The Crash Short Story

"Lieutenant Y/N L/N " His voice deep. "Yes Batman". I replied swiftly. Hoping he wouldn't have heard the fright in my voice. "What is going on here" he said

The boy got up, positioning his drum around his neck and brushing off his sticks. His eyes darted around trying to find the general, so he could get another pep talk before risking his life. When he couldn’t find the general he decided to pull on his coat and join the huddle of other boys over by some barracks.

After days of being out at sea a storm started up. Lightning struck the boat, but everyone was okay. It had seemed like a long night, while the boat shook back and forth from the storm. Ben tried to fall asleep for hours and finally was able to.

“I- I’m fine” the Captain’s voice was hoarse and broke when he started talking, “he’s dead, I shot him.”

he stumbles upon more dead in the nearby creek . He is still daydreaming about the battle

“But don’t you see Lieutenant? I didn’t have a choice. I don’t want to be here. I had a life all planned out. I was planning my wedding until the fucking draft notice showed up. We set the date to be next month, February 10th, and I fully intent on being alive until then.”

machine guns and artillery bring upon the GIs. He jolts back to reality by desperate pleas for

He kind of just stood there for a second with a giant laser burn where his heart used to beat and dropped dead on the ground. I kept moving forward toward the white ship again but before I get there I see a guy camping in a spot near the ship and I decide to sneak up behind him and melee him to death so I go up to him and I pistol whipped him in the back of the head and he died instantly. After that I look at the scoreboard it says 56 to 73 I do an emote because we're winning but I keep moving. I walk under the ship and I see one of my teammates

They were startled by the fear they could hear in the voice of the young Petty Officer making the call. “Blackbeard Main, this is Blackbeard Actual we have an estimate of 500 hostiles in view. We are requesting reinforcements.” Said the young Petty Officer.

It all started going wrong for John, Sam and Joseph, when they started to hear sputtering from the engine's core. Their stomachs dropped as they started to plummet to the ground. It all happened in a flash as the cargo from the plane fell out of the back. The plane makes contact with ocean and they soon realize the plane is starting to fill up with water. “Are you guys okay?!” shrieked John. “Yeah I'm fine.” replied Sam. “Guys!!” Yelled Joseph. “I am trapped under the seat, and I can't move my leg.” “Were coming.” Yelled Sam and John, but just then the plane broke in two and they lost sight of Joseph. Sam and John were panicked, but had to get out of the plane so they broke down the plane's door and grabbed two life jackets and bolted out. The current was strong, but the adrenaline overcome Sam and John while they were swimming for their lives.

The boat rocks uneasily beneath him, as he struggles to react, flinging his laptop into the waterproof shell, stored under the seat. He throws himself at the throttle, pulling the watercraft out of its slumber, the engine squealing to life.

It was 2:00 am I was sitting on my couch, thinking of something to do.Then a thought popped up in my mind. My thought was to make my own apple company with one of my friends, we would sell apple on the road for 10 cents an apple.

Crash. One, two, no, three plates hit the floor. I could for all intents and purposes feel my spirit drain from my body as that sound rung throughout the restaurant. I paused for a moment to recollect my thoughts, looking up to see a collection of dirty plates, bowls, and pans stacked nearly a foot high on the shelf and beginning to collect around my feet as there was nowhere else to put them. With a stack of plates so tall, the grease had allowed a plate to slip and take several others with it to crash onto the stone floor. Ah yes, this was dinner hour, the busiest hour of the night, on Friday, the busiest day of the week in general, and it was my first week on the job. Straightaway came the manager, Rachel, as well as a few of my coworkers. She looked to see glass scattered

Robert’s friends call him so he picks up the phone they said “do you want to go with us” Robert is not sure if he wants to go so they ask him to go over and over until he went. Roberts friends picked him up in a RV to go to a place that is a day or two away. When they get there he is shocked to see that they were going on a plane ride they knew how to ride planes but Robert was afraid of high places and plane crashes. Robert tried to leave but his friends told him you need to get over your fears and ride the plane he was so scared that he was about to call the cops but his friends talked him out of it so instead he was going to face his fear and ride on the plane.

He looked just in time to see a missile hit one of the cylindrical mechanisms. The red explosion turned into black smoke and the ship fell and smashed into the white house.