21 Guns Lyrics Novels & Stories

“Fine! I’ll keep talking then! I’ll sing if I have to!” And before I could stop myself— “🎵 Old Macdonald had a farm ei ya— 🎵” “Jesus…” he groaned. I froze. “H-Hey… do you see Him already?” I asked nervously. “Don’t go yet, please. I still have dreams. You can die later—just not while I’m here!” A click. I heard it clearly. The unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked. I snapped my mouth shut. Okay. Silence it is.

bawled another one. “Shut the fuck up!” roared the guard seated on his chair with the gun on his hand, resting on his lap. Zia anxiously glanced at him who seemed to have tightened his grip on the gun. She looked behind her. “Everyoneee~” she uttered, beckoning their attention; however, their cries were deafening on top of the ceaseless gunfire outside. She slightly tilted her head in disappointment, then she started to sing. “Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream,” she commenced, but nobody seemed to have heard her. The children were too overwhelmed to even hear anything now aside from each other’s cries.

Song: Not Afraid Anymore (Halsey) Gianna When I opened my eyes, there was no roaring sound of gunshots going on or tires screeching. It was all peacefully silent. Was I dreaming? I turned my head, and the throbbing pain in my temples and my entire body in general screamed that I wasn’t. It all happened. The chase…the firing…the attack…Nico firing…wait— Nico. I sat up on my bed and looked around. I was all alone.

“Drop it, and you walk out of here alive. That is the only deal you’re getting.” ​“I don’t think so,” the man spits, digging the barrel of the gun deeper into my skin. I can smell the acrid scent of gunpowder on him, and the metallic tang of blood. “All of you! Drop the guns now! Kick them away!” ​“Lucia,” my mother gasps, her hand going to her mouth. ​“Do it!” The man yells, his grip on my hair tightening until tears prick my eyes. “I will blow her head off right here! Drop them!”

Leo's brow twitched as her hand brushed his shoulder. He pulled his gun and pressed it to her forehead. "One more word against our principessa, and I'll blow your damn head off. You and your precious brother are both dying today." Jella froze. Shaking. The muzzle dug in. "Zeke!" she shrieked. "Are you seriously just gonna stand there?!" But Zeke didn't move. He just stared at the gun in Leo's hand—silver, engraved. An eagle on the grip. The Accardi crest.

I dig through my pocket and find two pain pills, I chase that with whiskey before closing my eyes. I’m up before the sun, dressed in all black. I strap my gun to me and head for the garage. Slick hands me the keys to the truck, “Remember kid, we’re all just soldiers in a war we probably won’t win. But in the meantime it doesn’t hurt to try. We’re not all bad.” i nod my head and take off. I follow the gps up a broken road into the mountains. Smoke starts to appear over the hill. A small cabin hides carefully in the distance. My heart pounds in my chest as two dogs alert everyone to my arrival. My target opens the door. “Hey, are you my ride?” i nod my head slowly and carefully reach for the g

"Fire!" Together, we opened fire, our bullets flying toward the guards just as they returned fire. The room erupted in chaos, the sharp crack of gunfire echoing in the tight confines of the vault. I felt a rush of adrenaline surge through me as I pressed the trigger, the gun's recoil jarring but familiar. The guards were no longer a distant threat; they were right in front of us, and in this moment, it was fight or die.

Two bullets! I wrap my arms around him to support him, tears running down my cheeks. "Mom! Please, stop this! That's enough, I beg you!" Nelly screams so close behind me. I snap at Gracia, the gun well positioned in her hand. A finger on the trigger, ready to shoot. Ready to finish her mission. I fling my hand to my back, and pull out my weapon. No more bloodshed of the innocent! "May you all have a blast, in hell! Aaaahh!"

I don't need you anymore, I will also get over you sooner or later, both of you can die together" He said with disdain. "I will do you the honor of watching her die" He looked me dead in the eyes, " I'm so going to enjoy every bit of this" He said with the gun aimed at me. The deafening roar of thunder echoed through the air as the gun unleashed its fury. The explosive crack reverberated, tearing through the silence like a serrated blade, commanding the attention of all who heard it. The resounding crack split the air, a primal scream of pure violence that reverberated through the core of my soul. In that fleeting instant, time stood still, as if reality itself trembled. It was a sound that

I'll walk out of here a winner. I'll no longer lose. As though the heavens desire to witness the bloodshed, the sky envelopes us in its darkness, thick silver clouds rumbling with a rage so loud that I don't register the sound of the first gunshot. Or maybe it is I who is lost in the realm of imagination. "Shit! Baby, please focus." Rigid arms engulf me protectively. The deep rumble of that familiar voice draws me back into reality. I am his priority. I go mad, pressing down on the triggers on both the guns in my hands until my index fingers are close to falling off.