The Sun​

Justin walked into his son room with a small lamp observing the pictures his son drew on the wall.

“This isn’t good…” He mumbled to himself trying not to wake his sleeping son.

His son had drawn pictures of the sun, grass, and trees. These things were forbidden since the catastrophic wipe out a few years back, and the human race moved underground. If the authorities saw this they would take his child in for questioning. Justin had to get rid of it quickly. He rushed back to the kitchen where his wife was crying.

“Justin, they’re going to take him…” She was sobbing as he entered

Justin flipped his wife ash brown hair back around her ears and kissed her forehead. “Kath, I won’t let them take our son. We have to get that off the walls before morning. I want you to take Nick and go into our room while I clean it off.”

As he watched Kathy wipe her tears and go get their sun he moved quickly through the kitchen grabbing cleaning supplies and filling a small bucket up with water. She came back holding their son in her arms trying to move slowly so she wouldn’t wake him as she walked to their room. They gave each other a nod as Justin passed by her quickly but silently. Once in the room, he grabbed the small brush out of the bucket while spraying the wall with cleaner. He began scrubbing the wall as hard as he could trying to get the picture off the wall, but no matter how hard he tried it wouldn’t go away.

“SHIT!” he shouted to himself.

Kathy came running in the room. “Whats wrong?” she asked

“Nothing, its okay.” He tried to reassure her.

“It’s not coming off?” She asked.

“No, we can paint over it. Let’s grab the paint from the closet and paint the whole room.” Justin dropped his cleaning supplies and briskly walked back to the kitchen to grab the paint they had in the back of one of the closets.

When he came back into the room he gave his wife one of the paint buckets. “Cover it all up.” He smiled at her trying not to panic himself.

Hours went by as they painted their son room until the colony alarm went off notifying everyone that the day begins soon, and the inspectors will be coming around.

“It’s done. Hurry and shower, and I’ll be right behind you.” He kissed Kathy on the forehead before she walked away to the bathroom.

He did a few more brush overs on the wall and threw the rest of the paint back in the closet before he went to shower also.

When Justin got out of the shower he heard his wife at the door greeting the inspector and letting him in.

“Hello, Inspector.” Justin came and shook his hand.

“Hello sir, I noticed your child isn’t slipping in his room. Is there a reason why?” He shook Justin’s hand.

“He had nightmares so I let him sleep with me.” Kathy smiled.

The Inspector gave an awkward look. “Well how about we wake him and ask?”

Kathy, and Justin both looked at each other.

“Its okay go and, get him.” Justin nodded to Kathy.

As she walked away his heart started racing as he thought about what to do as she went to get their son.

“Here he is, just a bit sleepy.” Kathy came back snapping Justin from his thoughts.

“Hi, there young man.” The Inspector took a knee to get down to Nicks height.

“Hi, mister.” Nick spoke wiping his eyes.

“Did you have bad dreams last night?” The Inspector asked in such a nice voice to try to get him to tell the truth.

“No mister.” Nick mumbled still rubbing his eyes.

The Inspector just looked at Kathy, and Justin as he grabbed Nicks hand, and walked him towards his room. “Well, unless you’re having bad dreams this is where you must sleep. Okay, Nick?” he smiled at Nick

“Yes mister, but where’s the sun?” Nick looked at his freshly painted walls.

“What did you just say?” The Inspectors tone had an edge to it, as his grip on Nicks’ hand tightened.

Justin panicked and quickly struck the inspector over his head with a nearby vase knocking him unconscious. Shock on Kathy and Nicks face as the Inspector laid there unmoving.

“What did you do Justin!? Why?” Kathy cried out grabbing Nick.

“You and I both know what the punishment is when you speak of it!” Justin turned to her. “DEATH BY STRANGULATION!”

“DEATH IS THE PUNISHMENT FOR HURTING ANY GOVERNMENT OFFICIAL!” Kathy was now yelling back at Justin which caused Nick to start crying.

Justin took a knee near Nick. “Its time for you to take care of mom now okay. No crying, I’m going to have to go away for a bit so I need you to be a man in my place.” He smiled rubbing Nicks’ head.

Kathy just stared at Justin. “Justin…” was all she could get out before he kissed her.

“Get out of here before security comes from him not checking in. You didn’t see anything, but you have no go now, and no buts.”

Justin turned away from them both and walked into the kitchen grabbing a knife. When he came back to Nicks room his son and wife were still there.

