Stories tagged “terrorist”
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Confessional
The spoon in the cup rattled like the jangling chains of a tortured apparition as Father Rodge attempted to stir. He had already had three cups of tea this evening, but his nerves needed suppressing. All he had done all night was take confessions. But ...
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An Act Of Violence
“Why the fuck did this happen? How does a man dressed in black planting bombs in the subway get regarded as a fucking homeless person with fucking graffitti?” The president screamed in his agent’s face, holding him against the wall. &...
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The Davis Identity (Editors Challenge)
The vomit between my feet was the same texture as the biscuits and gravy I’d eaten for breakfast. A terrorist attack on the California Zephyr, they said, but I was unprepared for the scene that unfolded before me. The explosion had to have been h...
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Pandora Virus
“Beautiful”, she said looking at the image in front of her. “And deadly”, he replied. “An untreated morbidity rate of 100% within 36 hours. And even with treatment that only diminishes to 80%. Multiple pathogenic pathways. Airborne, contact, ...
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A Tuesday in September
It was a Tuesday morning. The sky was clear and it promised to be a beautiful day. The summer was changing into fall. My wife, a middle school teacher, was already out of the house and at work when I got up. I was between jobs and had just sat down in ...
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A Tuesday in September, Part Two
I got to the school and went in. The place was in lockdown and parents were enroute to pick up their kids. Everyone was upset and tense. My wife was outwardly calm, as she always was in a crisis. But inside, she was shaken to the core. There was a TV o...
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Born Again
They said it was impossible but they still tried to stop me. As the world flashed in and out of focus, I knew I was dying. I needed to breathe but couldn’t. It was as if something else was in charge of my body, interrupting its normal rhythms. I ...
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Guy On A Train
He was a smallish man, somewhat nondescript in that he did not look particularly menacing. Nor did he look middle eastern, or arabic as the stereotype of a suicide bomber might call for. He did not have the thousand yard stare of a man about to die. He...
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12:28:37.12pm pt.3
Meneghel leisurely wandered into the marketplace, he had plenty of time. suitcase he was carrying must have weighed at least 60lbs, but to him it felt weightless. Meneghel started to think. Oh, how things had changed since the day, nearly six months ag...
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A Roach is a Roach
“Put the phone down, Roger. It’s too late for that.” Albert’s voice was solemn as he looked upon his life’s work. Roger paused in the act of dialing and closed his mobile with a loud snap. He didn’t know how Albert a...