Microfiction
The story of the construction site canteen
Mr. Xi has been "chatting" with the Wang family for more than a month, and he has told the chairman more than twenty stories. Obviously, the chairman had never heard these folk "gossips" before, and he listened with great interest every time. Mrs. Wang was naturally very satisfied, and it seemed that Mr. Xi had passed the "interview".
By John Bruce2 years ago in Fiction
The Mission part 11
Beta Team heard the screaming and the gunshots, and they all started to scan the area. Sarge started to scurry on his belly to get to the sidewalk so he could get a better view of the scene. The other members went in different directions to form a perimeter, and they all studied the area looking for where the shots could have come from for the echo of those shots made it confusing to see where the shooter was located. It was a small town with only a few somewhat tall buildings and each soldier made their way to them.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
The Mission part 10
Beta Team received their orders and headed home. They came to empty village and in the end they were leaving a town full of people. They had to ask someone. "Hey! Wait a minute. Where were all you people a few hours ago. We were all in our basements wondering what to do, and we heard on our radios that the war was over. Beta Team noticed smiles, tears and cheering and hugging all around for Beta Team joined in before heading back to headquarters. All of the sudden a gunshot out of nowhere and everyone hit the dirt. What...
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
The Mission
Beta Team made it to cover and while they were waiting for further orders they began to hear what sounded like a town coming to life. There were people hollering all around them and they thought that they also heard crying from somewhere. They looked out the window and from a town that seemed deserted all of a sudden became a town full of terror for Beta Team looked to the West and they were not sure who was coming their way. Sarge's walkie began to buzz, and it was headquarters saying the mission has been cancelled. Come back now.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
Leaving
All it's gonna take is for the Jerrys to reckon it out, what we're doing, and I bet they drop a bomb on the train station. With all us kids on the platforms. We'll be blown to bits. Mam squeezes my arm a bit. Tells me to be brave. I thought I was. Maybe everyone can tell how scared I am. I keep thinking about that bomb dropping down and what that will be like. Will there be bits of arms and legs everywhere? Easier to think of that than think about where I'm going. Will the people be alright? Will I ever come home? No. Those things are too real and horrible. Arms and legs is easier. Mam checks my bit of card again, and the thick brown string, like she's done a hundred times. I look up at her. She blinking a lot, and patting at her face. That's the grown up version of crying, I think. I like that and I don't like it at the same time. I don't want to think about that too hard, all the why-ing and what-iffing. Arms and legs. Arms and legs. "You look a bit peaky," she says, pinching my cheeks. I want to pull away, but I hold still instead, and really feel what her hands are like. "If they think you're sickly, they mightn't pick you," she says, and then she stops, very sudden, and goes back to dabbing at her face. I wonder if she's hoping I do get picked, or if I don't. What'll happen then? Will I just ride the train back and chance it here? I look round at all the other kids, and a lot of them look pale as well. If I have to come back on the train, at least I won't be on my own. Lots of these other kids have got brothers and sisters to get on the train with. I'm jealous, a bit. There's not many, like me, on our own.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Leading Lady
She could feel the load lifting. This year had been, in many ways, a challenging one. Freedom was within reach and yet... She sat and thought. It was still dark outside and the kitchen was quiet. Only the ticking of the clock and the creak of the house, as warmth suffused its bones, were keeping her company. It wasn't always like this but holidays brought these moments of early solitude where teenagers can sleep without alarm and husbands can rest instead of rushing out into cold air for early trains.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
