Ladies and Gents tonite i would like to share no wait, i wont lie...basically tonite cannot really be fked to do a long, eventful post...as usual it seem. i will instead give u an extract from my english coursework entitled: "Snowflakes of New York" (the uncut version)
Here it is, it is a short story and if you ask the writer..myself i will happily give , sell you a copy.
If i see a decent response i will give you all something truley glorious, but until them here goes:
The younger and the obvious lackey of the two answered, “Yes all ten mil is here in the cases. If you grab that other briefcase we can go”
“Fine, let’s get the hell out of here.”
Before I had even looked at Miles we were already half way up that staircase, when we got out of the door knowing no better options we hid either side of the red door awaiting the shooters arrival. As we waited it suddenly struck me that if we had been on time we would now, like Smithy, be lying in a pool of our own, lead poisoned blood…it scared the hell out of me. I could now hear the Latinos ascent, I cast a glance to Miles, he was ready to kill.
The first man emerged, quite large; I had imagined him to be the guy in charge. He saw me out of the corner of his eye and turned…I was the last person he ever saw as Miles rattled off a shot into the back of the mans head, time seemed to stand still as the guy fell to his knees, blood and brain fluid trickling from his new orifice. His body, like the frosty grass crumpled and left a mark just as vivid, I was lost in the dead mans gaze as Miles emptied the remainder of his ammo into the body…Smithy was his brother-in law. He looked as if he hated and savored each shot in equal measure, but his revenge was short lived as the other South Americans’ gun gave birth to the bullet that split through Miles’ lungs and stopped his breathing. I felt another surge…“I could be next!”
He didn’t notice me at first until I pulled the trigger… “SHIT!” I cried out, my gun had jammed in the cold weather; before he could turn around I tackled him. He dropped his gun and it slid across the icy tarmac until it was halted by Miles’ now paling corpse.
Here it is, it is a short story and if you ask the writer..myself i will happily
If i see a decent response i will give you all something truley glorious, but until them here goes:
The younger and the obvious lackey of the two answered, “Yes all ten mil is here in the cases. If you grab that other briefcase we can go”
“Fine, let’s get the hell out of here.”
Before I had even looked at Miles we were already half way up that staircase, when we got out of the door knowing no better options we hid either side of the red door awaiting the shooters arrival. As we waited it suddenly struck me that if we had been on time we would now, like Smithy, be lying in a pool of our own, lead poisoned blood…it scared the hell out of me. I could now hear the Latinos ascent, I cast a glance to Miles, he was ready to kill.
The first man emerged, quite large; I had imagined him to be the guy in charge. He saw me out of the corner of his eye and turned…I was the last person he ever saw as Miles rattled off a shot into the back of the mans head, time seemed to stand still as the guy fell to his knees, blood and brain fluid trickling from his new orifice. His body, like the frosty grass crumpled and left a mark just as vivid, I was lost in the dead mans gaze as Miles emptied the remainder of his ammo into the body…Smithy was his brother-in law. He looked as if he hated and savored each shot in equal measure, but his revenge was short lived as the other South Americans’ gun gave birth to the bullet that split through Miles’ lungs and stopped his breathing. I felt another surge…“I could be next!”
He didn’t notice me at first until I pulled the trigger… “SHIT!” I cried out, my gun had jammed in the cold weather; before he could turn around I tackled him. He dropped his gun and it slid across the icy tarmac until it was halted by Miles’ now paling corpse.
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