Tag Archives: Guns

Gun Goes Off

Gun Goes Off

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The way Serge held the pistol with both hands firmly gripping the handle in front of him and feet at shoulder’s length apart, it made Dodge’s heart thump in his chest. His mouth was dry. He licked his lips. Serge was walking him through proper gun handling procedure, but it was hard to pay attention.more

Family & Unicorns

Family & Unicorns

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First-generation Columbians, meaning whomever you came over with you were stuck with. Which is why his mom didn’t leave the husband who beat her, still kept in contact with the uncle who molested her oldest son. People will use the word family to tie you down, to tie you to them. Forever if they can. So, Fernando left as soon as he turned 18 and never looked back.more

Gunplay

Gunplay

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If his own brother refused to stand at parade rest in the middle of a replanted forest on the ridge line above a played-out coal mine and let him fire a copper jacket hollow point a few inches from his milk white face, I sure as hell was willing.more

Bolt Action

Bolt Action

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At first, Jessica thinks it’s the darkness that her body needs to escape. Their tent’s air pocket of darkness. The forests’ surrounding miles of darkness. She is scrambling away from the darkness. Not the explosions opening wounds into that darkness.more

All the Birds Scattered

All the Birds Scattered

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“Look here,” he said. “A good hunter knows his weapons.”more

Daddy Said I Had To

Daddy Said I Had To

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This was different than squirrels—revenge not supper.more

Dog

Dog

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“Have you ever shot anything before?” Mary aimed the gun at Byron’s foot, and watched him step back. “You can kiss me again.”more

A Convenient Funeral

A Convenient Funeral

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If you wanna be cool…more

The Gallows Fifty Cubits High

The Gallows Fifty Cubits High

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All I can do is search the room for someone who can help me. But Marie went home a half hour ago, Saul’s sitting with his head buried in an ice chest, and all the cousins are dancing, bunched up in front of the DJ, wasted. I’ve seen worse—it’s Purim—but it might be time to panic.more

Vigil

Vigil

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A story about the knockout game, and watching.more