I don’t like this word I don’t like anything to do with guns I wish they were all banned. what is it about shooting people that gets some people so excited? It doesn’t do anything for me. But I guess if we didn’t have guns, people would kills each other with butter knives? So it wouldn’t stop killing, just slow it down…
The shootout at the local theater was intense. Allen couldn’t believe his eyes a he walked back from work to see policemen unloading on an old truck the rogue gunman was using for cover.
Sometimes I wanna shootout. I wanna grab a blade and stick it in someone’s gut,ya know? Like how life sticks it to you when you least expect it. I’m going to make my life better than that.
Shoot out is deadly.
Shoot out is painful.
Shoot out is horror.
Shoot out is devastating.
Shoot out is not kind.
Shoot out is heart wrenching.
Shoot out is terrifying.
Shoot out is life changing.
They stood between the old car and a dog his way toward his last breath. They stood with guns in their hands. The stood with blood in their veins, listening to the sound of each other’s beating hearts.
They waited for a twitch. A thought. A sound. An idea. A reason.
walk inside a room just to find out the dark gloom, that is the shootout that consumes, every student, every teacher, one girl tried to run but the darkness reached her. nothing could be done and nothing was ever fun but i guess thats life once the sun begins to run.
There was a shootout in my neighborhood last night. I was so scared. At first I thought it was just fireworks because it really does sound that way at first. You’d only know that though if you’ve heard shots fired before. But there was screaming too, and that really tipped me off that it wasn’t fireworks.
I had the basket of bread. All eyes were on me. All I had to do was feed the large monster and the sword of triumph would be mine. Suddenly, a hair got in my eye. Like one of those enormous lashes that you just can’t get out. Before I knew it, the monster ate me and the basket of bread. I guess the sword of triumph will have to go to the next shooter.
shooting the shots of tomorrow without hesitating and without any doubt. I’d do it and I’d recommend you to do it too. Do it. Just do. I promise it’s gonna be worth it! Shoot! That’s what I’d say!
The two of them stood there with their hands to their sides. Neither moved at first. Suddenly there was a loud bang and both of them shook, then checked each one’s private parts. To their right, a young man fell to the ground. Confused, they looked at each other and shrugged.
I love to shoot with my precious three hundred gun and shoot at the animals so that our family can have a nice meals out of it. I enjoy shooting birds because they are hard to shoot and it is delicious.
Makes me think of the old western days; cowboys and mustangs and their old fashion ways. Yet it also makes me think of a terrible crime scene, possible one at a public place, one such as a super market or a small consignment store… or those old games at carnivals and amusement parks where you must shoot out the red stars for a prize.. it makes me think of nothing of real significance, just guns, and shooting, and pain..
shootout. In hockey, I’ve seen a bunch since I’m canadian. I think theyre unfair. just make more time. when i was little it sounded like a bad word. like involving guns. in some cases, it does.
I hate you. I’m going to shoot you. it’s okay if you shoot back. I understand. I would shoot at me too. But you deserve it. I fucking hate you. I hope you die, slowly. That only one bullet hits you in each body part and slowly but surely you bleed out. or I poison the bullets and it kills you. I HATE you. Lets have a shooutout.
The explosions rang out in deafening roars as the man dodged behind a nearby boulder. A mix of gunpowder and kerosene filled the air, choking his nostrils with their rank scent. It was as if everything had been obliterated in a single instant.
Old west, long ago, meeting in the center of town life comes to a turning point. Everything flashes in front of their faces, could this be the end? Survival is paramount! Looking him in the eye, reading his every move. I must be quick… will I be quicker?
Man vs. man. In the Mojave desert. Wooden saloon. Tumbleweed blowing in the wind. Stand off. Last man standing. Whistling in the wind. A buzzard circling up above. Reminds me of Clint Eastwood. Gun slingers. Gun registry. Should Canada abolish the long arm registry? Yes – criminals will always get their hands on a weapon, and usually through illegal means. The long arm registry will not assist with regulating long arm use.
Kevin held up his gun, finger on the trigger. Kelsie looked at him, her eyes filled with tears. This wasn’t happening, Kevin would never do this to her.
The shot rang out over the barren hills. Kevin screamed.
Kyle leaned against her shoulder behind the pile of crates as he reloaded. “Sarah, why did you have to knock over his milkshake?” he asked.
Sarah scowled at him. “He touched my ass! What was I supposed to do!”
He groaned and began to return fire. Of course she would offend an outlaw!
there was a shootout at the courthouse the other day. seriously. cops with guns and gunshots ringing through the air. honestly didn’t know where the gunman was or if that was my last day on earth. totally puts things into perspective for me. a really scary thing that I purposefully didn’t want to think about. I’m growing up and it’s time to make decisions that will last long term.
