Pull The Trigger Piglet Novels & Stories

He levels the pistol at Pink Bunny and pulls the trigger twice. One round sparks off Pink Bunny’s rifle, while another plows through his helmet with a loud thump that sounds like a baseball bat smacking a mattress. Tufts of pink fur and white stuffing shoot from the exit hole, and Pink Bunny drops the rifle, fluffy hands rising for the sky. “Pussy,” Big Jim says, and fires again. This shot punches through one of Pink Bunny’s plastic eyes, shattering it, and the furry flops backward, gun clattering to the pavement.

Some like a fish-shaped, some like a flower or a superhero character. Luckily, there are nearly a dozen children, if there were more children. Dean doesn’t know how he could satisfy the wishes of the children. Dean is surprised by his nephew's passionate love for the chubby, fat pig. Nephew's eyes, glittering, passionately looking at the pig. He thought his nephew can’t bite a piece on the pig.

This man has the aura of someone who could scare you, but I know I can handle him. "I don't want to play with you. Who are you, exactly? Or else I will send a bullet right through that cute little head of yours." He drew his weapon, and as he did so, the top trigger clicked as he pulled it back. I gave a snort of amusement, bent forward, licked it, and gave the barrel a peck.

His tail swishes vigorously against the floor. Chuckling, I say, "I take that as a yes. Do you want anything to drink, Peanut?" Rising from the floor, she shrugs and says, "Sure. Water, if you have it." I nod and head into the kitchen, taking out two glasses from the cabinet. As I pour some cold water from the pitcher, I hear the sound of Piggy's kibble being poured into his bowl. His paws pad against the floor loudly in an excited manner, followed by Cassandra's faint laughter in the background.

“What are you going to name it?” I looked down at it, and it stared back into my eyes with its grey ones, panting heavily. Grinning, I remembered how it was attacking the farmers so madly when they had tried to touch it. Like a zombie. Now that I thought about it, it made me giggle. The sight of a little pig trying to kill three full giant farmers. “Frankenswine.” I giggled, “let’s name it Frankenswine.”

He narrowed his eyes at me when he couldn’t predict my actions. The gun made a click sound as I flicked it open and put one more bullet inside. “What are you doing?” Igor frowned. I rolled it once and snapped it shut before looking straight into his eyes. “Improving the odds.” I placed the gun to my temple and pulled the trigger immediately. Igor’s men flinched when I pulled the trigger without warning. Click. Nothing… but I didn’t stop there. Again. Click. And still nothing. I pulled it for the third time and Igor’s smile faded.

I say in a soft voice, not wanting to scare her, Anthony immediately pulls the gun back looking towards where she was. Adam saw this as a chance to get the upper hand punching Anthony around the face, Anthony drops the gun holding his face. Adam lunges at him knocking him to the floor, I run over scooping Amelia up in my arms moving further into the kitchen away from any fists or bullets, that might make their way around the room. They struggle on the floor for awhile I didn't even know if anyone was winning, eventually Anthony boots Adam in the stomach sending him flying to the floor, he grabs the gun getting up pointing it down at Adam who was laying on the floor. Adam turns to me and Amel

Lankko stopped and raised a hand which Enzir acknowledged. The giant pig struggled amidst the branches and with one final push was able to get free. Enzir and the soldiers ran forward and was able to encircle the pig. Suddenly, the pig stopped and lifted its head to sniff the air. It seemed to ignore the men as they got closer. It gave one more snort and jumped between the soldiers who ran in pursuit. Enzir found his father's amulet on the ground and picked it up. The pig might have picked up another stronger scent or it would not have abandoned the amulet, he thought.

"Damn." I was just about to shoot again but suddenly became aware of the pig's strange voice that sounded very loud. The pig's apple-like black eyes were pointed right at me, and its shot leg started to bleed, but it started stomping away. The boar squealed even louder and then immediately ran towards me.

“Jonathan sent I to you!” Why was he shouting? The pig wasn’t a threat. That was good news. He was even sent by Jonathan. That was better news. “I am Angela!” “Why you shout?!” “You are shouting too!” The pig cleared his throat and tried his best to reduce the volume of his voice. “Me Grayscale. Jonathan sent I to you.” They looked at each other, waiting for one to talk first. It wore a leather vest with a lot of rusted fake gold buttons on it. The pig was grey and had big black eyes. Its hoofs were polished black.