“Rick!” Abraham exclaimed. Rick was sweating bullets; but the Saviors were right around the corner, armed & ready for war. “Gear up! We gotta take em’, but they take us down. Don’t let up. And keep grinding.” Rick shouted back.
“Rick!” Abraham exclaimed. Rick was sweating bullets: but the Saviors were right around the corner, armed & ready for war. “Gear up! We gotta take em’, but they take us down. Don’t let up. And keep grinding.” Rick shouted back.
All right, you slick bastard. Here’s how it’s going to go down. I’ve got three bullets left in my revolver. Now, you might think I’ll save the other two and just land the third right in the center of your forehead so the front of your face splits open like a watermelon. Nuh-uh. I’m going to use every single one of these sluggers on you. The first, I’ll put into your knee. Second, I’ll stick right in your left lung. And then, while you’re inhaling and exhaling clotted blood, I’ll use the last Musketeer right on your sweet spot – you’ll love it.
Like rain, they fell on the cracked streets of Kabul, and she was reminded briefly of the time she’d rescued the corpse of a child, still clinging to its math textbook, in Newtown. It made the hole in her shoulder that much easier to forget.
I look up to see i had run into a hulking mass of a man with a silly grin on his face, “hey there pretty lady whatcha running from?” he asked looking me up and down making me want to take a long shower and wash that gaze off off me. Another shot rings out and i panic as his face turns white in fear. “let me go.” i plead realizing he had grabbed my arm and trying to twist out of his grip, and looking behind me realizing how much distance i had lost on the man chasing me. He sneers, “so that’s whats chasing you.” well duh!! i think to myself knowing how slow he must be. “the police station is three blocks up the road, say stumpy sent you. Tell them whats going on.” I nod and reassess him thinking hes maybe not all that bad. Then he releases me and slaps my rear and i change my mind, thinking nope, hes a slime ball. And start running, again, not even bothering to look behind me to see what stumpys doing and whats going to happen. I cringe when i hear another shot ring out and a clang and it hits something metal.
Bullets fly through the air seeking their targets. The goal is a simple one: inflict damage. Is the infliction of damage a good or an evil? Can we make that di
They went flying all over the store. The young man had a pistol and he was firing all over the place. He struck severla people before he was tacj=keled to the ground by two men. They held him unitl
he would have taken a bullet for her, and he would have taken more than just the one for him — for without him, he’d not have known her at all. very well; he’d simply just … never tell her that. and anyway, when would he ever have to prove his claims?
he’d supposed he could take many bullets for her, too, really. once you stand in the way of the crossfire, if a second one comes, you don’t really get much of a choice, do you?
Actual bullets…. they can injure; they can leave scars; they can leave behind a lot of damage. They are destructive in most cases. Words can be bullets, too.
Bullets kill; no ifs or buts; it is brutal; it is final; but, how do you get Texas folks to understand that. With bullets, you need guns and that becomes the main concern.
I hate bullets. I would like to see a world with no bullets. If there were no bullets, there would not be wars or random shootings. People would be required to talk about their problems rather than shoot first and ask questions later.
She heard the shot and saw the blood. Screaming. Everywhere screaming. What is happening? Where did the shot come from? It was so fast. she was there one minute and gone the next.
It was hot. I was sweating bullets. I didn’t know what was going on around me, and I didn’t want to screw up. It showed in my face, and in my inability to answer simple questions. I didn’t want to be wrong. Wheat harvest in Kansas, the grain guys have a hard demeanor most times of year, but in the hot, humid Kansas sun, it was razor sharp.
the shower of the bullets came pouring down on him as she thought of how handsome his smile was as she saw him fall all those thoughts were shattered and she screamed for help thankfully he survived but he lived in a wheelchair the rest of his life and the shooter person was caught 1 mounth later
bullets
guns
wounded
blood
terrifying
death
scary
gone
Guns grasped by clones
bullets blasted breaking bones
wounded warriors weeping
so much Blood it was a pool that is creeping
Terrified terrors like a nightmare
doomed death drifted
scary screams were lifted
Gone like the wind so unrestricted
They are everywhere. On every continent, in every town and village. They are flying over deserts and through jungles; across crowded streets and into restaurants, hotels, movie theaters and schools. They are ending little children’s lives and young mens lives and old women’s lives and babies lives and animals’ lives. They are ending humanity and everything humanity loves. But they will never end the world. The earth will move on, without the bullets, rebuilding itself with sunlight and water and air and everything that God or whatever you believe in gave it. Earth, beautiful Earth, will someday be free of us and our bullets. We lose.
