The pain that it causes someone. A little boy with his brains blown out caused by the parents carelessness. It will be the pain they will have to live with for eternity.
Trisha
The Ferg made a little whumpling sound when it saw the glitter. It’s eyes, all three of them, teared up a bit. What the FarQ? I thought when I heard steps in the hall. It was floogin, flippin’ time to skedaddle before the Galation Body of Ruling Beings caught on to my plan. There was a tiny little camera on the ceiling pointed at me, I’d have to disable it before making my escape.
Milli
She sat and looked at the gun sitting on the floor between her foot. Not two inches away was the edge of a pool of blood-not her own. Her elbows rested on her knees and her hands hung between her legs. She was tired, she wanted to sleep, but logic told her this wasn’t the time.
Heather
The Ferg looked up at me. I knew something, based on an early muffwood experience, that most other bloogs didn’t. Fergs can’t resist the sparkly warklys. FarQ the Galation Body of Ruling Beings. I was getting out of this room, with the glue gun and the glitter and I was using a flippin’ Ferg to do it.
Milli
The glitter gun would not come apart. I stared out the window. There was a Ferg near by. It was against the Galation Body of Ruling Beings law to interact with one, to disturb one, to interfere with their nest or feeding or other habits… but what else what I going to do. I had to escape. I called to it. It tweephed softly.
Milli
I took the glitter and then picked up the glue gun. The place was a mess. There was no way I was going to get out of this room without messing up my clothing. I tried to take the gun apart. It was made of a neoprethinine type material, one of the new bio-plastics and essentially mother farQin indestructible.
Milli
Gun. Violence. Death. Guns have made me lose more people than ever. How is something so deadly allowed in society. Blood. Horror. Funerals. Nothing good comes out of guns. Just bullets, bullets of lead- with nothing but the craving of blood and flesh in mind.
nadine
Gun. The gun is sitting on the bench. I doubt it’s loaded. She never has bullets lying around like that. She just keeps the gun, in her leather jacket. No one but me knows it’s there. That’s a scary thought. But I trust her. We all trust her. Clomping around in leather boots and a leather trench coat, gun in her pocket, pressed to her heart. She is on our side. She is here to protect us.
Emily
shooting. my uncle. deers. deer lease. ducks. ag class. the game we played in ag class. lexington. marble falls. sean.
alyssa
lots of noise, violence, death, war, no peace.
military, murder mystery, stupid, politics, NRA.
hate, protest.
Amy & Kelly
Iron, handle, shoots eats and leaves. The assassin was very good. No one even knew he was the one. It keeps you safe if you use it right and harms you if you use it wrong .
Sameerah El-Amin
Holding it, cold, smooth and soft. You’d think hard, but somehow I think soft. I shot one once, I was just a child. I’d love to shoot again but it’s a secret no one knows about me. They see the surface, not the love of things violent, and money. They see my words and take em full of assumptions. But I’d love a gun, I would.
kari
I don’t mind guns, I would personally never use one, but I don’t mind them. I think they can be useful tools of self-defence, and I am not of the opinion that guns kill people. I believe that the people who use guns incorrectly kill people.
Torrie
Gun is the cause of distruction in the world. It is not a good thing to have gun. It stops peace from happening. People should request the law makers to make it illegal for ind
Roya Aryanpad
Slow blood
Seeping down my clothes
He took my money
And my shoes
And even possibly my life
I miss you.
DR
I have a squirt gun in the corner. it says mega blaster 300 on it’s green flourescent body. I remember the days when you blasted me in the eyeball and I could feel my socket swirling.
Amanda
Used for a variety of different applications, but mainly that of shooting a bullet into the centre of someone’s face. Gun’s can pierce ears, apply poly-filler, and even launch a mean grenade.
Joshua Clark
WE’ve got our knives to their throats and our heads on the line. We’ve got a chariot of fire and our ships in the brine.
