Stories tagged “bullets”

  • Test

    “This is only a test.” “Um, that being the case, do you suppose it’s wise to be using real bullets?” “Shut up and get into your duck suit.”

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Another One Bites The Dust

    Steve walked warily down the street. He knew he was a fool for being in this part of town alone. He pulled the brim of his hat down low. He thought of the conversation with Ana earlier. “This is too dangerous. We can’t see each other anymore.” he...

    • Author: JavaWarlord
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Colonel Down

    The Colonel grabbed his neck and fell to the ground. Blood came rushing out of the jagged hole cut in his throat by the sharp steel. The pouring rain filled his mouth with muddy water. He looked up to see his men wounded or dead. The girl he had seen e...

  • Another Hole in the Head (Mature)

    You know, I didn’t mean it. I mean I don’t even really like this job. It’s just one of those things you fall into. Who wants to be a long shore man? Or a grip for porno movies. I, I mean grip as in, you know, a stage hand, not “...

    • Author: BA Boucher
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Ledger

    Let me tell you about my work. It’s the type of job where if you are woken in the middle of the night, choking on a sweaty gag while a couple of assholes in masks stand around holding sharp objects, you think thank God I didn’t wake up late...

    • Author: Again St.
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Bullets

    You gotta walk like you’re about to get shot in the throat. He said. So I did. I walked slow like I was going to get shot in the throat. You gotta start listening to better music. He said. So I listened to everything he told me to. I even learned al...

    • Author: Lady Bug
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Bullets Part II

    I can’t walk like I’m going to get shot in the throat. I just can’t. and I hate everything you listen to. It’s loud and repetitive and every band sounds the same. And I love my tattoos, but I wish I knew you loved me without them. And I want to...

    • Author: Lady Bug
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Sweating Bullets (Mature)

    My skin is slippery and smooth. I wipe the sweat out of my eyes, but it only smears around more. Blink. Grimace. Keep running. The sky grows darker and the air takes on a foreign chill. My sneakers slap the pavement with an angry rhythm. My leg hair br...

    • Author: Mackizme
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • Stray Bullets

    Babies should never be collateral damage. __________________ _______________________________________

  • War

    Kills Blood trickles In the fight Dead soldiers drift into the light— Souls seep From punctured holes Life is put to sleep As each sense grows To six and on— beyond what the living knows: The end Means that you extend forever Removed from...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • 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 ...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Keywords

    This campfire society is a call to isolation. Away from technology’s test, no need to duck bullets. Sequestered away from that teeming death hole, One may take pride in life and philosophy, comedy and fears. It is a speed run from darkness to lig...

  • Friends..family..whatever...

    Savanna walked out side, her face buried in her hands, she was sobbing wildly. Dashian ran out, ‘savanna!" he yelled, but before he could reach her, he was shot, she yelped, and ran off into the night, still sobbing, “MADNESS!!” ...

    • Author: inZanadee
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • drip drip drip (Mature)

    She gulped as sweat ran down her face freely as if a river. she held a gun in her hands, she heard a distant, drip drip drip. she walked on, she went around a corner. She held it out in front of her, and continued until she reached a house, drip drip d...

    • Author: inZanadee
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • "try me..i DARE you.."

    Sabrine ran, as fast as he could, her heart pounding her lungs exploding. Her feet slammed into the groudn in a starge rythm, she shriked as she fell, and tumbled, “NO NO NO!!!!!!” she scrreamed, as the ones whom were chasing her, caught up...

    • Author: Riley
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 1 out of 5
  • ...for Humans Only

    “You can’t order me around, you know. You’re just a machine.” “That’s true. Let me contact your parents. Oh, wait. They’re dead.” “Stop being so mean!” “I’m not mean. I simply have...

    • Author: Trann
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Rooftop Ballet

    This is my art, my music, my drama. Some might doubt its beauty, but to me there is nothing else. You’re just in time for the introduction. Here I am, and there he is. It starts off perfectly fair. We both know we’re in this waltz of weapon...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
  • Unexpected Developments

    Cancerous vapor fills my lungs as I take another deep drag of my cigarette. The smoke wafts towards an open skylight, at odds with the sunlight streaming through the broken glass. Glass shards litter the floor, intermixed with blood. I pull the shell c...

  • Contemplating Nietzsche

    The revolver held six bullets, but he only had three. He rolled them around in his hand, watching the moonlight reflect off their brass casings—trying not to think about how woefully inadequate they were. Fog started to creep through the woods. H...

  • Stupids Bullets

    “Everyone to the ground” – Gib yelled Mildred crouched, I bounced against the floor and closed my eyes, while involuntarily rolled over the suit’s yellow belly. I didn’t know what was happening, but when I saw mildred̵...

    • Author: Laggel
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Weapons Training Guide

    I am the daughter of a society on Mars. We live in isolation, fighting our way out of this dark hole, void of Earth’s poetic technology, such as firepower based on philosophy and metaphysics. Starships sail near. When we see them in space, we sen...

    • Author: 32 ^2
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
  • Jungle Jane Junior

    I got the call on my radio at 6AM. I dressed with speed, praying the Jeep would run. Working in isolation from society was nice most days, but not when I was the only civilized one, a daughter of Jane Goodall. There is no room for fear when approaching...

  • 12. Tale Told by an Idiom

    Bullets inside me, perforations, piercings. You’ve probably wondered how I made the transition from life to Afterlife; now’s your chance to learn. Before I explain, I just want to thank you from the bottom of my cage for your patience and a...

  • 17. Conclusion: My Dark Campfire

    I PILOT my FEAR from EARTH to MARS, I hurtle through SPACE at the SPEED of LIGHT SOCIETY may CALL to me from afar; But I RUN through DARKNESS in my fright. I’ll never calm my DAUGHTER’s FEARS, Or take PRIDE in her laughter at a COMEDY show....