(It’s been so so long. I don’t know what this is, just random words thrown together. Thanks for the reads!! I’ve missed you guys!!!❤️❤️)

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 ...

I could hear the music in the distance, the bass pulsating in the skeevy restroom, practically shaking the mirror I was staring in. Sweat glistened on my brow, causing my bangs to stick to my forehead. I did my best to make them look more attractive, but quickly gave up with a huff. I leaned closer to inspect my makeup, and decided to reapply my lipstick. _Dude Killer_ this shade was called, a dar...

“Take your shot, stranger. You’ll only get one.” The rumble of the gruff voice near me wakes me from my stupor, coming to my senses to see my finger swishing around the bourbon in my small glass shot. Gross. I glance over, two seats away from me, a burley man with a tangled dark beard, holding his own shots of bourbon. He scans me as though i’m an old friend, and i can tell he’s already taken a sh...

Take your shot

All you got

Try or not

Rewrite the plot

Try again

Where to begin

Be a friend

On the mend...

There’s dirt under his fingernails.

I watch in abject horror as he places my cup of water onto the table right in front of me, his hand gripped around the rim of my cup, where my lips are supposed to go.

I swallow the bile that rises in my throat.

“Thank you” I grit out with a fake smile. It’s a shame because he’s cute. Brown Bieber hair frames his smooth, pale features. His eyes are a muted ...