Everything was played in my mind like an old-fashined 20’s shootout. Two captains, shooting each other over turf. Except there were no guns and no one was wearing a zoot suit. Just two jealous girls fighting over a tall blonde.
No time left on the clock. Everyone is on their feet. There is tension in the air, tension you can touch, palpable tension. Everything depends on this moment.
The goblin looked up, and ducked as five bullets went over his head. “Crap. I think they’re still there.”
He turned to his dwarf partner. “What you suggestin’?”
The dwarf shrugged, reloading his crossbow. “I say we make a break for it.”
“It’d be a lot easier if the men with the rifles would leave us be!” The goblin nocked an arrow to his bow. “I don’t think they will, though.”
into the blue wide nothing paper white sky arms outstretched wind on your throat chills your chest it rolls through you and tumbles into your limbs like icy water.
Two people are facing each other. They draw their guns. Exhaling, the winter’s air forming before their eyes. He draws his gun, she draws hers. He coughs, she shoots.
shootout. amanda wondered. what did it mean? shootout. shooting outside? shooting a lot of people at once? then, she saw a shootout going on outside. interesting. she went back to her book.
there was a man…. sitting on the side of the road. Car races by. Lights blur. Loud noise. BAM. He was shot at. Little do the people in the car know that he himself was packing the heat. Pulls it out. BAM BAM. Everyone’s shooting. People are running. screams.
I always knew this could only end one way. We could only ever go out in a blaze of mutually afflicted blaze of glory. You smile with a trail of blood curling down the crook of your mouth and for a second I think maybe I’ve already been hit because I swear I can see my life flashing before my eyes, or maybe it’s just my time with you.
BANG! went the gun,
And from it i run.
Forever on my way,
Forever trying to escape.
But the shootout inside me,
Keeps my mind on full speed.
Because today, i am running.
Because away, i am running.
The shootout between the ex and the current will hopefully never happen, why should it?
Two loves but was the first real?
I just want to be there for you.
The End.
loving is hard when it gets desperate. the man came in, and it was quite sudden actually. it was gone within the instant. can I really still love a man after the things I have seen him do? it’s a hard decision, I’m telling you.
Huh? Um, okay. Well there’s this shelf of ‘westerns’ at the local library I saw today. Gathering much dust. I kind of like westerns but they’re all the same. Hoop skirts and shootouts and bar brawls and horse races. And those wacky Native Americans *rolls eyes*
the shootout scene in that john depp movie was just so out of here for me. Public enemies, a movie Id gladly see again. Not for the shootouts only but I just love the actors and their roles.
The old west was an amzing place where such things could occor like these shoot outs. It was on that day taht rick the viper got his gun handed to him in a duel by the ashly aliance memeber Tube. All that we know of that day is that it was epic
AUGH! WHY DO I KEEP GETTING SHOOTOUT? ITS NOT LIKE I LIKE THE WORD!GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
look out, they’re over there.
damn, he’s shooting at us!
How many bullets you got?
a clip of 12
Let’s use them carefully
Stick your head out and shoot when you see him.
ok
Got him!
shootout. where I come from, it doesn’t mean cowboys and Indians. it means gangs in stolen cars. shooting innocent people. losing someone who means the world to you to a stranger.
I don’t know what to write, because she is the only thing in my head right now. I need her wrapped around me again, I need to be wrapped around her again. Her lips and her hands. I need those things all over me again. This has nothing to do with a shootout but oh hell.
“A basketbal shootout, huh?” he said. “Well, I don’t think you’d just forget about her by doing that,” his friend said. He smiled and said, “At least I know if I can’t get a ball in, she was always in my mind until now. I know I still love her.”
It was 4 o clock in the morning and I began screaming at the top of my lungs… shots were fired… sirens rang out.. the police came thrashing down the street on foot. and babies were crying. her mother ran over to the window and shut the curtain so no one could see inside. she held the baby tight in her arms and caressed her head. shots continued to pour out. and what could anybody do or say. all they could do is wait. a bomb had dropped….. and then another… and another… planes were flying around the compound and all stood in fear and panic. all anyone could do is wait.. as time slowly crept on they huddled closer and closer together. as the bombs dropped louder and louder around their houses. they were under attack and all they could do is wait. so the mother sang to her children in the pale light gleaming from the moon. tears ran down her eyes as they all waited in fear
A girl walks into a laundry mat. A local laundry mat. A laundry mat that she has been going to for years. It’s not the same today, something is just not the same. It feels dangerous, but for what reason? She doesn’t know…yet.
