I had a short, short story idea come to me this afternoon right when I woke up from a nap. It's not even a story, really. It's like a snippet of someone's thought process right before he kills his ex-girlfriend and then himself. The original idea was writting out the thoughts of a suicidal man...then it drifted to why the man was depressed...and then it drifted to him asking someone to marrying him, getting denied, sinking into depression, inviting the girl over, and then killing her and himself....only not in so many words. In fact, I never used the words gun, trigger, kill, marriage, propose, shoot, bullet, or cartridge. I implied them, though.

At any rate, it was the first thing in a while that was actually uncomfortable for me to write. I felt like I had to, but I was a little worried at how I would depict the scenes without making people sick. But I think it's pretty good. Needs some work, obviously, but it should be ready in a week or so to submit to the campus literary magazine.