He woke up. She was there.
She fought viciously against time itself.
“Clever girl”… Roar, rend, oblivion.
Revolver. One bullet. Redeem your disgrace.
Love didn’t fix their individual problems.
Russian Roulette, with only six bullets.
“Who wants to live forever…?” "Me."
Eight words! Rejected! 
“Who’s tonight’s fight? That bastard Lancelot?”
Divorce ended by push into lion cage.
“ChronoMission Impossible: Kill Ghengis. Usual bonus.”
“What do you mean, a god?”
Threadwin for THREE-word story, a tearjerker.