“I can’t leave you, Justin, I won’t.” Kathy was still crying.

Justin hid the knife behind his back so Nick wouldn’t see. “You have to. NOW GO!” Justin yelled trying not to let a tear fall down his eyes.

He slammed the door after his wife and son finally left, and walked near the inspector laying on the floor unconscious. “I’m sorry.” He let out as he impaled his knife through his heart killing him. He then leaned on the wall taking a deep breath and impaling the knife into his own heart.

“Live…. On…”

Back with another Flash Fiction! Hope you guys enjoy this and feel free to comment and like below. This one was kind of hard for me since I stepped out of my comfort zone of fantasy and action.

Witness

After a long night of hanging with the fellas and watching sports Jamie and Marcus were finally headed home.

“Before I drop you off I have to make a quick stop on the way to your house bro.” Jamie told Marcus “It’ll be real quick”

“Man, this isn’t one of your booty calls is it?” Marcus asked

“Come on now, I’m saving myself for marriage” Jamie joked as Marcus just gave him a flat stare. “Besides its a guy. I left something at his house last week I just need to grab it.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m in no rush.”

Jamie and Marcus finally arrived at Jamie’s friend house.

“I’ll be right back, this will be real quick, just need to grab something and make sure Franks alright.” Jamie said to Marcus while opening the car door.

“Man can I use his bathroom I gotta piss.” Marcus laughed while shaking his legs.

“Man—  sit your ass down and, hold it I’m coming right back” Jamie laughed while getting out the car.

Asshole. Marcus thought to himself as he watched Jamie walk up to Franks house.

As the time passed by Marcus couldn’t hold it anymore so he got out the car and went on the side of Franks house near some bushes to urinate. While he was relieving himself he heard arguing coming from the house. He could hear Jamie voice along with another deep male voice. Jamie was yelling at the other guy who Marcus could only assume was Frank. He was yelling at him about how he was supposed to have something ready for him. Marcus debated on if he should go back to the car or knock on the door and see if everything was alright.

“It’s none of my business. Just get back in the car.” Marcus thought to himself as he began to walk away from the house. Suddenly a loud gunshot noise came from the house causing Marcus to get down and look back towards the house. He looked towards the windows to see if he could see anything or anyone. There was Jamie looking right back at him, with a weapon in his hand. Looking right into Jamie’s hazel brown eyes not knowing what he should do, as his heart rate increased sporadically. Jamie broke eye contact running towards the front door, sending Marcus into a frenzy.

Marcus weighed his options, he didn’t know if he should stay and wait to hear out Jamie’s explanation of what he just did or if he should just make a run for it. Marcus heard the door open, and his instinct to survive kicked in as he ran through the field and across the street. Running through the dark streets Marcus didn’t hear or see anything behind him as he stopped to catch his breath. Bending down his hands on his knees, panting relentlessly. His phone rings, he picks it up and notices its Jamie.

“Jamie, what the hell?” Marcus asked still trying to catch his breath.

“Marcus… I didn’t mean to do that” Jamie said on the other end sounding as if he were panicking. “We started arguing, and he reached for the gun and it went off. You have to believe me, Marcus.”

“You have to call the police, and turn yourself in if you didn’t mean it they will understand.”

“Hello? Jamie?” Marcus didn’t get an answer as Jamie went silent.

Marcus turned around and noticed a car in the distance. He went and waved his hand trying to get the cars attention. The car began coming in his direction, and Marcus sighed a sigh of relief. The car got closer and wasn’t slowing down, but Marcus noticed too late as the car was already within striking distance of hitting him. Marcus flew over the top of the car rolling onto the pavement. In pain, Marcus couldn’t move much as he heard the door open and Jamie’s voice followed.

“Why’d you run? You made me panic!” Jamie said walking in circles around Marcus with his hands pressed hard against his head holding his weapon.

“There’s still time to make this right, you don’t have to do this Jamie.” Marcus said wincing in pain.

“I’m not going to jail, I can’t go back to jail. I’d die in there.”

Marcus went silent.

“Marcus?” Jamie leaned closer to the still Marcus.

Marcus jumped up using everything he had left in him head-butting Jamie staggering him. Marcus went for the gun trying to take it but, Jamie’s grip was ungiving. They began tussling for the gun until it went off, both Marcus and Jamie stepped back looking at each other.

“Marcus?” Jamie asked as he fell to his knees. “Marcus? I’m sorry.”

