Airport Novels & Stories

She pointed at her screen with a pencil where a bold ABSENT had been placed beside his name on the waiting list. "I'm sorry but there are no more flights going to Alaska today, sir? You will have to return in a week's time or so. Thank you for choosing Silver Lining."

I watch my brown flats take steps across the glossy white tiles, pulling my weekend bag behind me as I check my phone for the fourth time. Thank god I'm back on flat land; sitting for thirteen hours, at thirty thousand feet above the ground, is long enough. If only Gabe was here because I'm stuck with a five-hour transit at Terminal 3, Singapore Changi Airport while I wait to go sky high again.

The roar of the jet’s engines faded into the salt-heavy air as the Vallerand jet touched down on the sleek runway of Malé International Airport. The humid wind rushed in the moment the aircraft doors opened, warm and fragrant with the scent of seaweed, coconuts, and brine.

But without even thinking for one second, he kicked me out of his life with no explanantion whatsoever. I looked away as they entered the airport and continued talking to Nikita while occasionally eyeing them through the corner of my eye. I did not know why but the way they acted with me felt.......wrong like something was really off about it. It felt genuine but not henuine at the same time. I was so confused about it! While trying to think of what might have happened, an announcement started playing on the speaker attached to the ceiling of the airport above us. "Passengers travelling in Air Australia, Flight 9874 from Los Ang

He says. “Where are they?” Mack asked. “Portland.” “That is at least a day’s drive.” Mack said. “I know that is why I have arranged for a flight.” Nezerra tells them. “When we leave?” Tanner asked. “We leave here in 2 hours, but I have some good news, and some more bad news.” Nezerra tells them. “Well get on with it.” Mack says to him. “Bad news is the plane can’t stop in Portland, so we will be landing at Eugene airport.” He tells them

Aiden says frowning “ but it’s still a 4 star place to stay, when they let you out of the room, there is a games room, a sauna, masseuses, tanning beds and a pool.” Dropping his voice lower he check no one is by the door “I’m sorry for what you will go through I will help where I can” and before I can register he said it he starts walking to the door, a smile on his face telling me he will be back for the plate in a bit and locking the door behind him. That last sentence sours the taste of the food in my mouth and makes me feel like what I have already eaten may come back up. Done with the food I put the plate down on the tray and try standing up.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

Милый друг твой не вернётся To this city never В этот город никогда And the lights of tired streets И огни усталых улиц Will miss you Станут по тебе скучать Only they are sad Только им печаль такую-“ “Good morning, and welcome to Sky Harbor Airport. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 13A non-stop to New York City. We are now inviting those passengers with first and business class tickets to begin boarding at this time-“ An older woman with slicked back silver hair began speaking into a small microphone from her podium, and I gathered my carry on bag and what remained of my breakfast. I silently began having a conversation with myself. Well, here

Billie POV Days passed quickly, and before I knew it, I was on my way to Miami. As I stepped off the plane and into Miami International Airport, the humid air enveloped me like a warm hug. The sounds of salsa music and lively chatter filled my ears, a stark contrast to the quiet, small-town life I was used to. Back home, the airport is a tiny terminal with a handful of gates and a view of cornfields. Miami's airport, on the other hand, is a bustling hub with sleek glass walls, tropical plants, and people from all walks of life rushing to their next destinations. The vibrant atmosphere was infectio

The sun was barely up when Evelyn received a message on her burner phone—a number that only a few trusted people knew. The text was brief and to the point: *Meet me at the old cathedral. Midnight. Come alone.* Evelyn’s heart pounded as she read the message. Kade didn’t waste time. The old cathedral was a relic from a forgotten era, long abandoned and shrouded in urban legend. It was the perfect place for a clandestine meeting, far from the prying eyes of The Tribunal.