Tagged: gun

wisdom poems 2

Rushing

Poem   Why fly, when you can run? Rushing through the day, to your head, a gun of time. It’s reaching out to you. With every minute, with every thrust It ticks The earth...

violence fiction 0

Architecture

Short Story   They pushed me into the lockers and onto the ground. Derek and Burton ripped my clothes off and had everyone whip me with their belts. With every whip I was called...

action fiction 0

Russian Roulette

Short Story   She stood among the crowd of thousands of people in the Red Square. All were waiting for the countdown to mark the new year, a new millennium, but she was waiting...

Road, read modern short stories 0

Car Chase

Short Story   The police siren whooped behind our old black Toyota and Dad’s eyes shot to the rearview mirror. He gunned the engine just as I turned from the front seat, hoping like...

Red Roller Skates 0

Peace

He unfolded the letter and blinked hard. Her body lay supine before him, and as he stood beside it, he read the words quickly, then over again slowly as he sank down on the...