Previously… https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/08/13/russian-roulette/ https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/08/15/russian-roulette-2/ She couldn’t beleive she had pulled the trigger a second time. You are real… He burst in a loud though nervous laughter. When she had chanced destiny again, he had tightened his grip on her wrist by reflex, and the sudden pressure on her delicate articulation had chased any possible doubt in…… Continue reading Russian roulette… (3)
Previously; https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/08/13/russian-roulette/ She skipped a breath as the hammer hit. He had taken a step forward as her finger had pulled the trigger for the first time, but seeing that the bullet was still in the gun, he had backed up, now standing exactly where he previously was. If she had been in the mood…… Continue reading Russian roulette… (2)
She held the gun to her temple, defying him. What are you trying to prove? Her finger on the trigger, she kept silent. She had made herself clear already, and there was no discussion possible. Staring coldly, she was waiting for him to react before she pulled a first time, possibly sealing her destiny.…… Continue reading Russian roulette…
I was sitting, minding my own business the other day when I overheard someone talking about depression. Oh yeah, it was terrible, you know… I was off work for like, two or three months. And I kept playing on my X-Box and I was like “go away mom, I don’t feel like talking!”… The someone…… Continue reading To death and back…
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