What would you do if you had four minutes to live? Right now.
LEAKED EXCERPT FROM FOUR MINUTES TO LIVE
Taylor held a pistol to her father’s head. Inches away. Stealthily.
It was just one of those nights.
Her baby was crying in the basement downstairs and there was a cacophony of car subwoofers outside competing for auditory dominance. Casting whatever it was on the floor aside with her bare foot amidst the 40-ounce bottles and crumpled receipts that littered the bedroom, Taylor held a steady hand with the cold steel of the .45 in her tight grasp. She pistol-whipped him, aiming for the mouth, but striking the ridge of his nose instead, contorting his nasal cartilage—but it wasn’t enough to make him any uglier.
He made a face as if he’d seen something extremely obscene, abruptly waking to the sensation of the violent strike. As his eyes flung open and a pool of blood oozed from his nose, he realized the odorless pain and the dark figure hovering over him. Pam woke up beside him with a shriek, springing with the crumb-ridden comforter to cover herself…as women do when their man is being pistol whipped at 2 a.m…
The pistol was already cocked. Ready. A strip of canary light from the street lamp outside revealed Taylor’s face to Desmond.
“Tay Tay,” he said, a father to his daughter… confused. Desperate. Weary. Heart-pounding.
She pulled the trigger at point-blank range.
It was just one of those nights.
Her baby was crying in the basement downstairs and there was a cacophony of car subwoofers outside competing for auditory dominance. Casting whatever it was on the floor aside with her bare foot amidst the 40-ounce bottles and crumpled receipts that littered the bedroom, Taylor held a steady hand with the cold steel of the .45 in her tight grasp. She pistol-whipped him, aiming for the mouth, but striking the ridge of his nose instead, contorting his nasal cartilage—but it wasn’t enough to make him any uglier.
He made a face as if he’d seen something extremely obscene, abruptly waking to the sensation of the violent strike. As his eyes flung open and a pool of blood oozed from his nose, he realized the odorless pain and the dark figure hovering over him. Pam woke up beside him with a shriek, springing with the crumb-ridden comforter to cover herself…as women do when their man is being pistol whipped at 2 a.m…
The pistol was already cocked. Ready. A strip of canary light from the street lamp outside revealed Taylor’s face to Desmond.
“Tay Tay,” he said, a father to his daughter… confused. Desperate. Weary. Heart-pounding.
She pulled the trigger at point-blank range.
Replies to This Discussion
-
Permalink Reply by Mya on -
I met you today passing out flyers :)
I can't wait for this book to come out. It's sounds interesting LOL
-
Permalink Reply by "Shoestring" on -
I would love to read more!
Great explaination to detail!!!
About
Badge
© 2009 Created by Michael De'Shazer on Ning. Create a Ning Network!
