Flight 828 Novels & Stories

NATASHA. I clutched the handle of my suitcase tightly, feeling trapped and with no way out. Was I making the right decision? “Attention, ladies and gentlemen, this is the final boarding call for Flight ABF-J3, slated to leave at 8:45 AM to New York City is now boarding at gate 14. All passengers should be aboard in the next ten minutes.” The announcer’s voice came from the speaker. I let out a deep sigh before I moved through to security. There were about five people in front of me, preparing to be scanned. I whipped out my phone and sent a quick text to Dougal.

No messages. A soft voice announced the final boarding call. His chest tightened. He looked at the message again, the one he sent her. Still no reply. The pilot’s voice now echoed clearly over the intercom: “Passengers on Flight 824 to Florence, this is the final boarding call.” Jay’s fingers tightened around the handle of his carry-on. It felt like the ground under him was shifting. But he stood up, slow and reluctant. This was it. He walked slowly toward the gate, each step heavier than the last. He tried to remind himself that this was what his mother wanted. What he had agreed to. It was only a few months, a simple date. It didn’t mean forever.

"We're just two people waiting for a flight. Relax." I tried to take his advice and take a deep breath, feeling his arms wrap around me in a comforting embrace. The loudspeaker crackled to life, announcing the boarding of flight number 827 to North Fangs Pack. Jalen and I looked at each other, both a mix of excitement and nervousness. The airport was bustling with activity as travelers rushed to their respective gates.

Awaiting the flight take off. Then the announcement crackled through the speakers. "Attention passengers on Flight 287 to New York. Due to severe weather conditions, your flight has been delayed." My step faltered, jaw twitched as my eyes strained in the information board and then my flight ticket. "The universe is really against me isn't it?" I gritted out.

I left my phone and jacket inside the car and left it at the side of the road so I could make my way to her. I stopped at the entrance to catch my breath. I almost felt dizzy from the clatter of luggage and the number of people moving in different directions at a time. They looked at me like I was insane; they weren't to blame. I did look crazy. "This is the final boarding flight 422 to the United States of America." Echoed through the speakers. SERENA'S POV The rain stopped, and it was safe to board the plane. "This is the final boarding flight 422 to the United States of America." Echoed through the speakers.

"I love you so much. I'm sorry... I haven't been myself with all that's happened. But, I promise, I will be better. I will do everything I can to-" "Sophie...you don't have to apologize. This was hard on everyone, especially you. I love you baby girl, don't you ever forget that." he says as he cups my face, and looks at me with loving eyes. "Flight 482 to New York, New York is now boarding in gate 14D, all passengers make way, please have your tickets ready before arriving at the gate." the voice of a girl sounded in the intercom, making us turn.

“You’re still sad Ma’am Margaux couldn’t make it to the airport, aren’t you?” I offer a small smile, but say nothing. Colette shrugs. “I understand. I’d be sad too. But I’m sure she didn’t mean to miss your goodbye. She must be really busy. She is your grandmother, after all.” I glance at her, a smile finally curling my lips. “Look at you… finding ways to make me feel better.” She grins. “Well, someone’s gotta do it.” Just then, the boarding announcement echoes through the terminal. “Flight 782 to Florence, now boarding.”

His other hand rested on the handle of Molly’s pink suitcase, decorated with glitter stickers and a cartoon unicorn that suddenly felt far too innocent for everything we were leaving behind. The boarding gate announcement hummed overhead. Flight 782 to Antwerp, boarding in twenty minutes. I looked around the terminal. Families, business travelers, solo wanderers, all of them had destinations. We had an escape. Steven leaned closer. “She’ll come around,” he said under his breath. “She’s just tired.” I nodded absently. My hands trembled as I folded the tissue into tiny squares. “She’s right to be upset,” I said. “She can sense it. Kids always know when something’s wrong.”

Cassian Kingsley stood at the departure gate with his heart in his throat. The terminal was crowded with early-morning travelers. He was none of them. He was a man alone, clutching a boarding pass, about to fly twelve thousand miles to chase a woman who had made it clear she did not want to be found. Qantas Flight 8 to Brisbane, Australia, now boarding First Class passengers. He didn't move. His phone was open to the draft he'd written at three in the morning. He read it one last time.

replied Joshua to him. “Until we meet again dude” said Anthony to him. That was their last goodbye as a brother hood. They knew each other that they will meet again someday. “What Joshua said?” asked Eddie to him. “just what I said tell next chapter of our journey, we will meet again” replied Anthony to him. “To all passengers of Flight G.A 124, direct flight bound to American international airport, United states, please be advise to checked in your luggage, this is your final call” calling the attention of pager counter.