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I closed my eyes, accepting my fate, but instead of silence and nothingness, I felt the shotgun barrel smack the right side of my head. My eyes fluttered open as I was thrown off my attacker. Arms limp, it was only by chance that I knocked the shotgun away with me. I came to a [...]
Filed by kamikaze189 at August 24th, 2007 under Fiction with little or no point, Seriousness
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The Gun, The Knife, The Girl.
The graveyard was silent, except for my own slowly beating heart. Fog surrounded me on all sides and the evening darkness carried extra cover for the stones. Besides the markers, only a dead tree stretched one branch across the aisles of graves ahead of me. The rain pelted the already [...]
Filed by kamikaze189 at July 30th, 2007 under Fiction with little or no point
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Pete sat before the tiny garbage can located in the airport restroom. He plucked a wet tissue from the top of the pile with a pair of special tweezers, designed specifically for the task, and analyzed the wet paper for any suspicious substances. As he told a gentleman walking out of a stall, any passenger [...]
Filed by kamikaze189 at July 22nd, 2007 under Fiction with little or no point, Humor
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