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Flash-Thunder
I hunker down in my foxhole with my M1 clutched tightly to my chest. The last barrage left me shaken as a dud shell landed just beside me. I had been writing home to my family when the artillery shells started raining down on us. The paper had been tossed aside as I rolled over to cover myself. The reinforcements were minimal, but my foxhole was defended well enough that the shells that landed around me couldn’t do me any real harm, unless one landed directly on top of me. That was the one that sat in front of me now still intact, and undetonated. I had half a mind to grab it and throw it as far from me as I could, but I was also terrified that it would go off in my face if I did. No need to have a headless body sent home to my family.
By Gunnar Anderson5 months ago in Fiction
Dining Out. Runner-Up in Leave the Light On Challenge.
I can remember the exact moment when I realised that my dad was a bad man. It's not a nice place to be at any time of life but as a young kid, it's the worst, I think, because you don't really have the analytical tools to deal with it, tools that, over time, you've gathered and honed with the experience of living. Then you can craft it, whatever it is - the disappointment, the betrayal, the fear, or all of these things combined - into something manageable, that you can look at, at least, and live with.
By Rachel Deeming5 months ago in Fiction
Waiting For Dawn. Content Warning.
6 pm She loved Vampire films, and tonight she was going to watch a classic, "Nosferatu", Max Shrek's portrayal was her favourite portrayal of the undead. While she loved Christopher Lee's "Dracula", his suave vampire did not hold for her, the threat and creepiness of the Max Shrek monster.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Fiction
A Dark & Stormy Night
Mark was driving alone, along the road at night, when his car suddenly decided to break down. He was on holiday in a quaint little town in Yorkshire and just so happened to break down near a phone booth. With the lights still on, he got out of his car and walked over to the phone booth and called up for a break down truck. The recipient answered the phone and said he couldn’t be there for an hour. So, Mark decided to reluctantly wait till he arrived.
By George Hall5 months ago in Fiction
Shadows on the Edge of Tomorrow
By Nadeem Shah The rain had a way of softening the city’s edges. Buildings that normally looked sharp and unforgiving now blurred into a watercolor of gray and silver. Streetlights bled into the puddles, their glow stretching out in ripples with every raindrop that fell.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Fiction
Shadows on the Edge of Tomorrow
By Nadeem Shah The rain had a way of softening the city’s edges. Buildings that normally looked sharp and unforgiving now blurred into a watercolor of gray and silver. Streetlights bled into the puddles, their glow stretching out in ripples with every raindrop that fell.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Fiction