A shootout is something that happens sometimes when people are mad at each other and want to kill each other, specifically with guns. It is powered by resentment, anger, and bitterness towards another person, and often results in critical injury or death. This is a very dangerous activity, and should not be tried at home.
Shootout was the greatest day of my life, the shootout was of my first movie. It was a great hit. I was very nervous when we started the shooting. See, what a co incidence was it! The movie’s name was also Shootout.
when I get jealous, I get angry. I want the word to know it, so I head to my favourite social network and tell anyone who’ll listen, I’M PISSED. I love when my boyfriend sees it, because most of the time it’s about him. He doesn’t know how to have a girlfriend. Here I go again, shooting my mouth off.
A shootout. I’m not really sure what that is, but when I hear the word I instantly think of cowboys and the wild west. Maybe that’s because I’m from Texas. I’ve never shot a shotgun before, nor have I ever gone hunting. A good friend of mine goes hunting often, and she has a ranch down south.
A bar was being held hostage by Mr. Lawrence; and there was a shootout.. and a big one at that. bang bang!!! dead.. no ones safe.. but then a girl came.. r we saved? or r things worse?
western civilization was kind of weird. Very low law towns,almost no federal government. What years was the cliched Wild West based on anyways? 1800’s? I see no mention of the constitution or civil war…..
Don’t do it, Mark. Just stop and think about what you’re doing. Think of Salinger, think of his words, they were never meant to take you this far. You are destroying peace, just a little, by not only ruining your life and taking another’s, but by leaving a whole generation with what could have been and never knowing how peace sounded.
The plasma came out in a big shootout-it was almost violent. The orange and yellow sparks shot towards the starts, and the rocks began to crumble. As the boulders fell and turned to dust, everything suddenly became grimy and blurry. It was a fog.
I close my eyes, and see every possible senario he could go through. Why did it have to my brother? Why couldn’t it just be someone else. I don’t want him to go over there into that massive shootout of a war.
I don’t like this word I don’t like anything to do with guns I wish they were all banned. what is it about shooting people that gets some people so excited? It doesn’t do anything for me. But I guess if we didn’t have guns, people would kills each other with butter knives? So it wouldn’t stop killing, just slow it down…
The shootout at the local theater was intense. Allen couldn’t believe his eyes a he walked back from work to see policemen unloading on an old truck the rogue gunman was using for cover.
i dont know what exactly does it mean or i know this is bad word to kill so
Sometimes I wanna shootout. I wanna grab a blade and stick it in someone’s gut,ya know? Like how life sticks it to you when you least expect it. I’m going to make my life better than that.
Shoot out is deadly.
Shoot out is painful.
Shoot out is horror.
Shoot out is devastating.
Shoot out is not kind.
Shoot out is heart wrenching.
Shoot out is terrifying.
Shoot out is life changing.
They stood between the old car and a dog his way toward his last breath. They stood with guns in their hands. The stood with blood in their veins, listening to the sound of each other’s beating hearts.
They waited for a twitch. A thought. A sound. An idea. A reason.
walk inside a room just to find out the dark gloom, that is the shootout that consumes, every student, every teacher, one girl tried to run but the darkness reached her. nothing could be done and nothing was ever fun but i guess thats life once the sun begins to run.
There was a shootout in my neighborhood last night. I was so scared. At first I thought it was just fireworks because it really does sound that way at first. You’d only know that though if you’ve heard shots fired before. But there was screaming too, and that really tipped me off that it wasn’t fireworks.
I had the basket of bread. All eyes were on me. All I had to do was feed the large monster and the sword of triumph would be mine. Suddenly, a hair got in my eye. Like one of those enormous lashes that you just can’t get out. Before I knew it, the monster ate me and the basket of bread. I guess the sword of triumph will have to go to the next shooter.
shooting the shots of tomorrow without hesitating and without any doubt. I’d do it and I’d recommend you to do it too. Do it. Just do. I promise it’s gonna be worth it! Shoot! That’s what I’d say!
The two of them stood there with their hands to their sides. Neither moved at first. Suddenly there was a loud bang and both of them shook, then checked each one’s private parts. To their right, a young man fell to the ground. Confused, they looked at each other and shrugged.
I love to shoot with my precious three hundred gun and shoot at the animals so that our family can have a nice meals out of it. I enjoy shooting birds because they are hard to shoot and it is delicious.
Makes me think of the old western days; cowboys and mustangs and their old fashion ways. Yet it also makes me think of a terrible crime scene, possible one at a public place, one such as a super market or a small consignment store… or those old games at carnivals and amusement parks where you must shoot out the red stars for a prize.. it makes me think of nothing of real significance, just guns, and shooting, and pain..
shootout. In hockey, I’ve seen a bunch since I’m canadian. I think theyre unfair. just make more time. when i was little it sounded like a bad word. like involving guns. in some cases, it does.