Sydney
bullets, bang bang bang. i hate the city because people think they have to hurt each other to prove their worth. prove they are better. prove themselves. with guns. i hate guns. i hate the city. but i love the city. i wish i was the only one who lived in the city. then no one would die of gunshots. i don’t think i’m better than anyone.
Jennifer
a gun is somthing made for murders
people without feelings
William
i’m really scared of guns. i wonder whether it is safe to own one. my husband would like to keep a gun in our house, and it makes sense. i think i mostly do not trust myself around a gun. i don’t even like knives. matt has to tell me every time he is holding a knife.
ashley
The man had a gun. Noone noticed it before it was too late. Before they knew it, the gun was out and a shot was fired at the ceiling creating a gaping hole. The screaming began.
mh
The man had a gun. Noone noticed it before it was too late. Before they knew it, the gun was out and a shot was fired at the ceiling creating a gaping hole. The screaming began.
Matthew Howland
I’d rather you shoot me with a gun and end my pain quickly than torture me with your words. All the hurt you’ve caused scarred me deeper than a gun wound. I am as good as dead.
ac
The gun in his hand almost seemed to glitter with cruel intensity. I shuddered at the thought of the damage one little bullet could do. working in the ER, I had seen it plenty of times. Organs torn to shred, veins and muscles in tatters. Victims dieing in bloody, screaming agony. My attacker laughed at my shivering. “I see we understand each other,” he said, his deep voice husky with pleasure. “Do as I say, Doc, and you won’t have to find out what this feels like for yourself.”
V
brothers. full of water or pee or foam darts. hide behind your hardback and sulk behind your maturity. they outnumber you. Sucks to be you.
KC
Harm. Having one gun in a house increases the probability of suicide and homicide.
Meghan
It went bang right in front of me, the hand holding it shaking. Her blue eyes swam with tears. Her finger light on the trigger. It was black, sinister in appearance, and was pointed right at me. I knew she was gonna shoot me. I could feel it. I could almost feel the sting of the bullet already.
Victoria Perrow
shoot me dammit this gun is loaded with ammunition and it will kill anybody i see outside the mall there is a shootout because of this manly beastly weapon inside the schools there is shootings because of this evil device that man has made. there is no more lives to be spared with this weapon of destruction man kills man
chris
Guns, a sad thing invented by humanity. Originating from fireworks used for joy and laughter. Now a days guns bring nothing but disaster. But who am I, to even judge, for I forever will hold my grudge.
Anonymous
look at you telling me what i cannot do. look at you. cold creeping in my bones, you hardly wake up in the morning. eyes frosty with impatience, dried up patience. hollow on the inside. bullet to my brain. you lose. how can you ask? we did this to each other, we held the guns to each others temples.
Skyler
dangerous
illegal in most country’s
deadly
sim
what you shoot with? you can gun something, make it go faster.. because we all want speed. you can gun something down, shred it to pieces.
b
you need it. kill. survive. live? or die. just do it. dont like it. just do it.
emily
I shoot the darts at the television. There are two satisfying clicks, and the sound of rubber suction cups and glass colliding. I can’t wait to play outside.
r.a.
gun can kill. I have never handled a loaded gun. there are many types of guns. Some must be very heavy. This was hardly the word I was expecting to have to write about. I do not know if I will ever be able to defy a person holding a gun!
Ketan
I think that guns help American society. Potential crime victims can use them and they are essential to the American identity. Our country was founded at the point of a gun, and without guns, we would not exist as an independent country today. Indeed, they are significant to our history, identity, and safety.
David
Guns are something that people shouldn’t keep in their homes. They can be the reason for many accidental deaths. Why lose more lives when we don’t need to? Why lose lives when there isn’t even a crime of passion involved? A simple accident. Keep guns out of homes. Don’t lose a life to a truly stupid mistake.
Anna
Guns are bad. Guns kill people. That’s not true, entirely. People kill people. People with guns kill people. So guns kill people by being associated with people? The gun wouldn’t do anything unless it was in someone’s hand to shoot. But that’s the whole point, isn’t it? What other use do guns have?
lauren
He pulled the gun out of nowhere. A collective gasp descended on the crowd. Everyone held their breath. No one did a thing, said a thing.
