The boys are getting so big. (Christopher left, Nico, right.)
I entered this short story into my first competitive contest. I didn't win so I will publish it here. - cf
June 9, 2016
I shifted the steering controller of my fighter plane hard to the left and wildly pulled the stick to the right, hoping that I got enough zig-zag in my attempts to thwart off the attacking, relentless, enemy plane. The G force of the plane made me dizzy. I squeezed my muscle’s to prevent the blood from rushing away from my brain. I know through my training if too much blood drained from my brain I would black out.
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” I shouted. I was only reassuring myself
since I was the lone occupant in this cockpit.
I needed to think but my adrenaline is creating such extreme tunnel vision. I have to focus and get away before I die!
“Fly forward, fly forward,” I shouted. " Keep focused!"
The plane darted south and upward into the blue-sky. I didn’t see
any horizon. Just a path towards heaven. My body trembled and shook as if my conscience was trying to escape my reality. The blood quickly filled back into my brain and my thought process began anew.
“Pull-up, pull-up, do a 360, get behind him,” the thought
raced into my head.
I pulled the yolk to the left. My aircraft abruptly turned hard as it followed my commands telegraphed from my working on the stick. The G-force pulled me back into my
seat. I squeezed my body. The blood pressure cuffs, inside my flight suit,
inflated assisting me with containing my blood flow in what felt like the
impossible thing to do, stay awake.
"G-force- G-force,” a computer voice emanating for the control panel blared out.
“Go, go, go,” I yelled.
The nose of the plane pieced the atmosphere as it veered into a 180-degree left turn. Condensation streamed off the angles of the planes wing tips coloring the blue canvass sky with white streaks marking it's flight path to those who may be watching from the ground.
“Boom, boom.”
The fighter jet broke the sound barrier as it went supersonic speeds. The rumbling can be heard from the those watching down below even though the jets are 30,000 feet above!
The fighter jet broke the sound barrier as it went supersonic speeds. The rumbling can be heard from the those watching down below even though the jets are 30,000 feet above!
My ear canals slowly closed. My equilibrium is off and I felt off balance in my seated position. I was deaf to the noises around me except for a high pitch sound piercing my brain. The blackness not only affected my hearing but it began to pinch off the my blood flow to my brain. I slowly lost consciousness and drifted off into the unknown.
“Where am I," I said while coming back to reality. I had blacked out for a second or two.
I began to focus on the planes controls in front of me. I was inhaling oxygen from my mask. The sound of the air being pumped into my helmet was overwhelming me but it was a good indication to remind me I was alive.
The fresh O2 replenished my body. I looked beyond the gauges and saw the enemy jet fighter in front of me.
The fresh O2 replenished my body. I looked beyond the gauges and saw the enemy jet fighter in front of me.
I survived and was back in the fight. I was now on the attack with the enemy in my sights. Let the chess match begin, again. We can’t call this a
draw and go home. The enemy was still going to engage me. It was evident only one of us was going home on this day. This beautiful day, that has been
lost in an ugly war, just below the heavens. Today will not be another ordinary day. Today one of us has a
ticket to heaven and fate will still have its say.
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