Nirvana Aligned

A short piece I wrote some time ago. Just using it to test the waters here.

….There was that brief silence where nothing mattered while he looked down the end of the firearm. That crushing sound of fire and steel and bloodshed, it was nirvana aligned; and him taking one more step towards it.
How glorious, the sound of his firearm. That would rip apart the hated and damned at his own command. It was his salvation, his life, finally held within his own two hands. It was his to control and direct; the little authority he had in this world was when he had his firearm.
Without it, he was weak. He was just another man, another body waiting to hit the floor. He knew a trade, and had knowledge of his own, but that didn't matter if he could be taken so simply.
It was his gun that gave him power, gave him a life to live and a future to have. He owed more to the eight pounds of steel in his hands than to anyone else left in the world. Given the conditions, he would have it no other way....

Reviews

[James Watts]

Not bad. I think in the beginning it should be ...there, but that's me. Not bad.

[Dutch Jr.]

A pretty nice, horror-type feel to this.

[C.smooth]

i like

[HorrorMaster]

Amazing short tale.

[WriterSki7]

From the style and the flow you have written here, I say you should write horror novels. That's just me, though. Albeit if you can write better then do so.
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[Domenic Luciani]

Welcome to the cafe, lol. Pretty sick way to start the library.