After Dunkirk Novels & Stories

"We will see you at the Black Diamond Bar tomorrow. It's south of the center of the city. Ask a driver to take you to the Soho Rooms. It's a tourist spot where the runway models and the Mafia meet for a night of fun." "Thanks." Royce shook hands with Dimitri and Rurik before he and Hans picked up the weapons and headed back to the changing room. "I kinda hoped we'd get to use the bathing pools," Royce muttered. Hans laughed. "You really have been watching too many James Bond movies." "You stripped naked before I did," Royce reminded him. "Touché." "We have to get back to Kenzie. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eye that I don't quite trust." Royce reached into his locker and began pull

"Let's throw out some names and see which one we like the best." "Pride of the Man," Kade suggests. We write it down, but it doesn't seem to resonate with anyone. "Princess and the Beast," I propose. Shaylee thinks it's a good one, but the boys aren't convinced. "Um, how about 'Pride and Prejudice'?" Shaylee suggests, but I don't think we can use that since it's a book. As long as we steer clear of Jane Austen, we should be fine. The three of us look at Andrew, waiting for his input. "Her Dark Knight," he suggests, and holy crap, that's the best one so far. "Dang it."

He shook off the many hands trying to still him, and those unseen trying to torment, and hurled himself at the rails, leaping over them in rabid desperation. There was silence. Then a low hissing before a final shriek pierced all their ears and the waters rippled with red. The soft splash told those present that the remains were released, sinking down to the tomb of the sea. "Lord have mercy on he who has been committed to the deep," Nathaniel muttered, crossing himself briefly. His crew slowly followed suit, the quiet chorus of 'Amen' echoed about the deck.

“Just do not go out any further, please. Don’t risk your life when you are just getting to live it.” “Sapphire, before you go, earlier you said ‘drown’, what does this word mean?” “To drown is to be submerged in water until you breath it in and die or almost die. It’s also used to described being suffocated by something, usually unpleasant.” “Sapphire, was I drowning in the darkness till you came?” “Yes, Evangeline. I believe you were drowning in your own darkness, even though you did not know it yet.” Sapphire’s voice was now full of sadness again. “I must sleep now. Please consider hiding and sleeping as well, we will both need our strength for the journey ahead.”

"Does it still hurt to talk?" Nodding Frank tried drying his sweaty palms on his pant legs. The last he stood this close to this man he almost lost his life. Ivan placed his hand on his shoulder forcing Frank to look into his eyes before he continued. "This war has only just begun. Are you capable of finishing or do you need rest?"

The pin oaks still lined the road that was ingrained in my memory after all this time. The worn-down lane had been the last one I’d seen before the bombs fell, the one that’d led to my life changing, but it was almost unrecognizable now. The once majestic trees were blackened and dead, what was left of them, that was, and I felt numbness starting to seep in. One look at the route ahead proved we were fortunate the nature reserve hadn’t suffered any significant damage, though I supposed the whole world was a wildlife refuge now.

he says and stop thinking about this first, I just stand there waiting for him, I can stand here all day, not that I want to, but I can. “Yes?” I promote him to keep going. “This can’t reach Elle’s ears, she doesn’t need to know about any of this” he says, I just nod yes, if it’s something as important and dangerous as he make it seem, I won’t be telling Elle anything. “Of course it won’t” I assures him. “We’re in war little demon, the Irish have declared war” he says with a sigh, he looks ancient now, he sounds like an old man who’s exhausted.

Saturday morning offered a thin, fragile peace. The wad of cash from Richard was hidden deep in my backpack, a heavy secret, yet a desperate relief. It meant Jasper's hospital bill, that grim monster, could finally be tamed. Mom's cough sounded softer, and Jasper's innocent play filled our small apartment with rare, normal sounds. For a few precious hours, our home felt almost safe.