Shootout at Lokhandwala is the bllywood movies I love. It is full of action. Shootout in public is very harmful and devastating to the public. It hampers the life of people and paralyses their day to day activity.
He said “shootout”, Harry, not shout out! There was a shootout at the mall! You have definitely been spending way too much time on that computer! You missed the shootout!
This is a shootout. Whoever wins will take home the cup to hoist for their city. Pride, Joy, and Hope all rest on whether or not the puck slides past the glove. Breathing stops. Raucous fans gain momentum. All is on edge. Skate…Skate…Skate…aim….shoot…..
It really didn’t require any thought when Irvine stayed behind to let the others escape. Just because they didn’t remember him didn’t mean that he had no obligation to help them. Besides, they were just Galbadian soldiers and all he ever really needed was a rifle and the image of Sefy smiling at him when they set off the fireworks.
wow…those are pretty dang harsh…like it sucks what happens when there is a shootout, you never know who will get hurt or not..why did i get this word? thats so random..and deprssing to see..reminds me of the suicides in La Mirada right now…make
sad unfortunate exciting, adventure’s in the making something i will never experience toby keith choices and decisions beautifully dangerous thrilling suspenseful terrific john wayne black and white the south, belief’s fighting for future, not sure where it will take me, risks and rewards. CHOICES.
Cowboys, territory, slingshots, guns.
An old tavern, broken glass, nowhere to run.
One shot, two shots, three shots, done…
The sun has set; to the victor go the spoils.
hands shake. fingers itch. just do it. I want to get it over with. count down. starting…. now. do it! do it! now! shoot! just do it. the mirror is staring back and I just can’t think, and why is it all so hard? and I just want to find the courage. but is it really courage?
ack! Never have been much for shootouts…but alas, I am the mom to five boys. Shootouts happen regularly around here. So far no serious injuries. The most interesting thing of late is that my son is stalking our neighbor’s dog with his boy and arrow. That’s okay? Right? It’s a pretend bow, no sharp arrows.
Camera against camera. Mike points his at us. We’re camping, and photo shy. What he doesn’t realize is that phones have cameras now. Click. Click. Click. You have been tagged.
You didn’t start this, but you knew you had to end it. You knew it more than you knew the color of the sky or the rhythm of the sea. You knew you couldn’t stand by.
So you armed yourself, checked your weapons, polished them until they shone. You went into battle and chose from your arsenal carefully.
There was a shootout in my heart tonight. the raw umber versus the burnt. the periwinkle versus the blue violet. I couldn’t hear the screams though b/c they sounded so similar. My heart fluttered but I didn’t even dodge a splotch of your ugliness.
it was a shoot out at the building in the corner..i didnt hear the guns but the message travelled through the whispers of people and the fear spread along. my fi
“shoot! out of milk again, mom!” I called out, pouring water on my cornflakes.
“I’m just about to go get some!” she said, grabbing her coat.
She walked out the door that morning and never came home.
I’ll never eat cereal again.
What an interesting word, umm. I guess I think of like, a liquor store being robbed by like 3 gunman saying, “this is a shootout!” then the people getting down and the cops coming and shooting the robbers down. I wonder how often that actually happens, probably more frequently than I think. Sad world we live in nowadays I guess.
i think about a gang having a gun war. a drive-by maybe. it also makes me think of that singer never shout never for some reason. shootout. yeah, i see guns again.
westerns. It reminds me of August in the book lonesome dove. or john wayne in True Grit. Absolutely epic older men showing how heroic and manly they really are. The underdogs taking down the young posse.
there was a shootout in the middle of town, the dust rattled and weeds floated across the road. they stared at each other …one of those long stares that no one wanted to make a move towards the field. the time had come
There was a shootout outside my dorm in the music building – specifically, Nerf gun shootouts. There are Nerf wars every Friday. One kid was sent to the emergency room for his extensive injuries.
When I think of shoot out, I think of a policeman just trying to do his job and caught in a terrible moment…harkening back to the OK COrral and shoot outs in the Wild West that happened with frightening frequency and didn’t seem to create a stir.
I don’t even see a word. Why don’t I- Oh. It’s shootout. That reminds me of that one time my house got shot at -or so it sounded like- and I was talking to Jer. I said “I think someone just shot a gun off here” and he freaked out more than I did. He said “OH MY GOD CALL THE COPS” and I was like “meh no nothing else is going on so yeah” and he got pissed at me.
Heart beats turned into centuries
as Wilson stood in the street.
With the blood of the others under his feet
he stepped toward what he knew would be
the last thing he ever did.
there were two men staring down each other as they both fought for power of the group. Both were friends, good friends since they were children, but now they fought for power of the group.
a blank piece of water dropplet on a paper that’s thin and used. On it is the smudge of a raging consequence that ensues all that is his own defense. the shootout with the demons that come array.
shootout in the streets for younger males who’ll soon learn defeat. trapped inside a world of hate finding only adolescents that can relate. sooner or later two paths will come, one to fight and one to run.
