One shot. The stag stumbled. Two shots. It fell. I had pictured this feeling ever since I had heard of this thing called death, but no way could I picture this. At that moment the white flame of death burned in my soul. It burned cold, but ever so comforting.

Axel is an architecture student with a dream of becoming a published author. He thanks you for taking the time to read his story and hopes that you might find some inspiration for your own.