“Now, that I have your attention, ladies and gentleman…”
The pain that it causes someone. A little boy with his brains blown out caused by the parents carelessness. It will be the pain they will have to live with for eternity.
The Ferg made a little whumpling sound when it saw the glitter. It’s eyes, all three of them, teared up a bit. What the FarQ? I thought when I heard steps in the hall. It was floogin, flippin’ time to skedaddle before the Galation Body of Ruling Beings caught on to my plan. There was a tiny little camera on the ceiling pointed at me, I’d have to disable it before making my escape.
She sat and looked at the gun sitting on the floor between her foot. Not two inches away was the edge of a pool of blood-not her own. Her elbows rested on her knees and her hands hung between her legs. She was tired, she wanted to sleep, but logic told her this wasn’t the time.
The Ferg looked up at me. I knew something, based on an early muffwood experience, that most other bloogs didn’t. Fergs can’t resist the sparkly warklys. FarQ the Galation Body of Ruling Beings. I was getting out of this room, with the glue gun and the glitter and I was using a flippin’ Ferg to do it.
The glitter gun would not come apart. I stared out the window. There was a Ferg near by. It was against the Galation Body of Ruling Beings law to interact with one, to disturb one, to interfere with their nest or feeding or other habits… but what else what I going to do. I had to escape. I called to it. It tweephed softly.
I took the glitter and then picked up the glue gun. The place was a mess. There was no way I was going to get out of this room without messing up my clothing. I tried to take the gun apart. It was made of a neoprethinine type material, one of the new bio-plastics and essentially mother farQin indestructible.
Gun. Violence. Death. Guns have made me lose more people than ever. How is something so deadly allowed in society. Blood. Horror. Funerals. Nothing good comes out of guns. Just bullets, bullets of lead- with nothing but the craving of blood and flesh in mind.
Gun. The gun is sitting on the bench. I doubt it’s loaded. She never has bullets lying around like that. She just keeps the gun, in her leather jacket. No one but me knows it’s there. That’s a scary thought. But I trust her. We all trust her. Clomping around in leather boots and a leather trench coat, gun in her pocket, pressed to her heart. She is on our side. She is here to protect us.
shooting. my uncle. deers. deer lease. ducks. ag class. the game we played in ag class. lexington. marble falls. sean.
lots of noise, violence, death, war, no peace.
military, murder mystery, stupid, politics, NRA.
hate, protest.
Iron, handle, shoots eats and leaves. The assassin was very good. No one even knew he was the one. It keeps you safe if you use it right and harms you if you use it wrong .
Holding it, cold, smooth and soft. You’d think hard, but somehow I think soft. I shot one once, I was just a child. I’d love to shoot again but it’s a secret no one knows about me. They see the surface, not the love of things violent, and money. They see my words and take em full of assumptions. But I’d love a gun, I would.
I don’t mind guns, I would personally never use one, but I don’t mind them. I think they can be useful tools of self-defence, and I am not of the opinion that guns kill people. I believe that the people who use guns incorrectly kill people.
Gun is the cause of distruction in the world. It is not a good thing to have gun. It stops peace from happening. People should request the law makers to make it illegal for ind
Slow blood
Seeping down my clothes
He took my money
And my shoes
And even possibly my life
I miss you.
I have a squirt gun in the corner. it says mega blaster 300 on it’s green flourescent body. I remember the days when you blasted me in the eyeball and I could feel my socket swirling.
Used for a variety of different applications, but mainly that of shooting a bullet into the centre of someone’s face. Gun’s can pierce ears, apply poly-filler, and even launch a mean grenade.
