He bought cities, named stadiums, and owned the skyline—until six weeks left to live revealed the true price of his fortune.

Writer’s Prompt
The mahogany table in the private wing of St. Jude’s smelled of lemon wax and desperation. Outside, autumn rain streaked the glass, blurring the skyline Johnny Syzwick had spent four decades buying, parcel by parcel.
His name was etched on the cancer center across the street, embossed on the university arena three miles north, and blared across seven commercial towers downtown. None of the letters could stop the ache spreading behind his sternum. Six weeks. The oncologist hadn’t blinked when he said it, but then, men who bill four figures an hour rarely do.
Downstairs in the hospital cafe, the vultures were already circling the carcass before it had cooled. His four ex-wives had formed two separate, hostile alliances over lukewarm decaf. His son, Julian, sat with a probate attorney whose retainer could fund an orphanage, while his daughter, Clara, paced the corridor with a team of forensic accountants on speakerphone. They had stopped looking at his face; they were staring at his ledger.
Johnny looked down at the documents resting on his lap. On the right lay the finalized codicil, cleanly bisecting forty million dollars among the bloodline, buying a polite truce until dirt hit the mahogany casket. On the left lay a fresh contract drawn up by an offshore trust—a scorched-earth instrument liquidating every share, deed, and trust fund into a blind charitable endowment before morning, leaving his legacy carved in stone and his family with exactly zero.
A nurse tapped twice on the door. “Mr. Syzwick, the notary is here.”
Johnny lifted his Montblanc pen. The clock on the wall clicked forward, steady as an executioner. His hand hovered over the signature line.
Choose the Path to Finish the Story
- Direction A (The Scorched Earth): Johnny signs the trust, ensuring his greedy heirs inherit nothing, but uncovers a secret that makes him regret the spiteful act in his final breaths.
- Direction B (The Fragile Truce): Johnny yields to family sentiment and signs the compromise, only to discover one of the beneficiaries had tampered with his medical diagnosis all along.
How would you end Johnny’s story? Pick a path—or carve your own—and write the final scene.








