All tagged Guns

First Lines, 03/09/14

First lines of the novel I won't write today:

"It's me or YOU,' she said, holding two guns. With her right hand, she pressed the heavy barrel of one to her temple. In her left hand, her finger squeezed against the trigger of a .44 aimed at his chest.

The burst of epinephrine and dopamine that human physiology prescribes for moments like these somehow failed him…”

First Lines, 11/29/13

First lines of the novel I had no time to write today:

"In that bitter moment, she realized that she was no longer 'his,' as she'd long perceived. Instead, he was HERS. Her responsibility. Her problem. And her burden to bear, through this life — and possibly the next…”