Test Flight
"Ground Control, this is Tango-Fox-five-seven-eight, approaching outer radius of target area, over."
"Roger, Tango-Fox, you are approaching outer radius of target area, cleared to cross into the restricted zone while remaining in constant radio contact, over."
"Control, you betcha, I'll be in contact every second, I want this thing settled as much as you guys do. I'm three miles beyond the perimeter, and - what the hell!? Oh God, the sky's tearing open God help me Control I see flames I see stars I see angels..."
"Come in Tango-Fox, come in please, I've lost your signal, damnit, we've lost another one!"
Another try at a six sentence story. I hope I've left you wondering just what is in this restricted area.
"Roger, Tango-Fox, you are approaching outer radius of target area, cleared to cross into the restricted zone while remaining in constant radio contact, over."
"Control, you betcha, I'll be in contact every second, I want this thing settled as much as you guys do. I'm three miles beyond the perimeter, and - what the hell!? Oh God, the sky's tearing open God help me Control I see flames I see stars I see angels..."
"Come in Tango-Fox, come in please, I've lost your signal, damnit, we've lost another one!"
Another try at a six sentence story. I hope I've left you wondering just what is in this restricted area.
Labels: fiction
posted by The Wandering Author | Permalink: 11:53 PM
3 Comments:
"I see stars I see angels"...
great story.. it's amazing what a couple of sentences can do..
well done :D
c ya
ohhh this could be so many different things couldn't it;)
I was on the edge of my seat and couldn't figure out why the story ended there, till I saw it was a six sentence story. You did a lot with so few sentences.
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