They are very interesting, to say the least. It is a good exercise in writing to try to get a plot, characters and conflict to be interesting and complete in 55 words.
I tried, though. See what you think.
The Fourth Horseman
Crosshairs are still visible when I close my eyes, now. So are my enemies.
There's one (so far, I can still tell which ones are real) now.
The target is down, head obliterated.
The recoil offers no comfort. I need none.
I am Death.
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