Polished draft (Flash Fiction)

Our mission was simple, assassinate Kyad Fud with one sniper bullet. And walk home like it never happened.

"Pull the trigger." Sam insisted.

"I cant, the wind is too high." I said.

"Its now or never John!" Sam said angrily. My cross hairs were bouncing and I had little change of take down.

"PULL THE TRIGGER!" Sam yelled.

I pulled the trigger. 

In that moment, I was teleported to a flashback. " Gentlemen  this is a simple covert operation. I want this to quick and clean. No mess ups. I choose you two men because you are the best men I have. Were not supposed to be in Afghanistan, and that's exactly why you cant make any mistakes. Literally  no mistakes or this county will  face a total sh*t storm. Understood?

The bullet left the barrel of the sniper rifle, I saw the bullet in slow motion. The bullet grazed Kyad Fud's ear. 

 All of the listeners covered their heads and scrambled. Kyad Fud's bodyguards already taken him to safety. 

"Sh*t" Sam said quietly. 

The afghans had started to shoot mortars on the hill we were laying on. We collected our stuff and headed down the hill because their was no other way. We had to kill Kyad Fud. Mortars and bullets flew left and right of us. I don't know how but somehow me and Sam split up. I was sprinting along side of a small ally way. And all of a sudden, and shelled mortar thumped the ground to the left of me and it sent me flying through the sandy drywall of a hut. My back hit the other side of the drywall and I flew through that too. I was dazed and needed to get on my feet. And stun grenade flew in front of my face and landed in the sun heated sand. It blew up and I was def and blind. 

Bullets flew in this sand tanned Afghan village. Mortars shot up destroying poorly made huts all around me. My vision returned to me and I managed to get to my feet. I grabbed my gun and ran up some stairs of a two story apartment. I put my finger on my nose and blew out. Sand flew out and my nose was now unclogged. As I made my was into the second room a man with a bandage wrapped around his head swung his gun like a baseball bat and hit me in the head.

Our mission was simple, assassinate Kyad Fud with one sniper bullet. And walk home like it never happened. 

Flash Fiction #1

There was a man. His silhouette was in the window. It seemed as if he was walking closer and closer. I was in a cabin up in the Alps by myself. I was alone. This man got closer and closer. I ran into my room and shut the door slowly and quietly.

I heard soft footsteps coming up on the door, then stop, turn. I hold my breath. I hear a clicking sound coming from the lock, the sound I imagine a million black beatles would make as they slid over each other. Then the door handle begins to turn.

The creaking of the old wooden door squeals as the door opens, quietly, carefully. The first thing I see is the barrel of a gun as it bares itself in the sunlight. What follows is a man. He is large, no, massive. A broad chest, over beaning shoulders, and a ball cap that reads "Beware of the bear" on it.

I cover my mouth and crawl under my bed, praying he didn't see me.
"Hello!" The large man yelled as he slung his gun over his shoulder.
"Hello!" he repeated, his voice becoming impatient.
"I just wanted to let you know that you left your car lights on." He scanned the cabin. I rolled out from under the bed.
"Oh thanks." I murmured, embarrassed about my over reaction.
"Just kidding, i'm here to kill you," the man yelled. He positioned his gun and pulled the trigger...

Colors - Reincarnation

         Being reincarnated is more strange than people think. There is stuff that happens that you would never think that would happen. For instance, there is a lot of colors. Yes, yes I know. It is very weird. Its almost like you are flying through a rainbow. I always wonder why that happens every time I die. I just fly through a rainbow. Colors, colors, and more colors. And right before I end the flight of reincarnation, a voice says, "Try a little harder this time". I am always very confused when that happens. I don't know what to try harder on. The voice doesn't say anything else. And then, simply I enter a new body. I enter a ocean of opportunities. I enter the future. I enter another sacred life...

Poem

Floor it...

Floor it like you are the last person on earth

Floor it like your dad just gave you his keys to his Ferrari

Floor it like it has been a red light for years and all of a sudden changes to green

Floor it like the world is falling apart behind you

Floor it like a hoard of zombies is right in front of you

Floor it like you are about to go off a jump to make history

Floor it like your days are numbered

Floor it like time is counting down



Floor it like like there is no tomorrow...

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Let me tell you a story about me:

I have been waiting two months for it. I ordered it two months ago and its still not here. Not a day goes by that i don't think of it. One day, I was just watching TV with my step brother in the basement. We were bored and had nothing to do. Then, all of a sudden the door bell rang. That sound instantly reminded me of it. Earlier today, I was looking at the UPS tracker and it said it would arrive some time this week. I sprang up from the couch and jogged upstairs. My heart rate elevated as I went up the stairs. I turned the corner skidding on my socks. Jumped the hairy sheep dog and went for the home strait to the door. I reached the door and instantly opened it. A man dressed in a brown UPS suit holding a hand sized box. The small box gleamed in shinny tape. I attempted to sign the exchange papers but I was shaking in excitement. I have been waiting for this for two months. Finally got my name on the papers and thanked the man. The weight of the box was about right. Slowly opening the box. I cut the last strand of tape. The cardboard box opened. And there it was. My black iPhone 5.