Flight: A Novel Novels & Stories

I shoved my bag under the seat in front of me and buckled in, staring at the headrest ahead like it held answers to the questions in my head. The flight was long. Longer than I'd expected. I watched the landscape shift beneath us through the tiny window when the coffee man finally dozed off and I could lean over without invading his space. Green gave way to blue, then white, endless fields of snow stretching out like the world had been erased and redrawn in monochrome. I tried to sleep, but my mind wouldn't settle. It kept circling back to Shane's face when I'd walked out, to Mary's theatrical sobs, to Anton's arms around me and the way he'd held on just a little too long.

I inhale sharply and make my way to the gate. As I shuffle down the narrow aisle, my footsteps falter an echo of my trepidation. Every step feels like a march to my deepest fear. I made it to my seat just in time, my knees wobble under me as I plunder into the chair. The subtle hum of the engines morphed into an ominous roar, my fingers trembling as I struggle to buckle my seat belt. The warm touch of Lorenzo burns into my skin as a memory of our first encounter surfaces in my head. With one click I snap my seat belt on. That was the best flight ever. I grasp the armrests with a desperate grip, seeking some solace in something firm. Like Lorenzo’s hand or leg. A blush paints my face as my mi

The woman gave me a dirty look for reading over her shoulder and angled the magazine away from me, flipping to a new story about a basketball star’s lavish wedding. I sighed and looked out the window. Who would ever believe that shy, cautious Emma would marry, let alone marry a billionaire on vacation? I put my own headphones on and tried to settle into the chair. It was going to be a long flight home and the ache in my heart wasn’t going to speed things up. Maybe if I fell asleep, I thought. I felt the plane bank slightly as I drifted off, Jack’s smile filling my dreams. Time to go home. ***

Seatbelts clicked all around, flight attendants took their seats, and Nikolai ’s slamming heart leapt into her throat. “What are you reading?” He leaned over and tilted his head to see the front of her book. She snapped it shut just in time to realize she’d pulled the erotica out of her bag. Awesome. She shoved it in her bag as quickly as she could manage, hoping he didn’t see the title. “Listen Mr..."She trails off saying as she read his name lapel. "Montgomery, I have major flight anxiety and….”She squeaks out. Before even completing her sentence the plane’s force made her lurch back against her seat. The inception of the dizzying speed stopped her mid sentence. Sweat bubbled on her forehe

But my solitude was short-lived as Gabriel entered the plane and took a seat beside me. As the plane took off, a sense of unease accompanied my discomfort. This was my first time on a flight, and the unfamiliar sensation of ascending into the sky added to my anxiety. Suddenly, Gabriel's actions caught me off guard—he rolled me from my seat and seated me on his lap. Instinctively, I placed my hands on his chest to steady myself, preventing a fall onto the cabin floor. His arm wound around my waist, holding me firmly in place.

In the international airport of Lochapple, the flight to Granada, one of the most beautiful cities in Spain, was just about to take off. Inside a quiet and comfortable business cabin, a woman with long hair and a blue and silk shirt was reading a pathology book with rapt attention. As the plane took off, she raised her wrist and looked at the time. She closed her eyes for a moment. After the plane took off completely and flew smoothly, she opened her eyes and began to read every word in the book. A dozen or so hours later, when the plane safely landed, she slammed the book shut and walked down from the plane with slightly red and swollen eyes.

Diana sprawled on the ground, yelling, "You have to help me, officers! He's lying through his teeth! Do you see my bruises? You have to know that just because there are no bodily fluids doesn't mean there wasn't an attempt—he clearly didn't succeed at it! "You have to check him out, officers! He recently invited me to a hotel, which I promptly refused! You can check his booking history if you don't believe me! He even got accepted to become one of our nation's pilots! How can someone like him represent the country? Have him arrested!" I was shaking all over with rage when I heard it. "You're clearly lying! I never asked you to go to a hotel! You caused those injuries yourself. How is any of

i stood there wanton and dazed until a taxi pulled up in front of me and the driver honked asking if i wanted a ride, I shook myself to sense apologised to him and turned and entered the station. i found my platform and sat on my suitcase against a wall with my knees pressed to my chest, memories of last night flowing leaving me wonder if id ever feel so high again. the memories and thoughts stayed with me constantly till i arrived at home where i become the victim of a game of stacks on under my eight pups.the older ones gently flopped on me while the youngers ones did not hold back i laughed and pretended i was drowning beneath them. between the game and settling them at the table for the

If it were possible, flying would be a better option. I dashed out of the taxi and threw some notes to the driver. Looking in the direction of Raya's apartment, I found a large crowd, and a police van, packed at the corner. Instantly, I felt my heart sink into my belly. My legs were glued to the ground, and I struggled to lift them with each step I took. The closer I got, the more my heartbeat increased. I prayed to the good Lord that I find Raya in good condition. I got to the scene and found a pool of blood on the floor.

~ Avelyn ~ The flight was quiet. Too quiet. Kyle didn’t sit beside me. He kept his distance like proximity might weaken his resolve. His men handled everything — documents, transfers, vehicles waiting at landing. No names were spoken. No real location was shared. Just movement. City after city dissolved beneath clouds until even I lost track of direction. By the time we reached the coastline, the air felt different. Saltier. Wider. Like the world had stretched open and swallowed noise whole.