Submitted by LivingDeadGuy on Tue, 05/17/2011 - 08:26
You don’t ‘close one eye and gaze calmly down your gun sight and let off seven rounds with precision’. You don’t have a gun and even if you did you wouldn’t have a clue how to use it.
Submitted by LivingDeadGuy on Wed, 07/28/2010 - 08:07
He rubs his thigh gingerly, wincing in the cold before continuing, “I had the news on now. I suppose you did too. Everybody did. We all got to watch everything we built go down the pan live on CNN.
Submitted by LivingDeadGuy on Wed, 07/28/2010 - 08:06
I’m running my hands over the bullet marks in the marble wall of the university foyer entrance when I hear the click of Rick Mayan’s cane on the concrete behind me.
Submitted by LivingDeadGuy on Thu, 07/22/2010 - 14:31
You sit. You pretend to be stone. Still and cold and quiet as the earth. Only the earth isn’t so quiet any more. Chaos outside. Mostly shouting, some screams.
Submitted by LivingDeadGuy on Mon, 07/19/2010 - 04:57
The last embers of James’ cigarette are clutched by the morning breeze and form a miniature inferno of burning sparks that swirl for a moment before dying.