He said as he watched Marcus eyes widen as he placed his hands on the gunshot wound that pierced his chest.

Marcus fell to the ground lifeless.

End.

Flight

As Shawn took another sip of his whiskey a young lady came and took the seat next to him.

“Wow, a drink already?” She smiled “I’m Lauren.” she said as she extended her hand.

“I’m Shawn.” he said as he shook her hand. She felt his sweaty palm as she shook back.

“I take it you don’t like flying?” Lauren asked
“This is my first time actually” Shawn replied while taking another sip of his whiskey.
“Ahh, it’s not that bad! Trust me I do it all the time. It’ll be to be easy, I’ll talk you through it…. just relax.”
“That’s why I’m drinking, I’m trying to—“ Shawn stopped short when he noticed the plane began to taxi onto the runway. “Here we go. I don’t know how I got talked into taking a flight.” Shawn downed the rest of his whiskey. “Nerves are bad, and the plane hasn’t even—”  Shawn was cut off by the flight attendants announcement to the passengers.
“Please enjoy the flight.” The flight attendant said as the announcement ended.
“This is your captain speaking, we’ve been given the green light to take off. flight attendants please be seated for take off.” The captain’s announcement ended.

As the plane began to speed up, and Shawn became anxious. He closed his eyes and put his hand on his head as his legs began to shake. “Please God I know I haven’t been the best of people in this world but I promise if you help me make it out of this I will change my life”  Shawn prayed to himself as the plane began ascending. He felt like he heard every little noise the plane made.
“Is it suppose to sound like that?” Shawn asked Lauren.
“What noise? The engine?” Lauren said with a smile that went unnoticed to Shawn. His eyes were closed and his head leaned back in the seat. She placed her hand on his leg. “It’s fine. I’ll get you another drink on me when we are at cruising altitude…. Just relax!” She giggled
“Girl—” he started just gazing at her blue eyes. “I need that drink now.” he replied while shaking his head. Lauren just tried not to laugh, but she thought it was funny.
“This is your captain speaking. We are now at 33,000 feet our cruising altitude. The flight attendants will be around shortly to assist you with drinks and snacks. Should be approximately three hours and a half until we land in Fairbanks, Alaska.”
“33,000 FEET!? He had to say that? We don’t need to know how high in the damn air we are. Lord!” Shawn looked at Lauren who was side eyeing him while covering her mouth trying not to laugh. “Is this funny?”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she put her head down, as she began to turn red. “I’m not laughing…. I promise!”
Shawn just shook his head as he caught glimpse of the flight attendant walking down the aisle with her cart.
“Would you like a drink or a snack?” the flight attendant asked Lauren who was still trying to hold her laughter in. Shawn answered instead. “We will take a triple shot of whiskey and vodka. No ice please!”
“Okay, I’ll get that right away.” The flight attendant seemed astonished at the choices Shawn selected.  “Anything for you Ms?” she asked Lauren who now had gained her composure.
“Just a coke and rum for me please.” She smiled looking at Shawn nearly downing his whiskey.
“I needed that.” Shawn said finally claiming himself.
“I told you once you get to cruising altitude you’ll be fine. Flying isn’t all that scary.”
“Girl, I’m probably only relaxed now because I got this liquor in me.”
“So what brings you to Fairbanks?” Lauren asked
“Just visiting a friend. She’s having a baby and I’m coming for support.” Shawn replied.
“Well, that’s kind of you. How long are you staying?”
“Just a few days. Not long.”
“Well if you get some free time maybe give me a call or text and I’ll show you around.”
“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea. I’m sure you could show me a lot of things.” Shawn and Lauren were now flirting back and forth until the plane began to tremble abruptly and the seatbelt sign illuminated.
“Seems like we are hitting some unexpected turbulence….please stay seated and put your seatbelt on as the seatbelt sign is now illuminated.” The captain announced.
Shawn closed his eyes trying not to panic, but he began to shudder at the thought of what was happening. “Lord I’m coming to you again. Please allow me to make it through this flight I will never do this again. I will get a rental and just drive home if you help me make it through this flight.” Shawn prayed to himself again. The turbulence was gone. “Thank you Lord”. Shawn thought to himself.
“The turbulence has cleared, and we are now preparing to land. Flight attendants please prep the cabinet for landing.” The captain announced.
“This is the last part Shawn, then we will be on the ground and your first flight will be over!” Lauren said clapping and looking at Shawn who seemed to be very anxious.The sound of the plane breaking soon followed.
“Welcome to Fairbanks Alaska where the current time is 9:24 pm, hope you enjoy your stay, and thank you for flying with us.”

