Gunfire(Short/Flash Fiction piece)

tarni's picture

This was written for school; we were given the first sentence and told to write something from it. I wrote this wierd thing.. anyway, I like it.

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Wordcount: 342

The boy ducked through the hedge and stepped hesitantly out onto the highway, looking around furtively. He peered out at the hazy night from under the shelter of his arm, which he held above his head to keep the rain out of his eyes, to a degree. Even so, he had to blink almost continously to shake the rivulets of water from running down his face and obstructing his vision.

A loud crack split the air, and the boy dove to the ground, his head already hidden under arms, as a storm of rifleshots swarmed across the highway, rivaling the rain pouring down drenching everything and everybody. The torrential downpour hid the attackers as well as the terrified defenders, and within seconds the echoing gunfire stopped without warning. Through his ringing ears the boy could hear only the clamour of the rain and distant thunder, and realised there was perfect cover he could move under to get away from the advancing gunmen.
Slithering over the mudsoaked ground he scrambled down the bank, cursing as the brambles that should have helped him by hiding him from sight actually hindered him, snagging on his clothes and slowing him down. He finally tore free of their grip and crawled slowly out onto open ground, then took off in a crouching run, hardly noticing his breath rasping dangerously loudly.

Beside him there was a tremendous bang and then, with a strange thud, something sank to the ground. The boy went to ground again, reaching out desperately. His frozen fingers closed on even colder metal, and tightened, hauling the rifle towards him. He swung around so he could see who had been behind him.

An even louder crack sent him flying backwards, bullet in chest, and the rifle fell from his fingers even as he raised it, before his lifeless body sank into the slimy mud that coated the ground. Another hand reached down and grabbed the gun, and disappeared, leaving the rain to wash the blood from the body of the boy lying on the ground.

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RadclyffeGeek's picture

Well, I like it too! Even tho

Well, I like it too! Even though it's a short piece- it shows off your talent as a writer. I honestly thought it was excellent.

xxxxLisa

I lived my life in shadow- never the sun on my face
It didn't seem so sad though, I figured that was my place.

Sirens call's picture

It's great

I like it too...so, when can we read the one about the lesbians? lol, pleaaase :)

"Lead me not into temptation; I can find the way myself."

Sirens call's picture

oops...

Sorry, you already have posted it...thanks :)

thoughtsinelectricblu's picture

Liked...brought back memories

Liked...brought back memories of Chris Rices' Density of Souls

Jason

Intention is the core of all conscious life. It is our intentions that create karma, our intentions that help others, our intentions that lead us away from the delusions of individuality toward the immutable verities of enlightened awareness.

thoughtsinelectricblu's picture

That was good...

Liked...brought back memories of Chris Rices' Density of Souls

Jason

Intention is the core of all conscious life. It is our intentions that create karma, our intentions that help others, our intentions that lead us away from the delusions of individuality toward the immutable verities of enlightened awareness.