The Last Race

Avatar Author: Francis James This is my redemption My last battle My last fight My last dying dream This is where it ends I will write one last story and then my dream of a writer shall no longer exist I plan to go more towards cooking th... Read Bio

“I’ll only be a minute.” Said Joseph “You can warm up the van; I parked it close to the entrance.” Joseph sat in the damped track waiting for a moment of lightening to pass by. Joseph was gripping tightly to the ticket; which held his very last dollar. The announcer shouted from the speakers; Joseph stood from the soaking seat. Lightening wasn’t far behind from the leading horse when a shot rang through the stadium. Joseph dripping from the rain, turned around to see his daughter holding onto a rifle. Lightening crashed into the mudding track, bleeding from the neck. “I can’t lose you to an addiction, not when I love you father.” Crystal spoke as she placed the rifle down onto the steps.

View this story's details


Oh no! This story doesn't have a prequel. Want to fill in the blanks and write one?


Oh no! This story doesn't have a sequel. Want to fill in the blanks and write one?

Comments (2 so far!)

Average Reader Rating

  1. Avatar Pyropunk 51 (PPP LoA)

    you killed the horse? good story about gambling addiction. just one small error: “rang threw the stadium” should be “rang through the stadium”

  2. Avatar Mackizme

    Thank you, Pyropunk, for clearing that up. If it weren’t for you, I might not have known what the addiction was. Very interesting idea, and well written, but a requirement was to clearly state the addiction, not just imply it.

This story's tags are