General Fiction posted October 20, 2021

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Family Story contest entry

Utah's Scenic

by DragonSkulls

The author has placed a warning on this post for violence.

It was my own fault. I insisted we take the scenic route through Utah.
Who knew the brand new car was a lemon? That's where this story
begins, broken down on the side of the road with my wife and fourteen-
year-old son in the middle of nowhere.

Luckily, the first car that passed, in nearly two hours, stopped. It was a
pick-up truck with a man that looked around thirty. He got out and while
walking to our car said, "Looks like you folks are in a predicament." The
hood was already open. He smiled and bent over the engine and told
me, "Get in and try cranking 'er." I did and the same thing happened
that happened uncountable times before...nothing. "Well, here's your
problem." I came around and he pointed deep into the back. "See?"
When I leaned in to look, he knocked the support out and slammed
the hood down on my back.

The moment I pulled myself out, he blasted me in the forehead with
the butt end of his .38. Blood was pouring down my face as I turned
over in the dirt and looked up at him. When I went to speak, he leapt
down on one knee, viciously cramming the barrel of that massive gun
in my mouth. "You need to listen close. Here's what's going to happen."
I can't even explain how sinister this look was upon his face. "I'm going
to leave you and your boy out here, and by morning your bones will
have been picked clean by vultures from whatever the coyotes leave
behind. As far as your pretty lady here, she's comin' home with me.
And I'll guarantee you one thing, she'll wish she was dead long, long
before she ever will be. Think about that, mister city boy, while the
coyotes feast on your innards." He yanked the gun from my mouth
as he stood, then turned and shot out the windows of the sedan. I
could see my son wanted to pounce on this guy but thankfully he
didn't. He came over by me as instructed, with the gun in his face.

My wife screamed when he grabbed her. I jumped up and, instantly,
he shot me in the right leg. I fell to the ground again.

I watched as he brutally threw my wife in his truck and went to leave.

We were on our way to a hunting expedition in Colorado. Without
hesitation, my son opened the trunk, unsheathed his loaded, scoped
Remington rifle, used the car roof for support and aimed. I watched
as that bastard's head exploded all over his windshield with a single
shot from nearly a quarter of a mile away. 

Randall lifted me up and we headed for the truck. My wife met us,

Once we reached the next town, we went straight for the police
station. When we got inside, the only officer there nonchalantly asked,
"Exactly what are you folks doing in my little brother's truck?"


~ Family Story ~ writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
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Write a FICTIONAL story that involves a family. The word length is 500 words or less. Do NOT write about, or refer, to Halloween in any way--no witches, bats, zombies, trick-or-treating for example. ThIs is NOT a Halloween story. You may use 1 picture that has no words, animation, or music, one color font with one color background, dedication line (optional) which doesn't count in word length, and author notes that may include 1 video (may have sound/music).

Hopefully it stands on its own without a picture, video or music.
Thank you for reading.

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