She picked up the gun. It felt heavy and cold in her hands. The weight represented the gravity of what she was about to do. Was it murder? Wasn’t murder the deliberate and planned killing of another person? How could one murder oneself? Maybe it wasn’t her doing the killing. It was the monster inside of her.
Split it open
Chug it down
A bullet or liquid
My throat has been found
Screaming the burn
Killing my night
A cock might be choked
My hands on the ground
Thursday morning, the day of school. We lived in a suburban area, very safe and secrete. But that day, our school learned of its deep dark secrets. A shotgun in the closet of the school – hidden in the back. No one knew what it was for… but a note was attached to it, “There will come a day when all the students will know its threats – use this shotgun to defeat it.”
a shotgun wedding. One night of fun leads to years of being stuck with the wrong person. This could easily account for the high divorce rate in america.
“I call shotgun!” Danny laughed and ran to the passenger door as Clint shook his head.
“it’s YOUR car, Danny.”
“So? sometimes I just want to let someone else take control.” Danny winked.
Drink a beer. Shoot something. Scary. Shotgun wedding. My grandma dressed up as a shotgun bride for Haloween one time. I think it means you are pregnant so you have to get married real fast or else the guy who got you pregnant will get shot by your father. It’s actually pretty sexist when you think about it
shotgun wedding. I will take one right now. But that is because I think I am at the point where I feel like I should have been married or society thinks that I should be married. IDK but shotgun wedding is what I thought. or the gun my dad will use the shoot the groom. We bought him a really nice one for his birthday this year about time it got some use.
As I walked through the woods during the war all I could hear was the piercing sounds of the machine. it roared it ha a purpose it took over my body. it was long-lasting, forever,nerver to go away.
He called shotgun as we jumped in for the ride. I’m never sure why he a;ways wants to ride in the front but he seems to like it. I find it tedious to ride in the front without driving.
“Shotgun.”
“You have to be in sight of the car.
“I can see it from the window.”
“That’s cheating.”
“It’s adapting the rules to my favor.”
“You are so annoying.”
“You love it.”
“I do? I had no idea.”
“Admit it.”
“Stop.”
“SHOTGUN!” He screamed out at the top of his lungs, running full speed toward the front door of the truck. I just rolled my eyes and sighed. What an actual child.
I was severely injured, but still fought. I pulled out “Stolen Will” and blasted through the endless Bravo members. The Alpha guardians were about to lose, but I led them to victory and proceeded to draw from my special ammo until… “Guardian down.” The Alphas’ victory was prominent. We won.
Tilp planted his foot behind him, hauling the shotgun up to his shoulder. He had only shot one once, and that was quite a awhile ago. He brought it up, took in a couple deep breaths as he aimed, and then slowly pulled the trigger. The impact was stronger than he thought it would be and caused him to stumble back.
I always say shotgun to my brother and sister, but my brother complains and he gets it a lot. I love sitting in the front seat because I get to sit by my mom!
finish what you have started, he screamed.
there was a shotgun hanging on the wall, and it had been there from the start. she should have known; it was always the same, wasn’t it? she grabbed onto the blanket, pulling it roughly, and he didn’t bother to stop her – only cursed at her.
i haven’t started anything that you hadn’t gunned for to begin with, she replied, her fist tightening but not making a move to grab onto anything else than the thick woollen coverthrow she had just grabbed.
I was playing playbox and I used a shotgun to kill people. It was op because I was killing people in one shot. I think it’s because that jawn sprays bullets everywhere. I bet it hurts when you
a shotgun can be a weapon. my family and I use them around thanksgiving to shoot skeet off the back deck. most of the time each individual family brings their own.
Shotgun could stand for many things, including shotgun wedding and shotgun that you would use to shoot. It could also stand for using a shotgun to start something like a race. Shotgun is a word I’m trying to write about.
Ultimate control and also complete lack of it, you don’t have control, only the weapon that you hold. What you do with it depends on the situation. Depends on you. Depends on what you decide.
