PROLOGUE - THE NARRATOR’S VOICE

 

 

“  I have been staying under this antique table of St.Galacto church for about two months now. It is really dusty under here and a bit creepy. Of course I am no less. I am rusty too. And only a small ray of light reaches me from a key hole. The air that enveloped around me added to the filth. I could hear the foot steps of those people coming and leaving the church. But nobody came to rescue me. Maybe someday, someone will come and get me outta here. Until then, I decided to tell you my story of why I am here. And most importantly who I am....

 

My name is 44 magnum c 534, colt anaconda. Only a few people in this world knew my name, while the rest call me- revolver and more simply as GUN. I am from Kimberly ammunition center. I hate that place, because all the shot guns and machine guns laugh at me. And even that semi- automatic pistol laughs at me, even though I am glittery and shiny.

Luckily, one fine day Mr. Rhodes bought me from there. I thank him for that.

And now the time for the other half of the story, that explains why I am here. And one more thing is I have only 3 bullets with me now. What happened to the rest 3? Answer is in the story itself. The story started approximately two months back and exactly at 9: am. 

Author's Note

Just a beginning...

Reviews

[ScarlettTheDreamer]

Yippeee!!! You're back with a story! And I just can't wait to read this, I think I can feel the difference already :D