Every Planet We Reach Is Dead"I'm sorry."
He whispers it. He very seldom whispers. I don't know if anyone but me has ever heard him speak in such a quiet manner. But it's understandable. He's exhausted.
I hold him close to me. Under the bandaging, my chest hurts. I don't need stitches but I would've if the wound went much deeper. It probably wouldn't hurt, though but I don't want to. I'd have to answer questions then, and people wouldn't understand. They'd try to take him away.
It'd be easier if I could just holler for Medic. He'd fix it with no comment but rolled eyes. But Medic's home in Germany. The war's been long over.
I slide the helmet off Jane's head. H
Demo and Soldier: Fifty Themes#01 - WalkingDemo and Soldier: Fifty Themes2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They strode to their respective battle lines like men walking to a Death Row execution, each wondering in the backs of their minds how, after all they'd done together, they had gotten to this point.
#02 - Waltz
"Christ, I don't even know how you talk me into these things... the least you could do is stop stepping on my goddamn feet."
#03 - Wishes
After Jane explained what he had meant by what he'd uttered as the shooting star had streaked across the sky, Tavish slung an arm warmly, if not a bit drunkenly, over his best friend's shoulders and said that Jane was a real soldier's far as HE was concerned.
#04 - Wonder
Let GoThey tell me it's up to me to end this.Let Go3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maybe they don't say it outright, but I can tell by the way they keep looking at me as they pass me by. 'It's your responsibility', their eyes keep telling me, 'and if you don't end it it ain't never gonna end.'
How dare they. How dare they put this all on my shoulders, not just my team, but his team as well.
But it's up to me to end it, says popular opinion. They tell me these kind of things and they wonder why I go through Scrumpy like water. If they had this kind of pressure on them, I'd like to see any of those lads stay sober.
It's got to end somehow, though. He can't win this fight. There's no
Saturday Night"Ach laddie I cannae believe ye did thae'!"Saturday Night2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Demo was laughing and laughing, so hard he could barely keep sitting on the bench. It was odd behavior for someone in a jail cell, but he'd been through worse, and besides, the two of them seemed to wind up in this kind of situation a lot, for various reasons.
Jane, after all, was hard to stop once he got going in a fight. The Soldier'd probably punched out more cops on a regular basis than was good for anyone- it was only by mercy of their contracts that they rarely spent more than a night behind bars. They were probably in for a hell of a scolding by their respective bosses later, th
AislingicheThe summer wind off the ocean was salty and cool, gently caressing the faces of the two men who sat on the beach in lawn chairs, curling their toes in the sand and passing a bottle between them.Aislingiche1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
One of them, short blonde hair and vivid blue eyes, built strongly, a pair of silver tags resting against the blue fabric of his t-shirt, turns to his fellow, equally strong, one eye (or lack thereof) hidden behind a black patch, the other cocoa brown and bright, smile impish, skin dark and handsome. He smiles back, crooked.
"Today was a good day."
"Aye, t'was, m'lad. How'd ye like everything?"
"Jesus, it was great. Just like you said it'd be."
Broken Brotherhood: TF2The Red-clad Scottish demolitions expert shoved his eyelander into the dirt for support, straining to hold up both of his hands on the hilt to support his body weight. His body lurched a bit and blood coughed out of his mouth, already dead to the world. His head lifted upwards, driven only by anger and will, and roll it's only eye towards the Blue-dressed rocketeer across the bridge. Similarly, the soldier was keeled over, the pickaxe stuck in the ground a few feet in front of him as he vomited a mixture of blood and puke on the ground beneath him, getting the disgusting concoction all over his uniform, but still, he refused to give up. His hBroken Brotherhood: TF23 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Small OneI only went there, you must understand, because the Soldier tasked me to. Our demolitions man claimed that, in his most recent drunken stupor, he had lobbed a few high-powered explosives towards the other base during ceasefiretechnically, this is against the rules, although I can't imagine that ruthless shrew of an Administrator letting herself be upset by it. She usually applauds the spread of violence. Nonetheless, it would be best for us to check, the two of them insisted, best for her to hear from us first if anyone was hurt out of battle, because then we might seem at least a bit responsible. And so, alone and sparsely armed, I wasThe Small One1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
a poemA few more steps and I'd have my first kill of the day, and maybe the idiot would let me be the rest of the day, steady, can't risk that he hears me.a poem1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"You really should stop using that cologne," I jumped with surprise when he turned and smiled at me, dropping my knife in the process, he stood, walked to me and pressed a rose and a card in my hands. I looked at them in confusion, then I felt his kukri in my midsection and the world went black for a while.
I opened my eyes in the respawn room and the scout was smiling down at me
"Looks like someone likes you," he said and I looked in my hands, I was still holding the gifts, I opened the card