School Shooting Fiction Novels & Stories

[ IRIS’S POV ] The sudden crack of gunfire shattered the air. A bullet slammed into the metal of Mira’s car, sending a shower of sparks into the afternoon light. "No... that’s not real, right?" I whispered, my voice lost in the chaos. This couldn't be happening. My own father, my own sister, were shooting at us. Mario didn't hesitate. He leaned out of his window, and the deafening roar of his return fire filled my ears. The peaceful town was gone, replaced by the screech of tires and the smell of gunpowder.

The spray of blood from the teacher that he shot seemed to hang in the air, and the thud as the body hit the ground would haunt her darkest dreams for weeks. The gunman, boy really, middle grade at most, did not speak. The expression on his face was raw, robotic, and as shocked as the students who scurried back from him, seeking shelter, seeking refuge. He had not imagined that living out his fantasy would be so brutal, it never felt this way when he played his computer games, and yet, the power was heady, addicting… He decided life or death. He was God. He turned Aislen’s way… Death.

Disgusting. WTF. I thought it would be easy killing this guy, but it seemed he's trained for this. I step back to put space between the two of us, the small distance will give him the advantage to beat me. I shot him so he ran towards me. I ran backwards without stopping shooting at him. The blood in his body spews out every time I hit him, but he still doesn’t stop. It leaves me no choice, so I fired my gun aiming his head. The bullet made a hole in his bald head, making him stop in his movements. The metal baseball bat fell to the floor creating a shrill sound. His thick blood came out and dripped into his mouth as he coughed. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, his body slowly fell to

I returned my protective gear and returned to position; arms outstretched, gripping tightly the gun and breathed through my mouth before pulling the trigger. From behind me, I heard Lucas drink my water then I heard his steps coming closer towards me. But I block the sound with gunfire. BANG! There goes Freddy on his knees, I tell myself, trying to imagine Freddy's face as he suffers the pain of my gun. BANG! There goes his other leg. BANG! His shoulder. BANG! Freddy's other shoulder. BANG! Lucas' back.

he exclaims and laughed out loudly in an annoying way. "This is a beginning of my sixth year and the victim I bid for this time around is giving me a really tough time. I wanted to get entertained for a few days before I get rid of her, but I guess it's going to be sooner than expected" he cocked his gun and pulled the trigger and the bullet came piercing the door sending Alice and Powell to lay down back on the floor. "No one is going to stop me from the life I've chosen!" more shots on the metal door.

Irking squeaky thud of metal touches the ground as each bullet pierces everything in its path before it loses power. My eyes glued to the view of the soft blue sky from the cracked glass panel in front of me. I can feel each puncture on the couch that became my refuge while they emptied their assault rifles in this room. In the aim of killing me, hoping one of the hundreds if not thousands of bullets they released, one lucky metal filled with gunpowder would end my life. “Cease fire!” I heard Luka’s angry growl above the loud rain of gunfire. “Cease fucking fire!”

Victor’s PoV I couldn't believe the neighbors were accusing me of shooting the young lady. I didn't realize that I had gotten shot. Seeing the man with no regard for life, pulling that trigger, possibly killing that woman, did something to me. It was only a few minutes later that I felt something, like hot metal, searing a gaping hole through my flesh. But because of the adrenaline, along with vivid images that will be forever carved into my brain, of actually seeing that girl gunned down, kept me moving. Then seconds later, hearing three more rounds of gunshots go off. I had to run!

I see, there’s no point in discussion, I was expecting this because I was in a shitty mood of killing someone. I tear the file and documents into pieces, throwing at Mark Devis’s face. I got up and pointed the rifle at his forehead. “You and your men have to die here because you all have fucking seen my face.” I sadistically smiled as I pulled the trigger of rifle. Blood splattered at me, as I emptied the three bullets into Mark’s forehead. Creating a hole into his skull from which loops of blood covered brain seeped out. His eyes were wide open even after getting shot dead, while his kneeling body plopped on the ground.

she whispered. But before I could answer, chaos erupted. The door to the room we were in opened, slamming into the wall behind it. The scent of blood hit my nostrils just as a man appeared, his clothes stained red. “No, please,” one of the girls he’d stumbled upon cried. A guy who looked too young to be holding a gun pointed an AR-15 at the students. Screams rang through the library that not even a million pages could muffle. Blood splattered all around the library as the sound of bullets rang in my ears.

Iris The crack of the gun still echoed in my ears. The moment my finger pressed the trigger, everything seemed to slow down—the recoil jolting my arm, the gun’s deafening bark, and Ian’s eyes widening in shock as the bullet tore through his forehead. He crumpled instantly, his body collapsing like a marionette with its strings cut. Blood pooled beneath him on the cold tiles of the abandoned warehouse, mingling with the shadows that had swallowed our confrontation. my chest heaved, my breath ragged. The pistol trembled in my hands.