Two cowboys stood face to face. Their hands softly tickling their guns, and watching each other’s motions. Who would be the quickest to draw? Who would be the quickest to shoot?
The crowd was behind them, and watching. Who would be the first to draw? Who would be the first to shoot? Who would be the first to fall?
The moment was tense, the people, scared. All onlookers stood and wondered if the loved ones they had left inside would be okay. The shots rang out again and again, screams of pain on both sides. This battle would not end well for everyone, it seems it may never end.
shootout. i don’t know what to think about shootout. i suppose it reminds me of an old western film where some bad guys are traveling through time and decide that instead of conversing with townspeople they’ll shoot
People are dying everywhere. The blood stains the floor. I hear screams from all sides of me as two masked men run out of our classroom. I can hear the police sirens and a low rumble of voices from outside the building. Will I die? I still have so much to do. I’m a mere 17 years old. My life isn’t over yet.
he stood at the edge of the street, looked over his shoulder and glared at the shadow standing there. he didn’t want to do this at all, but if he wanted to protect her he had to.
i think that a shootout would be scary as hell – it’s not the kind of situation I ‘d do well in. It would be pure luck if I won – by that I mean I wasn’t shot dead and I suceeded in shooting the other guy. Of course at the point it wouldn’t be a hunky-dory situation.
You know, the word shootout makes me think of cowboy movies. They’re always really intriguing with their old guns and their messed-up catch phrases. Perhaps it is me who is messed up for thinking their ways are peculiar.
Two men violently stare at each other. Slowly turning, their eyes stay fixed stout at his enemy. Turning farther and farther, they go until their necks are hurt from their position. They breathe. 3. 2. 1… shoot. BANG BANG! Which of them missed? which lives another day?
In my shootout, I will invade you with words. Initially, there will be no pain. Then you realize you are hit…..then comes the pain. If you would like revenge, you might find me in Barbados, or Canada. Prolly snorkeling, or riding moose. meese? Or mice.
Shootout at Lokhandwala is the bllywood movies I love. It is full of action. Shootout in public is very harmful and devastating to the public. It hampers the life of people and paralyses their day to day activity.
He said “shootout”, Harry, not shout out! There was a shootout at the mall! You have definitely been spending way too much time on that computer! You missed the shootout!
This is a shootout. Whoever wins will take home the cup to hoist for their city. Pride, Joy, and Hope all rest on whether or not the puck slides past the glove. Breathing stops. Raucous fans gain momentum. All is on edge. Skate…Skate…Skate…aim….shoot…..
It really didn’t require any thought when Irvine stayed behind to let the others escape. Just because they didn’t remember him didn’t mean that he had no obligation to help them. Besides, they were just Galbadian soldiers and all he ever really needed was a rifle and the image of Sefy smiling at him when they set off the fireworks.
wow…those are pretty dang harsh…like it sucks what happens when there is a shootout, you never know who will get hurt or not..why did i get this word? thats so random..and deprssing to see..reminds me of the suicides in La Mirada right now…make
Sometimes my mind has a shootout. In my head I imagine I’m holding a gun and I start shooting everything that makes me angry and sad.
sad unfortunate exciting, adventure’s in the making something i will never experience toby keith choices and decisions beautifully dangerous thrilling suspenseful terrific john wayne black and white the south, belief’s fighting for future, not sure where it will take me, risks and rewards. CHOICES.
Cowboys, territory, slingshots, guns.
An old tavern, broken glass, nowhere to run.
One shot, two shots, three shots, done…
The sun has set; to the victor go the spoils.
hands shake. fingers itch. just do it. I want to get it over with. count down. starting…. now. do it! do it! now! shoot! just do it. the mirror is staring back and I just can’t think, and why is it all so hard? and I just want to find the courage. but is it really courage?
ack! Never have been much for shootouts…but alas, I am the mom to five boys. Shootouts happen regularly around here. So far no serious injuries. The most interesting thing of late is that my son is stalking our neighbor’s dog with his boy and arrow. That’s okay? Right? It’s a pretend bow, no sharp arrows.
Camera against camera. Mike points his at us. We’re camping, and photo shy. What he doesn’t realize is that phones have cameras now. Click. Click. Click. You have been tagged.
You didn’t start this, but you knew you had to end it. You knew it more than you knew the color of the sky or the rhythm of the sea. You knew you couldn’t stand by.
So you armed yourself, checked your weapons, polished them until they shone. You went into battle and chose from your arsenal carefully.
