Lets try Six for Sunday

I came across another wonderful writing prompt that I was able to us something else (that was going nowhere) for. Isn't that amazing when a dead end turns into a fully developed path. If you would like to participate in the Six Sentence Sunday challenge, have at it, it will be lots of fun. Once again, thank you for the read.

 

The boy sat there on the cliff, shaking, barely able to keep his hands on the rifle. His uncle, who was more like a brother to him lay dead, parts of the giant worm that tried to eat him still attached to his body. He’d like to pretend he didn’t know how this could happen. He knew it all to well according to the sisters down at the Antioch Primitive Baptist Church. They had told him he had a gift and what they said his dreams were of was this day, of Armageddon. The last battle between good and evil, and those worms were sure as hell evil.