Flight 2501

Avatar Author: soup i write stuff sometimes. Read Bio

The sun flickers through my eyelids, warming my senses and bringing to life my blood.

It’s morning.

I gain my balance on the road, taking two quick glances to my right and left. Lifting my right hand, I attempt to read the time. However, I only find that my watch (along with my other possessions) is missing. Somehow, through my now aching bones, I can recall the events of last night clearly. Though, I’m not quite sure how to react.

I spit, removing the taste of slighted aged blood from my mouth. It splatters over the dirt, mixing with the dusty earth and splintered rocks.

My mind now hurts worse than my bones, and my stomach is fast approaching. Keeping my balance, I begin to walk down the dirt road.

I don’t know where I am.
I don’t know where she is.

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  1. Avatar cthulhuburger

    The last line makes the story. I prefer this story by itself, without taking the prequel into consideration. I liked them both, but they work best alone. That’s one of the strengths of Ficly, I think, and one of the strengths of this story. Well done.

  2. Avatar Luca

    i prefer this story over thirty-two squared’s sequel

    nice work buddy

  3. Avatar 32 ^2

    5 star rating to counter the 1 star.

  4. Avatar Jessica Cahill

    There’s a very heavy sense of the unknown. I was as lost as the character, very well done.

  5. Avatar 32 ^2

    Yeah, I’m kind of in a self challenge. I’ve been waiting for a story that was still a great story by itself, but ambiguous too, one that could have multiple scenarios. I’m having a blast.

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