There was a shootout in my heart tonight. the raw umber versus the burnt. the periwinkle versus the blue violet. I couldn’t hear the screams though b/c they sounded so similar. My heart fluttered but I didn’t even dodge a splotch of your ugliness.
it was a shoot out at the building in the corner..i didnt hear the guns but the message travelled through the whispers of people and the fear spread along. my fi
“shoot! out of milk again, mom!” I called out, pouring water on my cornflakes.
“I’m just about to go get some!” she said, grabbing her coat.
She walked out the door that morning and never came home.
I’ll never eat cereal again.
What an interesting word, umm. I guess I think of like, a liquor store being robbed by like 3 gunman saying, “this is a shootout!” then the people getting down and the cops coming and shooting the robbers down. I wonder how often that actually happens, probably more frequently than I think. Sad world we live in nowadays I guess.
i think about a gang having a gun war. a drive-by maybe. it also makes me think of that singer never shout never for some reason. shootout. yeah, i see guns again.
westerns. It reminds me of August in the book lonesome dove. or john wayne in True Grit. Absolutely epic older men showing how heroic and manly they really are. The underdogs taking down the young posse.
there was a shootout in the middle of town, the dust rattled and weeds floated across the road. they stared at each other …one of those long stares that no one wanted to make a move towards the field. the time had come
the time is ticking. 3, 2, 1. won. the game is over. over and out. out of the box. boxing ring. diamond thing. 1 and 2.
There was a shootout outside my dorm in the music building – specifically, Nerf gun shootouts. There are Nerf wars every Friday. One kid was sent to the emergency room for his extensive injuries.
BLAH BLAH BLAHHH.
When I think of shoot out, I think of a policeman just trying to do his job and caught in a terrible moment…harkening back to the OK COrral and shoot outs in the Wild West that happened with frightening frequency and didn’t seem to create a stir.
A shootout is a dangerous way that the human race has learned to solve their problems in a violent and angry way. Don’t participate in shootouts!!
I don’t even see a word. Why don’t I- Oh. It’s shootout. That reminds me of that one time my house got shot at -or so it sounded like- and I was talking to Jer. I said “I think someone just shot a gun off here” and he freaked out more than I did. He said “OH MY GOD CALL THE COPS” and I was like “meh no nothing else is going on so yeah” and he got pissed at me.
Heart beats turned into centuries
as Wilson stood in the street.
With the blood of the others under his feet
he stepped toward what he knew would be
the last thing he ever did.
there were two men staring down each other as they both fought for power of the group. Both were friends, good friends since they were children, but now they fought for power of the group.
shoot out bang bang dead head ouch fuck what now oh shit
a blank piece of water dropplet on a paper that’s thin and used. On it is the smudge of a raging consequence that ensues all that is his own defense. the shootout with the demons that come array.
shootout in the streets for younger males who’ll soon learn defeat. trapped inside a world of hate finding only adolescents that can relate. sooner or later two paths will come, one to fight and one to run.
she cried for him, he was going to die, he didn’t have experience in shooting. Thomas had years of it. Sam wouldn’t live past tonight.
Two cowboys stood face to face. Their hands softly tickling their guns, and watching each other’s motions. Who would be the quickest to draw? Who would be the quickest to shoot?
The crowd was behind them, and watching. Who would be the first to draw? Who would be the first to shoot? Who would be the first to fall?
The moment was tense, the people, scared. All onlookers stood and wondered if the loved ones they had left inside would be okay. The shots rang out again and again, screams of pain on both sides. This battle would not end well for everyone, it seems it may never end.
shootout. i don’t know what to think about shootout. i suppose it reminds me of an old western film where some bad guys are traveling through time and decide that instead of conversing with townspeople they’ll shoot
People are dying everywhere. The blood stains the floor. I hear screams from all sides of me as two masked men run out of our classroom. I can hear the police sirens and a low rumble of voices from outside the building. Will I die? I still have so much to do. I’m a mere 17 years old. My life isn’t over yet.
he stood at the edge of the street, looked over his shoulder and glared at the shadow standing there. he didn’t want to do this at all, but if he wanted to protect her he had to.
i think that a shootout would be scary as hell – it’s not the kind of situation I ‘d do well in. It would be pure luck if I won – by that I mean I wasn’t shot dead and I suceeded in shooting the other guy. Of course at the point it wouldn’t be a hunky-dory situation.
You know, the word shootout makes me think of cowboy movies. They’re always really intriguing with their old guns and their messed-up catch phrases. Perhaps it is me who is messed up for thinking their ways are peculiar.
Two men violently stare at each other. Slowly turning, their eyes stay fixed stout at his enemy. Turning farther and farther, they go until their necks are hurt from their position. They breathe. 3. 2. 1… shoot. BANG BANG! Which of them missed? which lives another day?
In my shootout, I will invade you with words. Initially, there will be no pain. Then you realize you are hit…..then comes the pain. If you would like revenge, you might find me in Barbados, or Canada. Prolly snorkeling, or riding moose. meese? Or mice.