"Stop you fucking idiot!" I yelled into the woolen covering over my mouth of the shit balaclava I was wearing. I was running up Pitt St as fast as my thieving little legs would allow me yelling like a fucking idiot as my getaway car took off without me. Only slightly encumbered by my shotgun and bag of cash from the ANZ bank behind me! Fuck you I thought as I dropped the money bag and chambered a round into my shotgun and aimed after him.
"FUCKIN BANG" It went only a split second before the back window blew into a million tiny white see through fragments! I worked the pump and chambered another round, the spent cartridge ejected and hit the asphalt.
"FUCKIN BANG" Another and this time I hit him. I saw him flinch as he took the buckshot. All I could think to myself, amid the rising crescendo of distant police sirens getting closer, 'cop that ya fuckin dog cunt!' I chambered another round. Basic instinct/deadly intent? My pulse beat a sad lonely death knoll in my ears. The sound of the exhaust faded as the car drove to the end of the street and turned, gone.
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Brenton F
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A Love to Die For
Sophia stood at the edge of the dance floor, the lights casting an amber glow on her fiery red dress. The annual masquerade ball was the highlight of the year, and tonight, she intended to steal the show. Her mask, a delicate lace that traced her features, only heightened the mystery that surrounded her.
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Whoaaa this was so fast paced! Kept me at the edge of my seat! Awesome story!
Truly a movie scene in my mind. Perfectly done representation of the fucking pissed off criminal deserted and betrayed by his erstwhile partner. Of course the question of what will be in or on the loot bag is a touchy grey matter. Great job. Shot or caught? It is the question.
Impressive!!! Loving it!!!♥️♥️💕