It was like a gun show in my head everyday since he died. Everything was just a lot of noise and a lot of light. I didn’t know what to do besides re act on impulse to all the things happening at once.
bang pow guns. two lone cowboys stand to face one another as they draw their weapons. each knows there will be only a single survivor. it is all they can think about. it consumes them until there is nothing left and then they shoot.
the boys were tied. 4 to 4. only 2 were even dry. but they all had sweat on their brows. This was a fight to the death. A fight few had one and many had attempted. This fight was against all odds. The guns were filled with nothing but water.
guns fly and there is a sound in the air. before I know it I look down at my body and there’s blood. Still dust settles but is still caught up in the air. That is when I start to see the man who has just shot me.
there was an old deperado in the middle of town desperate to start some trouble. sensing his evil intent the good sheriff came out to protect his people, but to no avail. seeing only the sheriff in front of him the desperado attacked. Fortunately good triumphed over evil.
BANG BANG BANG! Bullets flying, men falling, the sky littered with the the smoke of gunpowder and the ground littered with rounds. How long will this last?
Back in the day, when horses were the preferred method of transportation, and snakeskin and leather the preferred attire, the country was covered with people who called themselves the cowboy. They rode around on the leather covered backs of their beloved horses, with snakeskin boots on their feets and larger than life cowboy hats residing on their heads. And when the sun went down and the lizards and coyotes came out in the warm night air of the back country west, the cowboys came out to play.
They, not unlike many of their forefathers in the past, resolved their issues through violence and guns. With the sun to their backs and sweat covered faces towards each other, they would each draw out their most prized possesion, their handgun, and shoot. They would shoot until either one, or both of them were shotout. And whomever survived this shootout, if either one of them made it out alive, would take home the victory and the glory. Off into the sunset the lone cowboy would ride, with his gun by his side and his victory in hand.
it won’t be a draw. there’s no way. one winner, one loser. one man walks away. one man gets the girl. like in the old western movies, but this is no movie. this is my life. this is how i live. i can’t fear anything. i just walk out on that street and look him in the goddamn eye and i shoot for all i’m worth.
The guns were blazing. The spurs were spinning. The horses were long gone. It was a massacre. Blood and whiskey everywhere. The sheriff had gone wrong and I was the only one left.
I have probably witnessed more shootouts in hockey than any other. Most of the games I have been to have ended in a shootout, but usually with my team winning – so I guess I’m good luck for them
Everything was played in my mind like an old-fashined 20’s shootout. Two captains, shooting each other over turf. Except there were no guns and no one was wearing a zoot suit. Just two jealous girls fighting over a tall blonde.
No time left on the clock. Everyone is on their feet. There is tension in the air, tension you can touch, palpable tension. Everything depends on this moment.
The goblin looked up, and ducked as five bullets went over his head. “Crap. I think they’re still there.”
He turned to his dwarf partner. “What you suggestin’?”
The dwarf shrugged, reloading his crossbow. “I say we make a break for it.”
“It’d be a lot easier if the men with the rifles would leave us be!” The goblin nocked an arrow to his bow. “I don’t think they will, though.”
into the blue wide nothing paper white sky arms outstretched wind on your throat chills your chest it rolls through you and tumbles into your limbs like icy water.
Two people are facing each other. They draw their guns. Exhaling, the winter’s air forming before their eyes. He draws his gun, she draws hers. He coughs, she shoots.
I watched as he pulled the gun out of his backpack. I watched ask he shot the kid that he thought hd bullied him. I watched ask he killed himself.
shootout. amanda wondered. what did it mean? shootout. shooting outside? shooting a lot of people at once? then, she saw a shootout going on outside. interesting. she went back to her book.
there was a man…. sitting on the side of the road. Car races by. Lights blur. Loud noise. BAM. He was shot at. Little do the people in the car know that he himself was packing the heat. Pulls it out. BAM BAM. Everyone’s shooting. People are running. screams.
I always knew this could only end one way. We could only ever go out in a blaze of mutually afflicted blaze of glory. You smile with a trail of blood curling down the crook of your mouth and for a second I think maybe I’ve already been hit because I swear I can see my life flashing before my eyes, or maybe it’s just my time with you.
BANG! went the gun,
And from it i run.
Forever on my way,
Forever trying to escape.
But the shootout inside me,
Keeps my mind on full speed.
Because today, i am running.
Because away, i am running.
The shootout between the ex and the current will hopefully never happen, why should it?
Two loves but was the first real?
I just want to be there for you.
The End.
loving is hard when it gets desperate. the man came in, and it was quite sudden actually. it was gone within the instant. can I really still love a man after the things I have seen him do? it’s a hard decision, I’m telling you.
Huh? Um, okay. Well there’s this shelf of ‘westerns’ at the local library I saw today. Gathering much dust. I kind of like westerns but they’re all the same. Hoop skirts and shootouts and bar brawls and horse races. And those wacky Native Americans *rolls eyes*
a shootout between him and i, boy and girl. But I don’t want to fight. I hesitate. He shoots. My love cost me my life.
i want to shoutout to the world that I’m different. and Alive. and Here.
