After I found my balance again, things started falling on me, hitting my helmet with dull taps and one heavy thump that snapped my head to my shoulder. I threw my free arm over my head and dropped to a knee and looked at John, who was doing the same thing. We were on a combat road the tanks had plowed through a grape field a few hours earlier...
This Short Story has 2850 original words of 2850.
“Probably best to make it look like a suicide.”
The two riflemen sat beside their rucksacks, cleaning their rifles. They drank chai and talked quietly while they worked. The one who had spoken unclipped the cleaning rod from the rifle barrel and held it in his hand like a wand. “Wouldn’t be too hard. We’ll just crack him in his sleep and leave that fucking bible he’s always reading in one hand, his rifle in the other. No problem.”
This Short Story has 2469 original words of 2469.
His cellphone plan had been discontinued due to lack of payment, but his roommate paid for the wifi, so he was still able to message her by e-mail.
“wanna hang out with me tonight?” she said in an e-mail.
“totally” he replied.
“pick me up from work? at 10?”
“ill be there”
This Short Story has 1977 original words of 1977.
“I just don’t see the point if he doesn’t even remember you anymore.”
“The doctors say it’s good for him.”
“But it’s not good for you.”
“I don’t care about me.”
“I care about you.”
“Then you should understand why this is important to me.”
“I don’t think I do. You know you don’t owe him anything, right?”
This Short Story has 1256 original words of 1256.
When the weekly session with his counselor was over, Tom walked down Hastings Street to the closest injection site. The day was bright but cold. He was wearing a hoody and a light rain jacket, and he had his hands in the pockets of the rain jacket as he walked by the tall, granite obelisk between Cambie and Hamilton. The obelisk was a war memorial. On the side facing Hamilton street there was an inscription carved into the granite...
This Short Story has 2190 original words of 2262.