"Okay, Sammy, you just have to hit the target," dad says, handing me the rifle.
I turn the safety off and load the gun. I let out a slow breath, putting all my focus towards the red and blue target. It turns to fog in the cool air.
I fire it 3 times hitting the red dot all 3 times.
"Great job, Sammy!" Mom calls from the porch. "Now how 'bout you 2 come in for dinner?"
"In a minute, dear!" Dad calls back. Mom just laughs and shakes her head. She knew it was going to be far more than a minute, but she didn't care. She loved us too much to care.
Isn't it funny though? How things can change so damn fast?
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24 Hours in Hell
ActionImagine a story where everyone has their back against the wall. Where everyone's in pain and acting selfishly. Because if they don't they die. Imagine a story where it's need against need instead of good against evil. Where everyone is at cross-pur...
