Short Story Saturday: The Conclusion

Aren’t you all glad Bethany didn’t REALLY meet her end in Part Four!?

We really had you going too… clever… clever “read more” tab…

Without further ado, we give you-




Bethany’s friend who had turned so serious earlier came rushing out of the jail. He held his gun at the ready. Bethany had just realized that the moment had arrived when someone grabbed her by the neck. “Dirty rat.” The teen hissed.

Beth scraped her glass-studded boots down his leg and stomped on his foot. He screeched and Beth pulled her gun.

One would have thought that the town had been abandoned as soon as the gunfire started. Not one other person was in sight, not a single window had open shutters. Everyone knew what was about to happen. It had been a long time in the coming.

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Short Story Saturday

Previous posts from our string Short Story Saturday may be viewed under the category fittingly named, Short Stories.

Now we will continue as you’re all dying to read the next part.



She didn’t even have time to scream. It was all over so quickly.


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Beth was quiet for a heartbeat. “This isn’t what we agreed on.” She spewed.

The outlaw fiddled with his gun. “You didn’t want the man,” her eyes drifted to the cold figure in the corner. “So you get the passengers.”

“But I don’t even know what to do!”

Improvise!” He roared.

Bethany heard raised voices. The outlaw shoved his pistol into her left hand and set her other on her holster. He spun her towards the door. “You’ve got five minutes. It shouldn’t take that long.”

Bethany closed her eyes, exhaling. Then she kicked open the door, charging into the first car. “Alright!” She screamed. “Put’ch’yer hands in the air and surrender y’all’s valuables!” She aimed her gun at nothing and noticed the car was empty. It was a luggage car.

“Good practice.” A voice purred.

Beth jumped and pointed her guns at the outlaw’s face. “Harr harr…”

“Git.” He shoved her to the next door.

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Short Story Saturday

On the previous, previous Saturday we started a new story dubbed Legendary.

This Saturday we have the honors of continuing it for you. Part One may be viewed .



They were lucky. Right on time.

It almost seemed like time was willing to bend and warp itself for the outlaw. The Twelve O’clock was puffing in and it was puffing in fast. His horse was a strong one, and steady. Bethany had never been fond of horses for they reeked, and this one, in particular, gave her the willies. He was powerful; all muscle and nothing else. “Do you have a-” Plan. She was going to say plan but the dude interrupted. “Keep it shut and observe.”

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Short Story Saturday: Legendary

Hello again, readers.

Ah bliss… the weekend. Saturday to be specific… as you know, Saturday is the day this blog in particular posts short stories. And as you may know in addition to this, we recently concluded our first-ever published public story Our Agent two Saturdays ago. This means…

Drumroll, please.


The time has come to start Legendary, a rollicking western about someone who just wants to try her hand at the business of outlaws and criminals.

Now we will let the story take it from here, and let it reveal itself.

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