By Jan Luca Weinlich
Hey, I am Luca and these are some of the works from Creative Writing 1 that I am most proud of. I love poetry (especially haikus) so maybe you will see more from me in the future. Feel free to give some feedback 😉
Content warning: blood, murder
His rifle equipped with a large scope; he sits hidden from plain sight, awaiting the arrival of his
target. His breathing is calm; the act of killing has become routine to him. It is not his first time
taking an innocent life, and it will not be the last. A cold-blooded and conniving killer, his method is
always the same. Shoot them from a hidden spot directly through the heart. If he succeeds, the
target drops dead instantaneously, dying without a clue of what happened to them. He slightly
adjusts his positioning, causing some leaves beneath him to rustle; he freezes up. Mistakes like
these could ruin this whole operation, so he ceases all movement. However, she keeps moving
towards him and towards her certain death. For he has already decided that she will be killed today.
There is a rustling from the underbrush as she enters the clearing between the trees. After reaching
the middle, she stops. He takes a deep breath, carefully places his finger on the trigger, takes aim at
her exposed chest. Somewhere nearby, a twig cracks and she raises her head in high alert but it is
too late. The assassin finally takes the shot.
Somewhere, deep in the now calm forest, there lies – motionless and stone-cold – the cadaver of a
deer. Once green grass is now stained red, and it’s clear: a murder took place today and right here.
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