.:Lighting the Path:.The city streets were laden with slick rain;17th street snaked down in a steep curve,Running along the old buildings Its cobblestone clawsBlood curdling screams tore through the night,Ravens cackled with their mocking tones.Walking with feet so slowLouder the screams become.Cutting off short with a thud,Creeping out of the shadowsThe culprit walks.
.:Black in Flight:. WIP “I can’t believe we’re finally here,” she said, looking over at the Lieutenant. “Yeah, Commander will be happy to have us back,” the Lt. smiled at the Sergeant. They walked together through the middle of the runway of the base and looked for the tents containing the other officers. The course ground beneath their feet felt like home almost, then again it was hard to tell what they were walking on with their thick combat boots and pilots gear they had on. Finally, reaching the Commanders tent they stepped into it and greeted him formally. “Sir,” the Lt. nodded his head and saluted him, the Sgt.
The Airman and the Marine #5 Copeland looked around, his eyes darting from side to side. This action confused me and before I could ask him what he was doing he kissed me. It only lasted for a few moments, but to me, it felt like ages, wonderful ages. He took my breath away in the most truthful sense of the phrase. I looked at him and smiled, “What was that for?” I asked. He slowly backed away from me, my favorite crooked grin spreading across his face. I closed my eyes briefly, I could see nothing but light behind my lids; it was bright in the well-lit hospital room. It seemed like I’d been asleep for days, the persistent beeping noise coming fro
The Airman and the Marine #4We were at a fairly high altitude so it would take us a few moments to hit the ground. In those moments my ears were blocked off and as the Tower responded it was muffled but I could still here, “Tower Control to unit two-sixteen, stay calm. You can pull out of this, just pull back on the yoke, do it now, Wolfe! You won’t be the only one who dies if you give up now!” they screamed at me and I felt dizzy. I looked down and realize there was a large gash in my side where parts of the plane had cut me. “I’m wounded and Jennings is knocked out cold, I don’t know if he’s alive or not.” I said and t
The Airman and the Marine #3“You ready, Jennings?” I said and heard the crackle of the microphone as he replied, “You bet, Wolfe.” I smiled and looked forward. Slowly hitting the gas, the plane moved forward just like a car would. Keeping my hand steady on the yoke I moved it and positioned the plane so it would go onto the correct runway. I switched the radio so the radio control tower before I proceeded to the runway. “Tower control, this is unit two-sixteen, requesting permission to head to the runway Alpha 6.” The crackling of the radio sounded in my ears. “Permission granted, report to runway Alpha 6, unit two-sixteen.&rdqu
The Airman and the Marine #2 I felt his chest rise and fall in slow breaths, “Don’t worry, Wolfy, maybe we’ll see each other out there sometime.” He said, in a tired sounding voice. Tears streamed down my face and I hugged him tighter. “Maybe, someday…” I trailed off and closed my eyes tight. His arms tightened around me and he kissed my forehead.Years later A loud knock slammed against my door in the barracks and I jumped awake, almost falling off the bunk bed. “Hey, Wolfe! Get off your ass and let’s go. We’ve got a mission,” instantly, I knew it was Sgt. Kingston at the door and he wasn&rsquo
The Airman and the MarineThe Airman and the Marine The room was darkened with a sense of dread that I knew everyone in the room felt. I knew they could handle it, my parents; they’d already been through this once before when my brother left. They survived then, they can survive now without me. “Mom, dad…I think you know what I’m about to tell you.” They both took in a nervous breath and nodded understandingly. The air in the living room was heavy, as if it were humid; it stuck to you like morning dew. “I’m joining the U.S. Air Force…” I said quietly, looking down at my feet as they moved uncomfortably in place
SuccubusYou've got a gun, I've got a gun.Let's write a tragic ending;Don't wanna be this way again. Don't wanna be the one to blame it's not enough,it's not enough, it never was,or never will be.
Hell This is hell, and we can't leave.
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