I hate you. I’m going to shoot you. it’s okay if you shoot back. I understand. I would shoot at me too. But you deserve it. I fucking hate you. I hope you die, slowly. That only one bullet hits you in each body part and slowly but surely you bleed out. or I poison the bullets and it kills you. I HATE you. Lets have a shooutout.
The explosions rang out in deafening roars as the man dodged behind a nearby boulder. A mix of gunpowder and kerosene filled the air, choking his nostrils with their rank scent. It was as if everything had been obliterated in a single instant.
Old west, long ago, meeting in the center of town life comes to a turning point. Everything flashes in front of their faces, could this be the end? Survival is paramount! Looking him in the eye, reading his every move. I must be quick… will I be quicker?
I was in the bar for maybe an hour when this woman walked up and started talking to me.
Haunted everything without interruption from the outside thoughts.
Shootout
Once again
He stood there in anguish about the scene upon him.
Later, he said.
Man vs. man. In the Mojave desert. Wooden saloon. Tumbleweed blowing in the wind. Stand off. Last man standing. Whistling in the wind. A buzzard circling up above. Reminds me of Clint Eastwood. Gun slingers. Gun registry. Should Canada abolish the long arm registry? Yes – criminals will always get their hands on a weapon, and usually through illegal means. The long arm registry will not assist with regulating long arm use.
Shootout.what is a shootout? For some reason i got reminded of what happened at Virginia Tech..:'(
There is a difference when you love the one crouching behind you, he thought.
Putting down the gun, shielding heads and faces, pushing from behind, yelling, “Run, run!”
Those were once cowardly things, but no longer.
Kevin held up his gun, finger on the trigger. Kelsie looked at him, her eyes filled with tears. This wasn’t happening, Kevin would never do this to her.
The shot rang out over the barren hills. Kevin screamed.
Kyle leaned against her shoulder behind the pile of crates as he reloaded. “Sarah, why did you have to knock over his milkshake?” he asked.
Sarah scowled at him. “He touched my ass! What was I supposed to do!”
He groaned and began to return fire. Of course she would offend an outlaw!
A total shootout with myself in the mirror. Seeing myself at gunpoint makes me realize my underlying fears.
it was a shootout
not with guns
with cucumbers
they, normally so soft
it is without them we are
wanting
there was a shootout at the courthouse the other day. seriously. cops with guns and gunshots ringing through the air. honestly didn’t know where the gunman was or if that was my last day on earth. totally puts things into perspective for me. a really scary thing that I purposefully didn’t want to think about. I’m growing up and it’s time to make decisions that will last long term.
A shootout is something that happens sometimes when people are mad at each other and want to kill each other, specifically with guns. It is powered by resentment, anger, and bitterness towards another person, and often results in critical injury or death. This is a very dangerous activity, and should not be tried at home.
Shootout was the greatest day of my life, the shootout was of my first movie. It was a great hit. I was very nervous when we started the shooting. See, what a co incidence was it! The movie’s name was also Shootout.
when I get jealous, I get angry. I want the word to know it, so I head to my favourite social network and tell anyone who’ll listen, I’M PISSED. I love when my boyfriend sees it, because most of the time it’s about him. He doesn’t know how to have a girlfriend. Here I go again, shooting my mouth off.
A shootout. I’m not really sure what that is, but when I hear the word I instantly think of cowboys and the wild west. Maybe that’s because I’m from Texas. I’ve never shot a shotgun before, nor have I ever gone hunting. A good friend of mine goes hunting often, and she has a ranch down south.
A bar was being held hostage by Mr. Lawrence; and there was a shootout.. and a big one at that. bang bang!!! dead.. no ones safe.. but then a girl came.. r we saved? or r things worse?
This is it.I,don of the world is going to a war which leads future generation to shootout zombies get ready, you will deny the battle.
western civilization was kind of weird. Very low law towns,almost no federal government. What years was the cliched Wild West based on anyways? 1800’s? I see no mention of the constitution or civil war…..
Don’t do it, Mark. Just stop and think about what you’re doing. Think of Salinger, think of his words, they were never meant to take you this far. You are destroying peace, just a little, by not only ruining your life and taking another’s, but by leaving a whole generation with what could have been and never knowing how peace sounded.
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The plasma came out in a big shootout-it was almost violent. The orange and yellow sparks shot towards the starts, and the rocks began to crumble. As the boulders fell and turned to dust, everything suddenly became grimy and blurry. It was a fog.
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I close my eyes, and see every possible senario he could go through. Why did it have to my brother? Why couldn’t it just be someone else. I don’t want him to go over there into that massive shootout of a war.