She gasped and he looked,
At legs he DEFINATELY-
covered. Shit. Need pants.
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Rachael MacDonald
Avid Reader, Sometimes Poet, Occasional Writer, and searcher of truths often lost in the breaths between candy-coated lies.
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Doing it for the troops
The others dropped like flies around me. We fought and struggled to get to this point. I'm the only one left now. The objective is right there. A mere two hundred feet away. The last of my team got a bullet to the head right next to me, but I couldn't do anything. I was able to locate and neutralise the sniper as he shot my friend, so his death was at least not in vain.
By Mohammed Darasi6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Haha I've had many dreams where I have forgotten the 'ol pantaloons!
Oh god no!!! Lol I cracked up, great entry
Lol, this was so hilarious! 🤣🤣🤣 I loved your Senryu!
😂🤣