Stories tagged “pistol”
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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...
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The game
It wasn’t the enormity of the house that had me speechless, but the lighting. Brilliant halogen spotlights accentuated each of the distinct characteristics of the palatial dwelling, from the gothic archways to the flowered tresses. I stepped insi...
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Three Bullets
Three bullets finished him off. Three. The magic number. 1. One in his leg. One bullet for pain and inconvenience, and for every punch that landed in the soft flesh of my darling baby girl. 2. One in his back. One bullet for his seething, back-stabbin...
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Guarding Your Heart With A Pistol
Always guarding your heart Standing there with a pistol Aimed at me in black barricades This isn’t a war So bring the barrel down Just leave it alone The safety is on Don’t really mean to do this It’s just instinct wrapped up in fear ...
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Last Shot at Life
More of the house crashed down around us, and flames were licking at our feet, while smoke clogged our chests. We finally had a chance! The only problem was, we were on the top floor, and the garage was on the bottom, surrounded by zombies. With one cl...
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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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Ready to Go
Twilight filtered in as we silently crept along. We were close, only two rooms and a stairway between us and the garage. Our run was mostly clear and Jess’ blade downed the parts that weren’t. My hand closed on the doorknob of the garage an...
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Brotherly Request
I considered my brother from across the diner table, nigh on forty years and still as cherubic as ever. My coffee, black and utilitarian, looked like tar compared to the creamy bastardization of brew he was happily stirring. “Billy,” he sai...
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Arming up
“All right. All frickin’ right.” Josh sighed. “You guys do realize you’re sending a civilian into a war zone, right?” “Nobody’s a civilian in this war,” the woman said darkly. “We’re all...
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To Kill A Liar
She orders a vodka tonic instead and sifts through the weight of his words. She catches his bottom lip quiver slightly and she fixes her stare on him with a confident slant in her eyes. “I don’t believe you’ve ever harmed a fly.”...
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Motives
“Listen, Rachel.” James starts. “I know who you are.” He squeezes his voice through an uneasy, clenched smile, leans in and slides his hand onto hers— the same one she’s using to grasp her pistol by the barrel beneath the table. Jam...
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In the Water, Mother Dear
Glee and humidity filled the air around the swimming hole. The latter made Todd’s white T cling to his chest. The former gave his heart a pinch. “Git in the water, Pistol,” cheered his cousin, using Todd’s familiar name rather t...