I wanted to challenge myself to write a Flash Fiction about someones first time flying on a plane. There will be a lot more Flash Fiction coming in the future. Remember to like comment, give suggestions, and subscribe if you liked it, and want to see all the other creations I have in store.

A Rebellion 

It’s been two years since the defeat of my beloved rebels. Along with my capture, and the rise of the new government of what used to be the United States. A dictator government who swears everything they are doing is in the interest of the people. I’m fifteen years old and I knew better to believe something like that. Every since I was captured along with fourteen other girls we’ve Read more

The Magician

Carter was glad that he finally got to dress up for the Cosplay festival. The Black Magician named Ta’Ron an original character in one of his comics. After last year when he went, he realized he didn’t have to be ashamed that he’s twenty-three and dressed up as a fictional character. If people didn’t like it “so what” he thought, it made him happy. He cut two eye holes in a white bandana he had as the finishing touch to his costume. He went to the mirror to get one final look at himself. Gazing at his dark skin, brown eyes, short black hair, dressed in a black cape, white gloves, a black garb, and his white bandana to cover his eyes. Gave himself a wink, turned off the lights in his apartment, then headed to the roof to get a good look at what shops to go to in the festival. Read more

Forgive Me For I Have Sinned

In the bathroom Dean let the water run as he stared in the mirror thinking about the decision he was nigh to make. He put his pale white hands in the water and rubbed them through his dark brown hair. Appearing in the mirror, his eyes were a bright red from the lack of sleep the night before. Sweat down his spine, his breathing was heavy, he closed his eyes and tried to let the running water calm him. His breathing slowed just a bit as the water calmed him. He opened his eyes and gazed at his average stature one last time as he turned off the water and began to walk back into the church halls.

Once he went into the church halls, he took in his surroundings, and noticed the red carpet leading from the center aisle to the pew. The crosses lined throughout the rock walls of the church, a chandelier hung from the walls which lit the church halls. The empty benches in rows from the front near the pew all the way to the back near the tall chained black exit door. To the right of the church was the confession booth, which is precisely what he was looking for.

Dean took a place on the bench closest to the confession booth as he waited for the person in the booth to leave. Five minutes went by and Dean started getting uneasy, thinking about what he was about to do, and say when he got into the booth. He started sweating on the backrest of his neck, forehead, and his palms. Another five minutes went by when Dean noticed a tall, blonde, blue-eyed woman walked out. Wearing a crimson dress, with a black sweater wrapped around her shoulders.

“The priest will see you right away, sir, may you be forgiven and have a blessed day” the lady said as Dean just stared at her.

Dean sat down in the booth when he heard the priest

“What is your name my son” The priest asked Dean

“I am Dean, father” Dean answered in a rasping voice

“You have a confession my son?”

“Please forgive me father for I have sinned”

“What is your sin, my son”

“My thoughts father, I think about injuring a man who has defiled my wife”

“What makes you believe this man has defiled your wife my son”

“I left work early because of a suspicion I had with my wife and it turns out it was true father, she…..” he stopped short to gather himself because actually saying the words made him furious. “She has been cheating on me, soiling my bed with another.”

“It will not be right my son, if you hurt the man.. Do not taint your soul to suffer another. Cast forth your faith in God, and all will be taken care of. He has a plan for you nonetheless”

“I can no longer wait for him to intervene father, my thoughts are becoming overwhelming. I can’t even look at her anymore knowing what she has done, but what makes it worse father is that the man who defiled her is a man of faith” Deans heart started thumping as if it was going to pop through his chest.

“A man of faith? Child what do you mean” the priest stated, sliding back the window so he could look at Deans face.

Once the priest forced the window back, he could see Dean sweating profoundly through his white shirt with his hands inside of his blue jean pockets. He looked into Deans eyes and saw nothing but anger, and it started to make him sweat. His heart raced, as he made out the Deans face from a picture he had seen in his mistress house.

“My child forgive me for I have sinned——”

The bullet shell hit the floor. (The end)

Merely wanted to try my hand at a 300-1500 word real short story. Please comment below and let me know what you guys think, and what I should change for future short stories. Hopefully you liked it, just a quick read. An idea I wanted to fetch out my head while I was thinking about it.

~Lionheart