There are two chickens in the middle of a dirt road. Both are lazily pecking at the dirt as if they were doing the road a favor. They’re too good for the road. I swing my rifle around from its position on my back and quickly take aim at the two lackadaisical birds. I can see in the distance a dust trail from a red pick-up truck about 40 seconds
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i kind of like the play between what is he doing really? (w/ the descriptions of a level violence that is more mature) and is this childs play? (make believe laser hand guns). what is it? who knows but im the type to enjoy this discrepancy
the description is nice but i think.. long in the third paragraph. but i like the short and sweet way it is wrapped up
maybe flip She screams, “Run chickens! Fly away!” to run.., fly.., she screams for pace, but meh, its a detail and its your writing
so.. you wanna say something bout it or you gonna leave it open
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