Russian roulette
The game began with little stress, a room filled with confidence. The figure lay appoint at me, the odds at one to three. The barrel was put inside my mouth as tradition showed itself. I pulled the trigger, I was safe. The final man took no pace. One to two the odds where grim, his hand quivered ounce again. He waited still, the trigger strained. Left a bullet in his brain. My eyes turned to the recent deceased, with one look my pride released. One bullet left in chamber grim, did I truly win?Russian roulette
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Sometimes what you want at the start isn't what your wanted in the end.
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fluffybunniezz commented on Russian roulette
11-02-2012
- You are good. Very good. The way you described this was very realistic. I strongly encourage you to continue. I like how the end left for thought. Very nice.
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