Hey guys. Trying this for the first time. Real, live violence. It may start slow and wary, because I have never tried something this deep from my soul before. These are MY emotions, about what I have been through in my life, and what I am going through. Please be aware, I can and and will get deep into there pain, okay?

The deer stared at the gun, knowing it was far too late to run. The forest air felt like the crack of a whip in the stillness. There were only a few moments left. Only a few times left to ponder life, and understand. The deer knew it would not stop, not just yet. Leaping at the moment the gun was fired, a graceful shape, fueled by some ancient tide of war. The horns, giant and graceful, were like a shock to the hunter, as his heart was pierced. This deer was not playing for time, nor would he ever attempt it. The blood sprayed, the graceful red arc flowing into the still air. Then, time moved once more. The deer lept away from the dead body, running into the forest once more, the gun left behind to let nature live.


(Should I continue?)