Emilio pulled an all nighter, attempting to think of a new flash fiction story.
He had nothing.
He looked at the gun he owned and he suddenly got inspired.
He broke into his neighbor’s house and pointed the pistol at the old man.
“DO YOU WANT TO DIE FOR ART?”
“Are you my grandson?”
Emilio put a bullet in the man’s head, wiped his fingerprints, put the man’s right hand all over the pistol before dropping it at his feet and running out of the house.
He immediately rushed back home, did a line and laughed hysterically as he wrote.