He put the bullets in the
gun. This is what
outlaws do right?
fight to the
death never feeling a ounce of
fear. They all gather at
highnoon in the streets to watch as the
Ten paces are taken and the gunslingers do what they do best.The
sadness felt by the family of the dead while they gather together around the dead to mourn.
safety is what this is all for, but none of its needed.
Or is it Greed?
Bullets are what started to drive me insane
Guns going off in May
People getting shot
Fire slowly crawling over the town
Dead bodies everywhere
This town covered in blood
Horrifying screams from all around
This is what war has found
Fear has overcome me now
there were very many bullets in the gun
the gun was the size of a tank
there were a lot of grenades too
grenades are a type of explosive
gas is used to ru n cars in a battle field
emps are used to knock enemeys out
guns make a big boom
although you have to reload at times
Bullets and killersare the same thing
breaking your flesh
and making you scream
holding you prisoner
in a whirlwind of pain
laughing as you bleed
they make you go insane
becoming a killer
that feeds on pain
The bullets rained down on the boys as they scattered from the outhouse they had just overturned. Who knew that a falling bullet could pick up such speed? All it took was one to hit an unintended target, a young boy, the son of the man who shot the gun.
Bullets can be dangerous. I really don’t like when people use guns. Why do we have to use bullets and kill each other. It is terrible that people want to bring guns in buildings. They should not be allowed. Guns hurt others and bullets are parts of guns.
a box of .bullets was in one hand and a
.guns in the other
out the door i went and .hunting i would go
i brought a .cuddle buddy since it was so cold
.love is in the air and
.forever i will be
.always you are mine and always i am yours
.together forever and always together
Bullets are very hurtful
Guns going off like there is no tomorrow
People getting shot
Fire slowly crawling over the town
Dead bodies everywhere
This town covered in blood
Horrifying screams from all around
This is what war has found
Fear has overcome me now
There were a hail of bullets that zipped through the trees,
But I guess that happens when you shoot at someone with
handgun while their holding a Assault Rifle. After that attracted
attention I decided just to leave my assassin wounded, just so he got the point.
There would be more but that was the hard part the rest will be child’s play.
The word Bullets makes people think about
Guns and they think about the worst things
of a War which includes the massive
Explosions that shakes the Earth,
but they forget about the Peace Treaty that can be made
and the Peace that follows the war,
Democracy always prevails against any enemy
and the people remain as Happy as a cat with catnip
there was one bullet in a gun
you had to spin the chamber
then you had to stick the gun to your head
and you had to pull the the trigger
and you pray that that one bullet was not in the chamber that you pulled the trigger on
and if you did not die you pass the gun on to the next person
and he had to do the same thing that you did pull the trigger
then the next guy died and you won
so you took every thing he had which was not much
so you robbed his house for everything else
the sound of the bullets whizzes
they are like a sweet sound of a summer morning
the bullets rain at bad but some times good
it makes sweet memories but some tear people apart
The bullets flew by me, scaring me so bad I had to hit the ground. I could hear them being fried from the gun. I had no idea where they were coming from or why they were being fired. This was a foreign experience for me. I’ve never been around any guns ever, so this was really scary.
Bullets
gun
hunting
deer
food
turkey
hogs
live
I got to get some bullets
I need to grab my gun
I’m going hunting
Hopeful i get a deer
Food on the table
Also some turkey
Maybe a hog
Rember you don’t live to eat you eat to live
Bullets are killing our children, our mother and our fathers. They are destructive beasts of habit that are meant to tear down and destroy, or is that man?
I don’t like guns. I don’t think we should have to live in a world where everyone has to carry a gun to feel safe. I feel we increase the chances of dying by a gun when we carry guns.
Flying, flying, crashing through air. Burning ripping holes in dark clothing and stains spreading through the streets. Flames and destruction tearing through the night.
“Rick!” Abraham exclaimed. Rick was sweating bullets; but the Saviors were right around the corner, armed & ready for war. “Gear up! We gotta take em’, but they take us down. Don’t let up. And keep grinding.” Rick shouted back.
