Three point turns and U-turns tomorrow. *makes groaning noise*
So in a vain attempt to keep my brain's creative juices from dying (studying and playing violin keeps my PRODUCTIVE ones going), I'm going to try to write short stories here every once in a while. Those of you who don't know, I used to do lots and lots of writing, working on a book here and there...until like last year when my schedule filled up. Hence, me sticking to short stories. Mostly, they'll be quite random about no particular subjects (though some will be quite predictable, but do bear with me, I'm trying to work on my writing style as well), but DO let me know what you think! Thanks :)
Home into the Wind
"You'll do fine, Ry!" Brian patted him on the back. "Do write!" Uncle Chad said with a big grin on his face. "Be careful out there, son..." His mother, sobbing as he left the house. "Do us proud, kid-o." His dad.
Most notoriously sticking out in Ryan's mind, Sofia's ashen face as he set foot onto the Navy Transport, having spent a long time saying their final farewells. Adieu to his fiance, his wife-to-be, his soul mate. As the door shut, a ray of sunlight reflected a tear on her face, sparkling like the dew on the morning grass.
Memories of this disintegrated into the nightmare of that last fight in the air. Watching his wingman get shot down, watching his own wing get blown off and the infinite feeling of falling, hearing Death whispering his name in his ear, beckoning him towards the darkness.
After ejecting, he felt himself crash into a canopy of trees. Pain beyond imagination...
Before he woke up with a start, sweating bullets. He took a look around his surroundings. It was the transport plane back to D.C. Back home.
Lieutenant Ryan Talard was a Navy pilot who was enlisted when the War started at age 25. He was shot down in a struggle for control over the Italian border. He endured four years as a prisoner of war before the UN came and rescued him. He had been granted indefinate leave from his commander, and he was now on his way home with a collection of papers and a bound book that served to remind him of the hell he had endured in his time as a POW.
He got out of his seat and washed his face. Returning to his seat, he took out a random stack of paper and began reading random excerpts from there.
December 15th Just got out of the academy and I'm on the ship. Me and my bud Rocky both got onto this ship so it's pretty cool. Alert Five scrambles at least four times a day keeps us sharp. I miss Sofia very much though. I love you.
December 31st New Year's Eve on a ship is not as hyped up as people make it out to be. We just finished a mission yesterday and suffered some pretty heavy losses, so the mood is quite sombre onboard the ship. No drills today though. Miss you dear.
Early March This is the first chance I've gotten to write down what's happened in the past few weeks. I can only write this now in hopes that one day someone might find this if I don't survive. I think I'm somewhere in Spain. I was shot down fighting for Milan's safety. Rocky's dead and I think I'm the only one they managed to capture. They've given me only this paper and this stub of a pencil I'm writing with. The torture has been unbearable...I've wanted to give up so many times...but... (the paper was torn here)
Autumn, Rainy Day The torture has lessened. They seem to have resigned to the fact that I won't tell them anything. I think they're going to kill me. I want to do it myself so they won't get the pleasure of doing it themselves. But I must keeping living on. For my country. For Sofia.
Spring Sofia... (blood stains)
Shrugging off the shudders that he felt reading these again, he decided to call his mother again to tell her that they were touching down in an hour. When he had first called her, naturally she had started sobbing hysterically on the phone. The Navy had marked him Killed-in-Action the day he was shot down and everyone at home had thought him dead. Ryan's father had been no exception to tears over the phone.
He had tried to reach Sofia several times, but her phone number had changed. His parents said that she had gone into depression for months after the Navy told them he was dead and had since moved out of state. Ryan promised himself he would look for her, the only thing that kept him alive and going these past four years. His focal point. The love of his life.
"Ladies and gentleman, as we are landing shortly, please ensure that your seatbelts are fastened..."