Pilot Novels & Stories

Scarlet “Everyone tighten your seatbelt and get ready the plane will be taking off in the next five minutes” The pilot announced, I looked at the Alpha and saw as he brought out and earplug which he plug into his ear, I guess he's listening to music, I looked at my boring self who's doing nothing, maybe cause it's my first time I never prepared anything like this..

“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

I wasn’t about to let some overpaid pilot fly me away from the one person I couldn’t stop thinking about. Inside the cockpit, the pilot, a man in his early forties with a receding hairline and a face that screamed “I follow rules” was adjusting controls, ticking boxes on a notepad like he was prepping for a damn NASA launch. Headphones on, eyes focused, completely unaware that his entire flight plan was about to be shredded. “Hey, pilot, or whatever your name is,” I snapped. “I want a word.” He turned, startled, removing his headphones with a confused arch of his brow. “How may I help you, ma’am?”

I pout. “It doesn't matter; clothes are the least of our worries right now,” he replies. He asks me to loosen up and enjoy the destination rather than anticipating the next problem. “Benvingut on board, Mr. Blanco,” says the pilot, joining us at our seats. Welcome aboard, Mr. Blanco. He is formally dressed and looks familiar. “Selena, this is Marco, our pilot,” introduces Hunter. Holy shit, the karaoke guy. I go red, but I'm glad Hunter doesn’t notice.

As the pilot flew, the weather suddenly turned violent, a storm that he could not control. Marcus had been Salazar's pilot for a decade, with twenty-five years of experience. Never had he encountered such a life-threatening situation. He did everything in his power to regain control of the plane, but his efforts were in vain. A deafening crash resonated throughout the cabin. Annie screamed, shutting her eyes tightly.

she said and continued savoring her creamy and cheesy chicken pie. “How about the name?” Her heart rate was erratic as Claire took a moment to remember. He was the only lead she has left to regain her hazy memories from the accident. “Elian? Ellery? Right, Elliot Sphene.” “I hope that’s not a fake name either.” “Hey! He seems polite and not the type to lie their way out.” “Right, not everybody is like me,” Ava said, rolling her eyes. When she saw Claire purse her lips from across her, she smiled. “It’s a force of habit, okay? I’m working on it. Now we can enjoy our lunch.”

The unknown pilot announced through the installed speaker. Diana took a deep breath as she tried to make sense of fast her world was going. From a bullied house wife to flying private.

"This place has an airport, doesn't it? Let's land there." The pilot, who had been executed for murder, consisted of little more than brain tissue in a nutrient bath. When ordered to choose permanent death, or service as a cyborg, she had chosen the latter. She flew the transport by means of a neutral interface, "felt" by means of its sensors, and "saw" through multiple vid cams. The request took her by surprise. She applied power and banked away. Air fanned the battlements. A sentry lost his hat. The reply was automatic. "Sir, yes, sir!" "Good", Marco answered. "And one more thing... When they ask where I went... Tell them you don't know"

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."

Calls a tall boy in a black uniform and white hat, “I'll be the pilot who will take you to your new destination.” Yes, starting today, a new cycle begins — for everyone.