“Rick!” Abraham exclaimed. Rick was sweating bullets: but the Saviors were right around the corner, armed & ready for war. “Gear up! We gotta take em’, but they take us down. Don’t let up. And keep grinding.” Rick shouted back.
He took five bullets to the chest, because he had tried to steal their fortune.
All right, you slick bastard. Here’s how it’s going to go down. I’ve got three bullets left in my revolver. Now, you might think I’ll save the other two and just land the third right in the center of your forehead so the front of your face splits open like a watermelon. Nuh-uh. I’m going to use every single one of these sluggers on you. The first, I’ll put into your knee. Second, I’ll stick right in your left lung. And then, while you’re inhaling and exhaling clotted blood, I’ll use the last Musketeer right on your sweet spot – you’ll love it.
Like rain, they fell on the cracked streets of Kabul, and she was reminded briefly of the time she’d rescued the corpse of a child, still clinging to its math textbook, in Newtown. It made the hole in her shoulder that much easier to forget.
I look up to see i had run into a hulking mass of a man with a silly grin on his face, “hey there pretty lady whatcha running from?” he asked looking me up and down making me want to take a long shower and wash that gaze off off me. Another shot rings out and i panic as his face turns white in fear. “let me go.” i plead realizing he had grabbed my arm and trying to twist out of his grip, and looking behind me realizing how much distance i had lost on the man chasing me. He sneers, “so that’s whats chasing you.” well duh!! i think to myself knowing how slow he must be. “the police station is three blocks up the road, say stumpy sent you. Tell them whats going on.” I nod and reassess him thinking hes maybe not all that bad. Then he releases me and slaps my rear and i change my mind, thinking nope, hes a slime ball. And start running, again, not even bothering to look behind me to see what stumpys doing and whats going to happen. I cringe when i hear another shot ring out and a clang and it hits something metal.
Bullets fly through the air seeking their targets. The goal is a simple one: inflict damage. Is the infliction of damage a good or an evil? Can we make that di
I was racing to the monkey bars, and bullets were richoting around me. I dropped to the ground and began to crawl toward the tree line.
They went flying all over the store. The young man had a pistol and he was firing all over the place. He struck severla people before he was tacj=keled to the ground by two men. They held him unitl
he would have taken a bullet for her, and he would have taken more than just the one for him — for without him, he’d not have known her at all. very well; he’d simply just … never tell her that. and anyway, when would he ever have to prove his claims?
he’d supposed he could take many bullets for her, too, really. once you stand in the way of the crossfire, if a second one comes, you don’t really get much of a choice, do you?
Good and bad. Bullets hit people and create sadness, tragedy. Hunters use them to keep animal populations in check and maintian healthy herds.
Actual bullets…. they can injure; they can leave scars; they can leave behind a lot of damage. They are destructive in most cases. Words can be bullets, too.
Bullets kill; no ifs or buts; it is brutal; it is final; but, how do you get Texas folks to understand that. With bullets, you need guns and that becomes the main concern.
I hate bullets. I would like to see a world with no bullets. If there were no bullets, there would not be wars or random shootings. People would be required to talk about their problems rather than shoot first and ask questions later.
She heard the shot and saw the blood. Screaming. Everywhere screaming. What is happening? Where did the shot come from? It was so fast. she was there one minute and gone the next.
bullets are made out of metal and come in different calibers. They are
It was hot. I was sweating bullets. I didn’t know what was going on around me, and I didn’t want to screw up. It showed in my face, and in my inability to answer simple questions. I didn’t want to be wrong. Wheat harvest in Kansas, the grain guys have a hard demeanor most times of year, but in the hot, humid Kansas sun, it was razor sharp.
the shower of the bullets came pouring down on him as she thought of how handsome his smile was as she saw him fall all those thoughts were shattered and she screamed for help thankfully he survived but he lived in a wheelchair the rest of his life and the shooter person was caught 1 mounth later
bullets
guns
wounded
blood
terrifying
death
scary
gone
Guns grasped by clones
bullets blasted breaking bones
wounded warriors weeping
so much Blood it was a pool that is creeping
Terrified terrors like a nightmare
doomed death drifted
scary screams were lifted
Gone like the wind so unrestricted
They are everywhere. On every continent, in every town and village. They are flying over deserts and through jungles; across crowded streets and into restaurants, hotels, movie theaters and schools. They are ending little children’s lives and young mens lives and old women’s lives and babies lives and animals’ lives. They are ending humanity and everything humanity loves. But they will never end the world. The earth will move on, without the bullets, rebuilding itself with sunlight and water and air and everything that God or whatever you believe in gave it. Earth, beautiful Earth, will someday be free of us and our bullets. We lose.
