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Stanley Williams Monologue

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“The gun is too old, it’s going to misfire,” mused Stanley as he fingered the trigger of his pistol. It was a small and weak gun that had been in his possession for many years. “I’m too nervous, I won’t be able to pull the trigger, let alone aim this thing,” he thought to himself in horror, his apprehension wreaking havoc on his nerves.
Stanley Williams was not the type of man to usually handle guns, he was a boring man, and he lived a boring life. At age 47, he worked as an accountant for a local fishing business, a slow job that suited him well. Stanley had been a timid man for all his life, his mouse-like demeanour matching his mouse-like appearance. His hair was thin, but not bald, and of an off white colour, which matched the off white scruff of facial hair that covered his upper lip and lower jaw. …show more content…

His intentions were similarly dark, but in his mind, well justified. He had the full intentions of killing this woman, alone in the dark, and he was not afraid of the consequences. Stanley was fully committed to this crime, as, in his eyes, she deserved it. After all, she was the woman that killed his daughter.
His target, a woman by the name of Carol, sat alone on a bench in a secluded park. Stanley slowly approached her from behind, making sure to be discreet and quiet. It was late at night, in the middle of winter, so Stanley wasn’t sure if it was the fear, or the cold that was making his fingers numb. He gripped his gun tighter and trudged onwards, towards the dark figure sitting on the bench.
It was a beautiful night out, which was a shame, considering the ugly intentions that Stanley was harbouring. As he crept slowly forwards, he snuck a glance at the stars above him, glimmering away like beacons, in a great expanse of ebony emptiness. Stanley was within shooting range now, around ten metres between him and this wicked wretch of a woman, but still he advanced, too afraid of missing his only

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