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#WritcoStoryPrompt17
The last bullet left the muzzle of his rifle with a deafening bang. It took with him all his hopes of survival.
He reached for the sharp knife held at his boot strap. He wasn't going out without a fight!
well you know, not all miracles are the same. some would say a miracles a miracle and maybe some would grumble and maybe some would call you sugar and buy you a cup of coffee with sugar no cream and a quarter. me, I'd probably dump out like 6 or 7 restaurant creamers and 30 packets of sugar. walk out with the glass and say keep the change. I'm a collector or sorts. well just leave it at that. anyway, to get back to whomever story Im telling, some miracles are like when music matches up in just the wrong places for all the right reasons . I wrote the same thing at the same time in the same mindframe, but matrixly, in my perspectives, I imagine us to be not at all in the same page , but on the same line.
kinda cool when you find out someone...
The last bullet left the muzzle of his rifle with a deafening bang. It took with him all his hopes of survival.
He reached for the sharp knife held at his boot strap. He wasn't going out without a fight!
well you know, not all miracles are the same. some would say a miracles a miracle and maybe some would grumble and maybe some would call you sugar and buy you a cup of coffee with sugar no cream and a quarter. me, I'd probably dump out like 6 or 7 restaurant creamers and 30 packets of sugar. walk out with the glass and say keep the change. I'm a collector or sorts. well just leave it at that. anyway, to get back to whomever story Im telling, some miracles are like when music matches up in just the wrong places for all the right reasons . I wrote the same thing at the same time in the same mindframe, but matrixly, in my perspectives, I imagine us to be not at all in the same page , but on the same line.
kinda cool when you find out someone...
