Stories tagged “guns”

  • Fiery Escape

    The little USP bucked in my hand and struck the gas tank square. Contrary to everything movies show you, gas tanks do not explode in white-hot explosions – at least, that’s not what I saw. A rolling orange sphere engulfed half of the zombie...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • War Machine

    The operation of a HyperSpace Advancements Military firearm starts with the simple motion of a trigger backwards into the gun casing. The gun then requests confirmation from the grip, accessing the smart glove holding the weapon. When received, a fibre...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Thor's Hammer

    They say that weapons forged in the heat of the battle can never be used outside the glory and the death of the fight. They say that weapons used in battle will never be content to rest idle. They say… I cared not what they said. My enemies near ...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Suicidal Blues

    Some talk behind my back. “He’s crazy,” they say, “reckless” or “psycho.” Those are the nice comments. In their way, they might be right, because, truth be known, I don’t care if I live or die, not that I...

  • 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 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Dead Man's Grip

    His hands are shaking, though through fear or uncertainty I cannot tell. I decide to simplify things. My own hands curl around my revolver and draw with the practised fluidity of thousands of hours of practice. Hammer drawn by a smooth movement from th...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Totally Worth It (Mature)

    “Oh my God…” I stood up from behind the make-shift table barricade. My mouth salivated at what was within 100 metres from where I stood but my body shook at the sight of what lay in between me and my destination. Zombies. At least twe...

    • Author: Murj;
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • EotB: Last Man Sitting

    At this point I considered breakfast. You’d be surprised how quickly SPAM loses its novelty. After 3 months of the stuff, I was more inclined to build a fort out of the remaining cans (87) than open one and brave the pink horrors within. But I still ...

  • EotB: Wayfarer

    I had a lazy morning. I ate my first bag of Doritos (29 left) and watched Friends. I really can’t stand that Ross guy. Eventually I figured I didn’t have any excuse for not stretching my legs, so I got dressed: big old duster coat for pretending to...

  • EotB: Alone in the Aftermath

    To call it ‘afternoon’ would have implied the sun was visible below its zenith. I preferred to think of it as ‘slightly dimmer day’ – given that the light was a horrible, diffused gray, streaming through the omnipresent ash. The sun was AWOL ...

  • EotB: Cleanup in Aisle Five

    This hadn’t been an especially bad place. Sure, certain parts of it needed a good bulldozing, or maybe a casually thrown molotov, but on the whole, it didn’t deserve the whole nuclear annihilation thing. It had two-bedroom homes with aluminum sidi...

  • EotB: Alone in the Interim

    Being the kind of person who would willingly convert a perfectly normal backyard (patio, wading pool and a crappy shanty I had once hoped to turn into a sexy sauna) into a state-of-the-art bomb shelter, I had read a few speculative fictions. Most of th...

  • EotB - The last Bacon-Ranch

    I was puzzled as to its origins. I couldn’t decide whether it had been a normal piggy, somehow protected from the bombs but eventually mutated, or – and this is where skepticism and science-fiction appear – if it had beenin the grocery’s i...

  • The New Year

    “Katana,” she whisperd to him in the cold dark building. Of course they both new that this wasn’t her real name. Real names were left behind after the second stage of the virus broke out. To keep individuals safe, people went by the n...

  • Brotherhood

    Cocaine half spilled out of the small Ziploc baggy. Karl thought it looked like snow, though he’d never seen real snow, just on t.v.. He pushed the majority of it back into the clear plastic and wiped his hands on his pants. “Time to ride o...

    • Author: Robert Quick
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • In the Distance

    “They are coming…” That was all that the message had said before the sounds of radio static and loud interference ended the transmission with such abruptness that he wasn’t sure if they were really gone, but they were…gone. The thought of...

    • Author: Ampersand
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
  • The Shakedown

    Sitting in a unfamiliar house all we could see what the whites of each others eyes and the blue illumination of the candle. The antique radio played, it was as if we were back in time. Walking out together sitting in the living room, this was normal li...

  • Shameless Part 5

    As I walk home from the school, my shredded backpack bouncing against my back. I scan the caving houses in a line across the street. Kids in baggy clothes playing with a football, mothers sitting on the porch watching with sad eyes, stray dogs sniffing...

  • Sharks are the Least of My Problems

    The walkie-talkie blared to life with Rita’s Carribean accented voice. “Roger, you gotta get outta dere. Sometings driving de sharks wild in ya area.” Sharks are the least of my problems, Roger thought. His arms ached from holding the...

  • No Big Deal

    Jared waited in the hotel room as his men stood like gun-toting titans wrapped in black tactical armor. They flanked his easy chair and kept track of the constant stream of tactical info buzzing across the earphones they wore. “Time check.”...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • Her Child

    Jessica held her son in her arms. He looked just like his dad, a captain in the US Army, fighting in the 4th WW. Jessica’s husband had been in charge of the Thirty-Fourth Regiment. Jessica had been planning on telling her husband she was pregnant...

  • Hide and Seek

    As I sat eating my anchovy pizza outside of the French pizzeria, I contemplated my situation. I was on the run. I had been assigned to steal information from the Russian government, and had succeeded on my mission, but was now on the run in Paris, Fran...

  • The Perils of Time Travel (Mature)

    The problem with time travel is that eventually, no matter how careful you are, how precise, how respectful to the past, you will end up…somewhen…pointing a gun at your future self. Or past self. Everything is fucking perspective. We are to...

  • (Day 59) The Worst Laid Plans...

    Get the suitcase… check. Check the contents… check. Kill the other men in the room… pending. Frank crouched behind the crate and felt both holsters at his hips with calm, sweaty hands. The pistols he normally had stashed there were lo...

  • Provoking the Beast (Day 102) (Mature)

    With a savage roar, Max leaped at Wyrmus. He could feel his body responding to his rage, thickening, changing, shifting. Max’s increased weight bore Wyrmus to the ground. Wyrmus’s snarls became impotent mewls as fought to get out from under...