Stories tagged “Shooting”
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Spinning Coins
The coins crashed to the floor, spinning faster before they settled. He could not believe how much pain he was in. The bullet had only grazed him.
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Gunshot
He had never heard a gunshot before. He held his stomach. His hands felt nice and warm as the blood oozed out of him.
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Bonus Level
As a man walked down one of the many halls of his Alma Mater, the world seemed to have gone silent, if only for a moment. All that could be heard were the sirens emanating from afar, and the muffled sounds of the class, enclosed within the small room. ...
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The Man Who Killed the Man Who Killed Kennedy
“But ya can’t kill John F. Kennedy, Jack Ruby!” “Wanna bet?” he smirked, “I didn’t get to have a name like Jack ‘Sparkling’ Ruby by being 1960 Chicago’s biggest fag!” At this, the entire bar erupted into raucous applause, cries of...
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The Places in Between
Four witnesses described it; they all used different words. Because they wanted it to be true, no one doubted. He had passed through. The Chronicle covered it the next day: “A Hero In Anarene”. The photograph showed the crossroads at the ce...
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Upon Reflection
I’ve heard people say that, when they were faced with a near-death experience, time seemed to just slow down. Their senses heightened. They experience, for the first time in their lives, the act of living. I came to the conclusion that these peop...
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Risky
“Please dont do this, John,” Charrel pleads. “I’m sorry, my mind is made up. There is no turning back now,” John says. The gun is still pointing at Charrel, but he cant put it down. Not after all thats happen. He has to fi...
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Aftermath
My ears were ringing. My eyes burned. My face was covered with dirt and tear streaks. Red lights were flashing and there were men and cars everywhere. From the back seat of the police car in which I sat, I could see the front porch of my house. Two men...
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Quentin Flint Mostly Never Misses.
From the silence, a single, hesitant voice rang out. “H-Hey Quentin…how’s the shootin’ been?” It came from a man seated at the end of the bar. This was followed by silence, as everyone turned to Quentin Flint to gauge his ...
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End Like Flint
The Town was a simple place, full of simple people, with a simple way of doing things: Barman Ted poured the drinks. The drinks kept the folk who found themselves here from asking questions. Piano Joe played the music. The music kept them content. And ...
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Shooting Birds
I cocked the new BB gun in my shaking hands. The grass felt like a thousand little prickles against my arms. Quiet and still, I laid, staring down the barrel of the gun. The fat robin sat perched on the bottom beam of the fence, jutting its head to the...
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Retaliation
I breathed heavily as I walked up to the door to school. Today was the day. I was finally going to get my revenge. All those people that had picked on me, all those teachers that patronised me. I was going to teach them. I entered the front doors. My h...
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After the Drive-By (the Sequel)
I told you, cuz, “If you don’t wear red…. you be dead….”
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The Gunslinger
She rested her back against the wall of the warehouse, as she watched in horror to the gun fire that had sparked. A young man had stepped out of a black Cadillac. In his hand he had held a semi hand gun. He looked around the warehouse, and noticed a sm...
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Two Drops of Blood
Rachel draws her weapon and rises to her feet. She presses the pistol into James’ forehead hissing “pow” over his ear. James desperately tries to maneuver his head away from the gun’s point blank aim. Petrified shock stretches o...
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One Shot, One Kill?
Dropped straight into the heart of enemy territory. Crawling three kilometers over six days through Russian wilderness. Dragging along a 15kg Intervention sniper rifle. Not getting spotted by a single patrol en route. That was how damn good Lt. “...
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Shadows
A soldier’s shadow Feels no pain Sliding over jagged gravel— Its black outline does not contain The fragile face from which it came The fragile face that’s in my aim Is mute and vague I cannot hear its screams It hasn’t lived or died ...
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Jimmie Lee's Wake
“He was a good boy.” Mama Lee was the first to speak. “No matter what he done, he was a good boy and didn’t need to get gunned down like that.” Sissy sniffed; her eyes were red from crying. Her voice wavered a little. R...
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The Following Ficly Takes Place Between 4:00 AM and 5:00 AM
04:32:48 AM Victor went in first. Jason spun around in time to see him tackle his father and wrestle him to the ground. “Jason!” Gordon Reeves struggled against his assailant. “Shoot him!” Jason raised his weapon and tried to line up his sights...
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Wild William
William Stuckey had been heading West when his horse’s head exploded in front of him. Now he was behind a rock hoping for enough bullets to get out of this alive. Another shot ruptured the desert. His third horse was dead and a maniac was shooting at...