Stories tagged “pistol”

  • 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 about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • 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...

    • Author: Brodo
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Three Bullets (Mature)

    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...

    • Author: Mackizme
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • 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...

  • Retaliation (Mature)

    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...

  • 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...

  • 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...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • 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...

  • 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.”...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • 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...

  • 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...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Club Cop

    This club was always busy at night but Winx had never seen these two. And she would know, since she practically lived there. She moved to a closer bar stool to get within earshot and ordered a Devorilan Tea so she wouldn’t seem outof place. The m...

  • Club Cop- 2.0

    This club was always busy at night but Winx had never seen these two. And she would know, since she practically lived there. She moved to a closer bar stool to get within earshot and ordered a Devorilan Tea so she wouldn’t seem outof place. The man n...

  • (Day 9) Inheritance

    There’s nothing here, he thought to himself. He was on his knees in front of the hope chest his mother had owned. The top was up and propped against the footboard in his parents’ room. The contents were missing. He sat back on his heels and...

  • Noir: My Affliction of Good Ideas

    Throughout my life I’ve had an affliction of good ideas. Ladies, even more than wait staff, like to gab. You could learn a lot in a house of ill-repute, honestly. Well, yes, lots of stuff. I learned about an uppity shrew of a chanteuse singing at...