The gray metal nose of the barrel swung towards him as if sniffing him out of the darkness. Twin holes gleamed with oil. The barn door seemed to creek endlessly as it hung heavily on its hinges. The muscles in his legs jumped and strained along with the sound as he crouched low in the cab of the tractor.
shotgun, you see, Aria never fancied shotguns. They’re, well, handy and really nice to use in zombie survival games but in real life? they’re messy. and she knows she’s in deep mess, having one face to face to her.
A space of privilege
With too much room
For legs used to Economy
It’s small back there
I’m
Small up here
Insect wearing a seatbelt
Six legs contorted into a fetal position
The place they sit
Shrinks
Take the antennae off,
Tied into knots
I’m small
Everywhere
Lester came barreling down the hallway with a shotgun, and Jessica wore a bandolier as she fired shots into the screaming swarm. Her hands grew hot against the rubber grip of her AR-15, and she was grateful to be wearing heavy-duty gloves as each mindless grunt and shadow fell to the barrage of scorching steel and iron. Then she heard the floor rumble beneath her, and the maw of Hell opened wide.
A terrifying thing in the wrong hands. The size of the blast, the heat, and the acrid smell of smoke in the air. Buckshot through the trees, through flesh and bone.
Shotguns, more like epic guns. I want to blow my fucking head off. Do you like haikus? Fuck Jews 9/11, Fuck Kurt Cobain Columbine, Allahu Ackbar. I’m freaking out, man. Kaboom.
She picked up the gun. It felt heavy and cold in her hands. The weight represented the gravity of what she was about to do. Was it murder? Wasn’t murder the deliberate and planned killing of another person? How could one murder oneself? Maybe it wasn’t her doing the killing. It was the monster inside of her.
I held a shotgun to my head
(like everybody else)
but instead of shooting it,
I ate it whole.
I slipped on wallpaper
until my feet could no longer walk.
I ate the shotgun and my wallpaper
feet were satisfied.
Split it open
Chug it down
A bullet or liquid
My throat has been found
Screaming the burn
Killing my night
A cock might be choked
My hands on the ground
When you heard word shotgun, it brings terror in your mind.
She sits in the passenger seat, and he can’t take his eyes off of her.
Thursday morning, the day of school. We lived in a suburban area, very safe and secrete. But that day, our school learned of its deep dark secrets. A shotgun in the closet of the school – hidden in the back. No one knew what it was for… but a note was attached to it, “There will come a day when all the students will know its threats – use this shotgun to defeat it.”
The shotgun is a weapon. It shoots shells. It is very loud. It smells of gunpowder. it has a long barrel
a shotgun wedding. One night of fun leads to years of being stuck with the wrong person. This could easily account for the high divorce rate in america.
“I call shotgun!” Danny laughed and ran to the passenger door as Clint shook his head.
“it’s YOUR car, Danny.”
“So? sometimes I just want to let someone else take control.” Danny winked.
It blasts with a suddenness somehow unexpected
It forces you back
While the bullet moves onwards, faster, out
of your
control
like a living shotgun, poised and ready, barrel pointed right between my eyes. imagine living a life just like this
Drink a beer. Shoot something. Scary. Shotgun wedding. My grandma dressed up as a shotgun bride for Haloween one time. I think it means you are pregnant so you have to get married real fast or else the guy who got you pregnant will get shot by your father. It’s actually pretty sexist when you think about it
shotgun wedding. I will take one right now. But that is because I think I am at the point where I feel like I should have been married or society thinks that I should be married. IDK but shotgun wedding is what I thought. or the gun my dad will use the shoot the groom. We bought him a really nice one for his birthday this year about time it got some use.
“Shotgun!” called the youngest daughter.
The eldest daughter rolled her eyes, but pulled her hand off the car’s door handle, nonetheless. Rules are rules.
As I walked through the woods during the war all I could hear was the piercing sounds of the machine. it roared it ha a purpose it took over my body. it was long-lasting, forever,nerver to go away.
shotgun a word used by every sibling ever to try and snatch the front passenger seat.
I have a 12 gauge shotgun that I love to hunt deer with. I shoot a 00 buckshot out of it as well. It has a lot of power and kicks like a mule.
He called shotgun as we jumped in for the ride. I’m never sure why he a;ways wants to ride in the front but he seems to like it. I find it tedious to ride in the front without driving.
