since 11pm yesterday and had still been serving him just an hour ago.

    The bartender looked up from polishing glasses when he swaggered in. “That was quick. Same again?”

    He nodded affirmation, then went and sat in the corner by the fireplace, where he would be able to watch any comings and goings without being observed.

    He sighed with relief when the large, steaming mug was placed in front of him. The bartender took the offered note and went to fetch the change. The scent of the drink would have been overpowering to anyone else at this time in the morning, but to his addicted body, it was just another part of the pleasure of the hit.

    The bartender returned with the change. “I just checked, and that’s the last of the Columbian Extra Dark grounds we had in. We’re due a delivery at 10am, can you stick it out until then?”

    He took a pull of the sweetened, strong black coffee, and sighed as the caffeine hit his system.

    “Guess I’ve no choice. I’ll take whatever you’ve got, providing it’s not instant.”

  11. I gotta be snarky here and just say that I think that’s a perfect ending (this from someone who never really believes in a proper ending). Like the build-up, dude.

  12. … headed back to the saloon. He had been in town for 24 hours and he didn’t want to move on just yet, besides the liquor here was good, and he had yet to sample the delights of the local brothel. The chaos and blood would happen tomorrow; already the swirls of a plan were coming together in his mind.

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