“Take your shot, stranger. You’ll only get one.”

Sariah held her gun with both hands to try to hide how she was shaking. A scowl was fixed on her face, but deep down she was terrified. And he knew it. The tall man, dressed in a fine black vest, coat-tails flowing in the wind. The rain had soaked them both head to toe. She held the gun firm, her finger on the trigger. She had the shot. He...

I gazed at the striking, young woman before me. Her gun pointed square at my head and her blue eyes were nothing more than a blank stare at my face. She stood still as a statue in the Royal’s gardens.

She didn’t understand the consequences of killing me. She had been lied to just like every other existing person on this earth that dared to defy the will of Royal Houses. I know her not, but she w...

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Just like he’d said at 3:30 the next day he was standing outside the diner and in his hand was a single stem of pale pink bleeding hearts.

His face lit up when he saw me walking over and I couldn’t help but muster a small smile. He was as most girls tend to put it “imposs...

Tough, tough boy

Reaching for the sun

Never smiled once

Learning to forget that

Tough tough boy

Take your shot stranger

You'll only get one

Shoot me in the forehead

Tough, tough boy

Nails are made of iron

Soul is a volcano

so you wear yourself down

Tough, tough boy

Aren't your knuckles worn out

Come to me to rest up

Don't you forget

My lover is Marine

I have explored your body

Marine Biology

Y...

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I knew it was him when I heard his laugh coming up from behind me.

I shut my eyes groaning as he tumbled into the booth bench across from me.

“I’m busy,” I shot as he gave me a winded smile. His face was still painted with laughter, but then again when wasn...

A wise man once said,

On the brink of being dead,

A chance, risked,

For the benifit instead,

Of an opportunity missed.

An “always”

Put worry to bed.

For the thoughts in your head,

Shouldn’t hold your breath by a thread.

Take your shot,

Stranger still,

You might only get

one....

These boots have carried you far, far from home

With soles, you stride

With rough leather you roam

You’ve made friends in forests

And found foes in seafoam

So once you’ve lived and you’ve died

And the battle is done

Take your shot, stranger

You’ll only get one...

**EXT. A DUSTY RANCH STREET - HIGH NOON**

The scorching sun beats down on the deserted street. Two men face each other, the heat shimmering off the ground. Boots crunch against the dirt as they square up, hands hovering near their holsters.

**MAN**

(_gruffly_)

Take a shot, stranger. You’ll only get one.

**STRANGER**

(_smirking_)

You’ll take the shot now—man up.

**MAN**

(_sneering_)

I’m the man....

I presumed, that when metal

ZOOM!

Past through a barrel

It would hit someone_

it's familiar with

The ground

to be stained

from the punctured wound_

of its intended target

As they bleed,

begging for mercy

“The enemy”, I persumed

But enemy of whom

Who's perspective must I respect

to draw more breath_

here, alive

To have a celebratory death

In bed

held by the ones I love

A casket held o...

“Take one shot, stranger. You’ll only get one.”

I thought to myself as I unbrushed my tangled hair into frizz balls. My grandpa told a stranger that when I was 4. I was on the swings listenting to my surroundings, and how the wind whistled through the trees. I was a very thoughtful child, determined to understand what people say.

I decided on an outfit and left for school. Nothing ever happened ...