[SneakySniper169]

I was one of those kids that would always do the right thing. One day me and my brother we’re walking through the streets and we got robbed. I gave up the money but my brother kept his pride. He stood tall and said no. He got pumped in half with two barrels from a sawed off shotgun. At his funeral my mother fainted over the casket. I chose to do something about it. Though I couldn’t find his killer I chose to clean up these streets one body at a time.

As I sit on the 12 floor of an abandoned factory watching the people Go by I search the streets for drug deals and gun fights. If I am lucky I can clear the streets of both of these skum. My 308 rifle don’t discriminate from white or black, Race or creed. Only the shit stains of society. I see a car pulling up slowly to a house and parking out front. Music blasting, the windows come down and the pistols come out. At a second's notice enough bullets come out of the windows to cut a tree in half. I bring up the rifle, Killing the passenger first, The bullet comes through the neck of the passenger and blows the man in the back’s dick completely off.

The second shot is a harder one. I have to shoot the driver. He shifts into gear and tried to drive away. I take the second shot blowing the top of his skull off. As this happens his foot hits the gas pedal. Throwing him into traffic. He crashes and kills a family of 5. At one second I am the savior, Another I am the perpetrator. I douse the gun and bleach and break it into multiple pieces. I begin to go into a cursing and crying spree, Than a voice behind me laughs, I hear my brother screaming behind me telling me this was meant to be. The voice says look what you've done. You done my bidding for me without even knowing it. How does it feel to be death. I turned white and dark at the same time. Instead of leaving a saviour, I jumped off the balcony to die the villain.

[Analcuck]

Great flash fiction, kid! This is the kind of shit you read at a poetry slam.

Okay, so the mechanics are all over the place. That's what editors are for. The important thing is that you understand drama and know how to get to the point.

If I were you, I would take all that military and firearm knowledge and write stories about the zombie apocalypse, alien invasion, and post-apocalyptia.

Enjoyed!