Credit for this poem goes to Ayden1829
a dark alley
i'm trapped
nowhere to go
they're behind me
i can hear their steps on the cold cement
it rained last night
they're feet are splashing through the puddles
they're not even bothering to be stealthy
they know they've won
where can i go?
i spin around, sweat beading my brow despite the chill
three men stand in the alley entrance
all hold sharp blades
they're going to cut me to pieces
then i whip out my glock
bang
bang
bang
that was my secret super power
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Cornered
Short StoryEach of us took this prompt: As you walk down the busy streets, you realize that you're being followed. You take a turn down an alley and lead the two thugs deeper into the alley. As they stop you, you unleash a secret weapon which no one knew you e...
