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            I stood there looking down the barrel of a Glock 30. It was black, and I felt chills on my back, and the butterflies in my stomach ached enough to make me sick. I didn’t know how I got backed into the alley I was in, but I knew I didn’t have what the man demanded.

            He wore a polo and was a street gangster, but was a rich one by his appearance. I noticed he wore a golden chain and real Oakley sunglasses. He had done this before, I could tell but he was becoming angry with me.

            I tried to remember what he asked for, but I couldn’t. It was something I had never heard of before. I was worried what would happen, but didn’t think much. I had it in my mind he would let me go.

            He didn’t.

            The man braced himself and squeezed the trigger with a harshness. The weapon went off, and I felt an electrifying shock run through me. It was cold, but yet it burned. I touched the sore spot and felt blood.

            The second shot went off, and my neck felt like a million bees had stabbed it with huge stingers. It burned and I fell to my knees.

            I looked at the man and he smiled and shot a third time. My head felt real wet and I lay on the ground as the man ran. I tried to crawl, but it felt like half my body wouldn’t move. I moved my arms, and my breathing slowed. My tongue swelled and my vision was leaving me. I knew I was dying and began to give up hope, whenever I heard the growl of a very hungry dog, and could make out him coming my way. The dog lowered his head to my neck and bit into it. It was worse pain then when the bullets had hit me.

            He pulled out a big chunk of flesh and began to feast. Soon a dog catcher arrived and seen the scene. I didn’t move, because I couldn’t. I could barely see and couldn’t breathe at all.

            I felt a kick to my side that annoyed me, and soon he rolled me over. I felt him take my wallet out and heard him take all the valuables out. Here I thought he would call the police and try to help, but he threw the wallet on my back, and grabbed the dog leaving.

            They say death is easy but life is hard. But if anyone ever had to go through the death I did, they would rethink that.

Keyword: Death IS hard

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Posted by Tarhead Mugwump 2008-03-14 22:07:39 well yuck! horror typically is not my thang... that was pretty good. write on! + Report this comment
Posted by Dirkin 2008-03-15 00:49:22 .... Yikes what a horrible end. A good read + Report this comment
Posted by celtic1888 2008-03-15 04:19:55 ... Well done. A fine story, shows how easy it is for some people to disregard life and death. One slight gripe, should the line in the last paragraph not read "life is hard but death is easy"? + Report this comment
Posted by Xena 2008-03-28 16:17:33 eh i dont think a bunchof bee stings would be that bad.. and he didnt have to deal with all the shit storms that aging had to bring.. such as jobs and cancer.. and shit you proby wouldnt even feel the dog bite.. id say he had a pretty easy life and easy death. + Report this comment

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