They followed Yuri to one of the houses and stopped outside the door. The men lined up behind him, gripping their rifles in anticipation. His boot crashed through the door with one swift kick, and the men poured into the house. There was immediate gunfire, and by the time Alex even got through the door, it was over. The room was filled with smoke and screams. On one side of the room, three piles of shredded flesh wrapped in gray cloth were sitting in a pool of blood. Yuri was on the ground holding his arm to his body. Blood poured through his fingers.
Now, a little note from the author:
About seven years ago two stories I submitted were printed by an Australian based literary magazine called Skive. Just a few months later more of my work was accepted by a publisher in Scotland and another in Kentucky. That’s when I knew the first time hadn’t been just a fluke! From then on I wrote as much as I could and submitted work anywhere I could.
As it stands, my work has been printed in 11 different volumes and has been featured in numerous ebooks as well as distributed on literary-themed websites. I try and be as industrious as possible and strive for at least two short stories a month. Usually, these are about 1,000-3,000 words. I have no plans to commit myself to a novel my style just works best at that length. So take a look at my work. If you donate, you have my undying gratitude! Even if you don’t but at least come back and see what I’ve written from time to time that would be greatly appreciated as well