WE’ve got our knives to their throats and our heads on the line. We’ve got a chariot of fire and our ships in the brine.
bullets, bang bang bang. i hate the city because people think they have to hurt each other to prove their worth. prove they are better. prove themselves. with guns. i hate guns. i hate the city. but i love the city. i wish i was the only one who lived in the city. then no one would die of gunshots. i don’t think i’m better than anyone.
a gun is somthing made for murders
people without feelings
i’m really scared of guns. i wonder whether it is safe to own one. my husband would like to keep a gun in our house, and it makes sense. i think i mostly do not trust myself around a gun. i don’t even like knives. matt has to tell me every time he is holding a knife.
The man had a gun. Noone noticed it before it was too late. Before they knew it, the gun was out and a shot was fired at the ceiling creating a gaping hole. The screaming began.
The man had a gun. Noone noticed it before it was too late. Before they knew it, the gun was out and a shot was fired at the ceiling creating a gaping hole. The screaming began.
I’d rather you shoot me with a gun and end my pain quickly than torture me with your words. All the hurt you’ve caused scarred me deeper than a gun wound. I am as good as dead.
The gun in his hand almost seemed to glitter with cruel intensity. I shuddered at the thought of the damage one little bullet could do. working in the ER, I had seen it plenty of times. Organs torn to shred, veins and muscles in tatters. Victims dieing in bloody, screaming agony. My attacker laughed at my shivering. “I see we understand each other,” he said, his deep voice husky with pleasure. “Do as I say, Doc, and you won’t have to find out what this feels like for yourself.”
brothers. full of water or pee or foam darts. hide behind your hardback and sulk behind your maturity. they outnumber you. Sucks to be you.
Harm. Having one gun in a house increases the probability of suicide and homicide.
It went bang right in front of me, the hand holding it shaking. Her blue eyes swam with tears. Her finger light on the trigger. It was black, sinister in appearance, and was pointed right at me. I knew she was gonna shoot me. I could feel it. I could almost feel the sting of the bullet already.
shoot me dammit this gun is loaded with ammunition and it will kill anybody i see outside the mall there is a shootout because of this manly beastly weapon inside the schools there is shootings because of this evil device that man has made. there is no more lives to be spared with this weapon of destruction man kills man
Guns, a sad thing invented by humanity. Originating from fireworks used for joy and laughter. Now a days guns bring nothing but disaster. But who am I, to even judge, for I forever will hold my grudge.
look at you telling me what i cannot do. look at you. cold creeping in my bones, you hardly wake up in the morning. eyes frosty with impatience, dried up patience. hollow on the inside. bullet to my brain. you lose. how can you ask? we did this to each other, we held the guns to each others temples.
dangerous
illegal in most country’s
deadly
what you shoot with? you can gun something, make it go faster.. because we all want speed. you can gun something down, shred it to pieces.
you need it. kill. survive. live? or die. just do it. dont like it. just do it.
I shoot the darts at the television. There are two satisfying clicks, and the sound of rubber suction cups and glass colliding. I can’t wait to play outside.
gun can kill. I have never handled a loaded gun. there are many types of guns. Some must be very heavy. This was hardly the word I was expecting to have to write about. I do not know if I will ever be able to defy a person holding a gun!
I think that guns help American society. Potential crime victims can use them and they are essential to the American identity. Our country was founded at the point of a gun, and without guns, we would not exist as an independent country today. Indeed, they are significant to our history, identity, and safety.
Guns are something that people shouldn’t keep in their homes. They can be the reason for many accidental deaths. Why lose more lives when we don’t need to? Why lose lives when there isn’t even a crime of passion involved? A simple accident. Keep guns out of homes. Don’t lose a life to a truly stupid mistake.
Guns are bad. Guns kill people. That’s not true, entirely. People kill people. People with guns kill people. So guns kill people by being associated with people? The gun wouldn’t do anything unless it was in someone’s hand to shoot. But that’s the whole point, isn’t it? What other use do guns have?
He pulled the gun out of nowhere. A collective gasp descended on the crowd. Everyone held their breath. No one did a thing, said a thing.
“Now, that I have your attention, ladies and gentleman…”