He put the bullets in the
gun. This is what
outlaws do right?
fight to the
death never feeling a ounce of
fear. They all gather at
highnoon in the streets to watch as the
Ten paces are taken and the gunslingers do what they do best.The
sadness felt by the family of the dead while they gather together around the dead to mourn.
safety is what this is all for, but none of its needed.
Or is it Greed?
Bullets are what started to drive me insane
Guns going off in May
People getting shot
Fire slowly crawling over the town
Dead bodies everywhere
This town covered in blood
Horrifying screams from all around
This is what war has found
Fear has overcome me now
there were very many bullets in the gun
the gun was the size of a tank
there were a lot of grenades too
grenades are a type of explosive
gas is used to ru n cars in a battle field
emps are used to knock enemeys out
guns make a big boom
although you have to reload at times
Bullets and killersare the same thing
breaking your flesh
and making you scream
holding you prisoner
in a whirlwind of pain
laughing as you bleed
they make you go insane
becoming a killer
that feeds on pain
The bullets rained down on the boys as they scattered from the outhouse they had just overturned. Who knew that a falling bullet could pick up such speed? All it took was one to hit an unintended target, a young boy, the son of the man who shot the gun.
Bullets can be dangerous. I really don’t like when people use guns. Why do we have to use bullets and kill each other. It is terrible that people want to bring guns in buildings. They should not be allowed. Guns hurt others and bullets are parts of guns.
a box of .bullets was in one hand and a
.guns in the other
out the door i went and .hunting i would go
i brought a .cuddle buddy since it was so cold
.love is in the air and
.forever i will be
.always you are mine and always i am yours
.together forever and always together
Bullets are very hurtful
Guns going off like there is no tomorrow
People getting shot
Fire slowly crawling over the town
Dead bodies everywhere
This town covered in blood
Horrifying screams from all around
This is what war has found
Fear has overcome me now
There were a hail of bullets that zipped through the trees,
But I guess that happens when you shoot at someone with
handgun while their holding a Assault Rifle. After that attracted
attention I decided just to leave my assassin wounded, just so he got the point.
There would be more but that was the hard part the rest will be child’s play.
The word Bullets makes people think about
Guns and they think about the worst things
of a War which includes the massive
Explosions that shakes the Earth,
but they forget about the Peace Treaty that can be made
and the Peace that follows the war,
Democracy always prevails against any enemy
and the people remain as Happy as a cat with catnip
there was one bullet in a gun
you had to spin the chamber
then you had to stick the gun to your head
and you had to pull the the trigger
and you pray that that one bullet was not in the chamber that you pulled the trigger on
and if you did not die you pass the gun on to the next person
and he had to do the same thing that you did pull the trigger
then the next guy died and you won
so you took every thing he had which was not much
so you robbed his house for everything else
the sound of the bullets whizzes
they are like a sweet sound of a summer morning
the bullets rain at bad but some times good
it makes sweet memories but some tear people apart
the bullet perced camerons buttock he screamed like a girl he went to the hospital and ate icecream
The bullets flew by me, scaring me so bad I had to hit the ground. I could hear them being fried from the gun. I had no idea where they were coming from or why they were being fired. This was a foreign experience for me. I’ve never been around any guns ever, so this was really scary.
Bullets
gun
hunting
deer
food
turkey
hogs
live
I got to get some bullets
I need to grab my gun
I’m going hunting
Hopeful i get a deer
Food on the table
Also some turkey
Maybe a hog
Rember you don’t live to eat you eat to live
Shouting out the end of the gun.
Breaking through the air.
Big bomb cracking in the night.
The hunter loaded bullets into the clip
He looked for the trail of red crystal blood to help him track his prey
Bullets are killing our children, our mother and our fathers. They are destructive beasts of habit that are meant to tear down and destroy, or is that man?
I don’t like guns. I don’t think we should have to live in a world where everyone has to carry a gun to feel safe. I feel we increase the chances of dying by a gun when we carry guns.
Flying, flying, crashing through air. Burning ripping holes in dark clothing and stains spreading through the streets. Flames and destruction tearing through the night.