But am I really?
the shootout scene in that john depp movie was just so out of here for me. Public enemies, a movie Id gladly see again. Not for the shootouts only but I just love the actors and their roles.
one, two, three: they were going underground. pale and sallow, descending into the dim corridor. the door closed behind him.
they went down, and down, and down. their children, born in bloody beds, never knew there was an up.
The old west was an amzing place where such things could occor like these shoot outs. It was on that day taht rick the viper got his gun handed to him in a duel by the ashly aliance memeber Tube. All that we know of that day is that it was epic
wild west gunslingers deadwood cowboys indians high noon john wayne clint eastwood robert duval town
AUGH! WHY DO I KEEP GETTING SHOOTOUT? ITS NOT LIKE I LIKE THE WORD!GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
look out, they’re over there.
damn, he’s shooting at us!
How many bullets you got?
a clip of 12
Let’s use them carefully
Stick your head out and shoot when you see him.
ok
Got him!
shootout. where I come from, it doesn’t mean cowboys and Indians. it means gangs in stolen cars. shooting innocent people. losing someone who means the world to you to a stranger.
shootout. the worst word you can think of. its death.its sorrow. its gangs.its love.its evrey thing bad. its losing a loved one .
I don’t know what to write, because she is the only thing in my head right now. I need her wrapped around me again, I need to be wrapped around her again. Her lips and her hands. I need those things all over me again. This has nothing to do with a shootout but oh hell.
“A basketbal shootout, huh?” he said. “Well, I don’t think you’d just forget about her by doing that,” his friend said. He smiled and said, “At least I know if I can’t get a ball in, she was always in my mind until now. I know I still love her.”
It was 4 o clock in the morning and I began screaming at the top of my lungs… shots were fired… sirens rang out.. the police came thrashing down the street on foot. and babies were crying. her mother ran over to the window and shut the curtain so no one could see inside. she held the baby tight in her arms and caressed her head. shots continued to pour out. and what could anybody do or say. all they could do is wait. a bomb had dropped….. and then another… and another… planes were flying around the compound and all stood in fear and panic. all anyone could do is wait.. as time slowly crept on they huddled closer and closer together. as the bombs dropped louder and louder around their houses. they were under attack and all they could do is wait. so the mother sang to her children in the pale light gleaming from the moon. tears ran down her eyes as they all waited in fear
A girl walks into a laundry mat. A local laundry mat. A laundry mat that she has been going to for years. It’s not the same today, something is just not the same. It feels dangerous, but for what reason? She doesn’t know…yet.
tuotoohs
It was like a gun show in my head everyday since he died. Everything was just a lot of noise and a lot of light. I didn’t know what to do besides re act on impulse to all the things happening at once.
bang pow guns. two lone cowboys stand to face one another as they draw their weapons. each knows there will be only a single survivor. it is all they can think about. it consumes them until there is nothing left and then they shoot.
the boys were tied. 4 to 4. only 2 were even dry. but they all had sweat on their brows. This was a fight to the death. A fight few had one and many had attempted. This fight was against all odds. The guns were filled with nothing but water.
guns fly and there is a sound in the air. before I know it I look down at my body and there’s blood. Still dust settles but is still caught up in the air. That is when I start to see the man who has just shot me.
there was an old deperado in the middle of town desperate to start some trouble. sensing his evil intent the good sheriff came out to protect his people, but to no avail. seeing only the sheriff in front of him the desperado attacked. Fortunately good triumphed over evil.
BANG BANG BANG! Bullets flying, men falling, the sky littered with the the smoke of gunpowder and the ground littered with rounds. How long will this last?
Back in the day, when horses were the preferred method of transportation, and snakeskin and leather the preferred attire, the country was covered with people who called themselves the cowboy. They rode around on the leather covered backs of their beloved horses, with snakeskin boots on their feets and larger than life cowboy hats residing on their heads. And when the sun went down and the lizards and coyotes came out in the warm night air of the back country west, the cowboys came out to play.
They, not unlike many of their forefathers in the past, resolved their issues through violence and guns. With the sun to their backs and sweat covered faces towards each other, they would each draw out their most prized possesion, their handgun, and shoot. They would shoot until either one, or both of them were shotout. And whomever survived this shootout, if either one of them made it out alive, would take home the victory and the glory. Off into the sunset the lone cowboy would ride, with his gun by his side and his victory in hand.
Shootout, roots out.
She was waiting for it to shootout all over her face. But 8 times in one day was too much for him.
it won’t be a draw. there’s no way. one winner, one loser. one man walks away. one man gets the girl. like in the old western movies, but this is no movie. this is my life. this is how i live. i can’t fear anything. i just walk out on that street and look him in the goddamn eye and i shoot for all i’m worth.
The guns were blazing. The spurs were spinning. The horses were long gone. It was a massacre. Blood and whiskey everywhere. The sheriff had gone wrong and I was the only one left.
I have probably witnessed more shootouts in hockey than any other. Most of the games I have been to have ended in a shootout, but usually with my team winning – so I guess I’m good luck for them