haha
the limit is your imagination.
"The bullet cut deep into their minds, each fell back. The blank stare emitted by each of their eyes, that substance of nonentity which filled the void left by the exit wound, surmised the situation. They had achieved their goals, their intentions fulfilled. They would eventually disappear into an emptiness, back into that which they had come from, creation and destruction. "
"The two words symbolize the only inevitabilities in the world. We are born and start to live, but at the same time start on our road to death.
When we die, we cease to live, and death begins
but as the bullet whistled into the thoughts of Bob, he knew life was over at least for now anyway.
Rather animatedly, the motionless body lay in a pool of brain matter with ideas all over the walls. Light shines immaculately as he lies face down on the cold granite steps. The wind whistles as it scurries through the gaping hole left in his cranium. Then SILENCE
It was deafening.
Death.
Vulgar, dark and vague yet mystical; mind-provoking. It brings the living to honour the dead, in a false platitude of emotion, exasperated in a bid to cleanse ones own soul of any responsibility.
The brick wall of a speeding car, the ground viewed at terminal velocity, the sweet song of depleted uranium shells, the harsh whisper of shrapnel, that funny feeling as your blood flow reverses."
those were from mine so you can kind of gauge how violent or more graphic you really want to.
