bullet mark - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The mark on the stone was eternal, a scar from the bullet that took him away. One moment his eyes shined with the mirth of his own silly joke, the next he was bleeding out, eyes open, unfocused. He was nothing to the shooter, not the bullet or gun, and together they took my everything.
The courthouse was now riddled with bullet marks. Where it had been smooth it was now rough and chipped. The pocked the stone served to remind the public what the mob would do to witnesses.
There was a fresh bullet-scar on the boardwalk at his feet.
The bullet marks in the trees were wet with sap. This conflict had been recent.
The bullet mark was along gash. It had followed along the surface leaving a scar in the paintwork.
Each bullet mark was a scar of a past we mostly forget. In this era of peace and safety, it is honestly not easy to imagine how those wars all got started. We love each other, we see that a harm to one is a harm to all, no man is an island. Yet there they are on the walls of even the most sacred of historical cities, the signs of a savage past we evolved past for good.