Untitled Short Story

Untitled Short Story

Charles Hudson Bäck

            The stone black tarmac spilled out inch by inch under the lone headlights of Ted Forrester’s police cruiser. A cold sweat ran down his body as a sense of urgency began to tighten around him. The moon and the stars were his only companions along this road, and this far from the city, their brightness befriended him. The night was cloaked around the earth as a blanket, dark and plagued by humid air. Were it not for the rickety air conditioning of the ancient cruiser, Ted would be suffocated.

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B. Case 

Abella sees the bullet as it moves towards her. She knew that should be impossible since the people who kidnapped her had blindfolded her but she could. She can feel it bury itself in her forehead, but she feels no pain. And then her body drops. She can still hear everything and this scared her. The man in charge, or at least who Abella thinks is in charge, shouts to get a body bag and clean up the mess. Abella takes a deep breath and tries to tell the men, who she can now fully see, that she’s still alive but her body doesn’t comply and she’s left in the hands of the men who ended her life.

She can feel the creep of strong hands as they wrap her up in a trash bag and sees the remorse in one of the henchman’s eyes. Silent screams echo in her mind as they throw her into a hole and she watches as the men go, leaving the one behind with tears streaming down his face.

“I’m sorry”: a whispered apology that becomes empty when the nameless man throws dirt on top of her. 

A Flight From Berlin

 A Flight From Berlin

Nicholas Pettross

               When you are up this high, you rarely hear the bullets, the shells, and the screams. The cacophony of death below becomes a spectacle, lines of ants maneuvering in defenses and encirclements. You don’t think of them as human at that point, only targets for your artillery. All you hear up here is the beat of the wind, the chug of machines, and the firing of massive Krupp cannons. Sometimes the loudspeakers play music, but that always gets drowned out when we enter the airspace above the Königsburg line.