Pilot Novels & Stories

Lester tells everyone as every set of female eyes, roll at his comment. “If you don’t already know; my name is Greg and I will be your pilot today” Greg says coming over the loud speaker. “I’m required by law to give you the safety rundown before take-off. In case of an emergency; leave me the fuck alone so I can fix it. If I can’t; I will try to land the plane as safely as I can. If we manage to survive an emergency landing; I will head to the rear of the plane and help the ladies to the emergency exit, which happens to be the door you came in. Men; you are on your own. Buckle up and enjoy the ride.”

he said—there was just one pilot inside. “I pay you to be available anytime; that’s the reason I have a private aircraft; what exactly am I paying you for?” Clinton growled. “I…I'm very sorry for the inconvenience, sir,” he apologised, and I sat on the seat while Clinton remained standing, scolding the man who I could tell was shivering. “I told you I’m flying with my wife; how can I trust one pilot with her? What if something happens?” “Nothing will happen, sir; trust me, this is our best pilot here; he can even fly with his eyes closed,” he joked, which made me smile but didn’t sound like a joke

the pilot tries to give the confused Geri updates of what was going around and now they needed to save themselves as fast as possible. Geri tries breaking out of the ropes which he could have easily broken from them but he is now weakened and he cannot break loose from the ropes. "Come, reach in pockets and get a pen knife, it will help us cut the ropes fast" the pilot says as he turns so that Geri can access his back pockets. Geri reaches and grabs the knife, cuts the ropes loose and they can move freely.

The cabin is spacious and well-appointed, with ample room for relaxation and enjoyment during the journey. State-of-the-art amenities abound, including a fully stocked bar, sleek entertainment system, and cutting-edge technology for communication and navigation. Every detail has been meticulously designed to ensure a first-class experience for those fortunate enough to travel aboard this private jet. The pilot emerges from the cockpit, greeting me with a warm smile. "Good evening, Mr. Sandro. Welcome aboard," he says, extending his hand in a friendly gesture. I accept his handshake, exchanging pleasantries as we connect.

I immediately called my pilot. My pilot answered on the first ring, “Hello, sir.” I answered, “Hey, Bill, I need to fly home in two days. I want to leave at five am.” He replied, “Yes, sir. I will make sure the jet is ready to go.” I thanked him and ended the call. I went to bed and dreamed of my Harley all night.

“No Rob I don’t see him I’m looking and all I see are these men standing idle like they are watching a roasting pig. There is no vehicles blocking the run way nothing is in our way as of right now. I’m going to see if the pilot has gotten ahold of anyone . “ as I put my brother on hold I went into the cockpit I heard the pilot cursing under his breath. “Hey is everything okay? “ I smiled weakly at him and as he looked at me I could see in his eyes the fear that ran across them. “ Miss I am sorry to say I can’t get ahold of anyone and I feel like I failed him your brother miss he’s been such a good man to me I just don’t want any

Agatha said. "I'll be waiting. Thank you so much, Agatha," Silvia said to the lady who told her not to worry as she dropped the call. Her phone rang once again and she paused seeing that number. Silvia breathed in deeply as she answered the call. "Inform Alpha Alonso I had a vision last night in which he destroyed the Moon Pack," She said calmly and there were snickers of joy heard on the other side. "Alpha would be so happy," The guy said and ended the call. Silvia lied about that she had the vision yesterday when in reality she had it two days back. There was so much going on in her head she forgot to inform them about it.

Nothing could console her right now. "Actually that is not what I want us to be optimistic about. This people are going to get down somehow, so we still have hope of touching ground" he explained. "Good evening, everyone. This is your pilot on RT 1146. I will want everyone to fasten their seatbelts. We are about taking off" the pilot's voice announced on speaker. "I'm very sure, a soldier is standing somewhere waiting for us with a rocket propelled grenade launcher on his shoulder" Grace sighed.

"I handle all of that and I'm almost blinded by a senior with a fork." "Hey, I can personally say he was pretty dangerous with that fork!" Ben said to lighten her mood. She turned to smile at him and looked beyond. Ben turned and saw another man in a uniform. Tall, lanky body with blonde hair greying at the temples, the man looked to be in his fifties and he was grinning at Ben. "Hello, I'm Richard Hall. I'm your pilot today," he boomed with a thick Aussie accent like the co-pilot.

he called from the other room. "Yeah?" I answered, following his lead into the cockpit. And there it was. A breadcrumb. The pilot, blue in the face, a slumped corpse in his seat. His head was beaten in. Coagulated blood like it had been some time since his death. "Holy shit," Javier said over the com. "What happened to him?" "Looks like he was bludgeoned," I replied, using my gloved hands to tilt his head from side to side. "Clear signs of space psychosis."