“Shotgun.”
“You have to be in sight of the car.
“I can see it from the window.”
“That’s cheating.”
“It’s adapting the rules to my favor.”
“You are so annoying.”
“You love it.”
“I do? I had no idea.”
“Admit it.”
“Stop.”
“SHOTGUN!” He screamed out at the top of his lungs, running full speed toward the front door of the truck. I just rolled my eyes and sighed. What an actual child.
I was severely injured, but still fought. I pulled out “Stolen Will” and blasted through the endless Bravo members. The Alpha guardians were about to lose, but I led them to victory and proceeded to draw from my special ammo until… “Guardian down.” The Alphas’ victory was prominent. We won.
Tilp planted his foot behind him, hauling the shotgun up to his shoulder. He had only shot one once, and that was quite a awhile ago. He brought it up, took in a couple deep breaths as he aimed, and then slowly pulled the trigger. The impact was stronger than he thought it would be and caused him to stumble back.
I always say shotgun to my brother and sister, but my brother complains and he gets it a lot. I love sitting in the front seat because I get to sit by my mom!
finish what you have started, he screamed.
there was a shotgun hanging on the wall, and it had been there from the start. she should have known; it was always the same, wasn’t it? she grabbed onto the blanket, pulling it roughly, and he didn’t bother to stop her – only cursed at her.
i haven’t started anything that you hadn’t gunned for to begin with, she replied, her fist tightening but not making a move to grab onto anything else than the thick woollen coverthrow she had just grabbed.
I was playing playbox and I used a shotgun to kill people. It was op because I was killing people in one shot. I think it’s because that jawn sprays bullets everywhere. I bet it hurts when you
a shotgun can be a weapon. my family and I use them around thanksgiving to shoot skeet off the back deck. most of the time each individual family brings their own.
John said shotgun as he wanted to get into the front seat of the car.It
Shotgun could stand for many things, including shotgun wedding and shotgun that you would use to shoot. It could also stand for using a shotgun to start something like a race. Shotgun is a word I’m trying to write about.
Double-barrel duplex auto is where it’s at. max damage.
Shotguns are one of the most deadly weapons known to mankind. They are very powerful and make such a huge impact that goes way beyond a bullet.
A weapon used for hundreds of years. There are many types of shotguns.
I tool of hunting , defense , and war. Invented long ago to inflict maximum damage on a target. Very effective on large groups or moving targets.
a long gun that fires bullets.
Ultimate control and also complete lack of it, you don’t have control, only the weapon that you hold. What you do with it depends on the situation. Depends on you. Depends on what you decide.
The gray metal nose of the barrel swung towards him as if sniffing him out of the darkness. Twin holes gleamed with oil. The barn door seemed to creek endlessly as it hung heavily on its hinges. The muscles in his legs jumped and strained along with the sound as he crouched low in the cab of the tractor.
shotgun, you see, Aria never fancied shotguns. They’re, well, handy and really nice to use in zombie survival games but in real life? they’re messy. and she knows she’s in deep mess, having one face to face to her.
well, life couldnt get worse, could it?
A space of privilege
With too much room
For legs used to Economy
It’s small back there
I’m
Small up here
Insect wearing a seatbelt
Six legs contorted into a fetal position
The place they sit
Shrinks
Take the antennae off,
Tied into knots
I’m small
Everywhere
Lester came barreling down the hallway with a shotgun, and Jessica wore a bandolier as she fired shots into the screaming swarm. Her hands grew hot against the rubber grip of her AR-15, and she was grateful to be wearing heavy-duty gloves as each mindless grunt and shadow fell to the barrage of scorching steel and iron. Then she heard the floor rumble beneath her, and the maw of Hell opened wide.
A terrifying thing in the wrong hands. The size of the blast, the heat, and the acrid smell of smoke in the air. Buckshot through the trees, through flesh and bone.
Shotguns, more like epic guns. I want to blow my fucking head off. Do you like haikus? Fuck Jews 9/11, Fuck Kurt Cobain Columbine, Allahu Ackbar. I’m freaking out, man. Kaboom.