Little Toy Guns Lyrics Novels & Stories

One after another. No hesitation. No miss. All ten targets—gone in a single perfect streak and without even flinching, she lifted the toy gun to her mouth and blew on it like there was smoke curling from the barrel, then rested it on her shoulder with a casual pose. Lora’s eyes widened. Verya’s smirk deepened as she started clapping slowly. And me? I slapped a hand over my mouth in disbelief. “You did it…” I whispered. Theila turned to me, gave a small nod, and placed the toy gun back on the table, and the next second…

he says but takes one of the guns I picked up from the crash anyway. I approach the wall of weapons and reach for one of the black drones. This thing is awesome. It has a camera and an open space. They have eight of them and they look expensive. The smaller white ones look like toys. "You can have those," Leelie says jogging over to us. "They're too obvious. They make a lot of noise," "Jayk won't get mad?" I ask her. "I don't see why he would. That and you deserve it for tonight and all the other shit you've been doing for us. Let him try and take 'em from you," she smirks.

someone murmured behind me. “That song’s a masterpiece,” another said. “She’ll be remembered forever for this.” My hands trembled. My nails dug into my palms so hard, I felt the skin break. The screen cut to an interview. Anna’s face filled the screen, hair tucked behind her ear, pretending to be shy. “Oh, it just came to me one night,” she said with a delicate laugh. “I poured my soul into it. It’s dedicated to my loving boyfriend, Liam.” Liam.

His mouth opened in a little ‘O’. He gasped dramatically. He spotted it. A gun toy. Not a small one, but an expensive, flashy, multi-featured monstrosity that lit up, made sounds, vibrated, and probably could double as a night lamp. The kind made specifically to tempt children and break parents’ wallets. He sprinted to it and wrapped both arms around it. “MAMAAAAA! Look! This one...this one!! Pleassseeee!” Karline picked up the price tag.

At that moment, someone exclaimed, "Oh? Mr. Cosby's here." I followed everyone's gaze and saw Vincent standing in the doorway. He met Katie's eyes from afar, a fond smile on his face. "Speaking of the devil…" "Damn! Don't tell me these two are really…" I lost my patience completely and raised my voice, breaking the intimate atmosphere. "Mr. Cosby, you're just in time. I have a question for you. I clearly won the grand prize, so how did it end up being Katie's?" Vincent saw me, and panic flickered in his eyes. He instinctively opened his mouth, as though to say, "How could it be you…"

My skin crawled with unease as he closed the distance between us. “Please… I’m begging you. I didn’t do anything wrong. I was just born into this world by inconsiderate parents.” My voice cracked as tears streamed down my face. My eyes stayed on the gun by his side. What if he pulled the trigger by mistake? I’d never seen a gun up close before. And now… here it was. A low, wicked chuckle left his lips as he raised the gun to my face. “Are you scared I’m going to blow your head off with this?”

Xander had anticipated that if they were seen deploying the gas, they might be shot, and the loud music would mask any gunfire to the outsiders. Jack's soldiers, momentarily distracted by the music, began to notice something amiss. A sweet smell filled the air, and they saw a tin can rolling towards them. It was an empty tin, colorless and silent against the overwhelming noise of the music, making its approach almost imperceptible.

Five hundred meters sang, steel dented, dust sneezed. Pauly’s first string wrote the word NOPE around the silhouette like a scattergraph. He lowered the pistol, cheeks pink. “At least he won’t be making babies,” he said, forcing levity he didn’t feel. Frank rolled to sitting, patted the deck beside him. “Come here.” Pauly sat, wary. Frank took the sidearm, locked it back, handed it back. “Is the gun heavy or are your thoughts heavy?” Pauly blinked. “Both?”

I said in a stern tone looking at all the damage he and his minions had done. He started picking up his toys and looked at me innocently. "It was just a little fun." He said picking up a very authentic toy gun and I froze where I stood. He pointed the gun at me smiling. "Nick, put that down." I said my head spinning, my vision becoming blurry and my heart beat quickening. He looked at me perplexed. "Is something wrong?" He inquired, " It's just a toy, lighten up." He mused. Nick pointed the gun at me. My eyes widened.

The moment he saw that he immediately released his grip on the machine and let it go. I took the thing from his hands, “This,” I looked at it, “Is not a toy.” My tone changed to a harsher one when I said those words. I meant it for Emilio, to make him understand that guns are not to be played with and I meant it for my grandmother too but knew full well she didn’t give a shit about it. Emilio lowered his gaze and grabbed his shirt in distress. I took a deep breath and then licked the side of my lip to remain calm.