For The Boys
They looked at each other with hollow eyes. The muddy trench was filled with the remains of their regiment. Above them, the bullets whistled past.
“What d’ya say boys?”
“We goin’ over again?”
“For King and country!”
“Forget king and country, for the Boys!”
Cheering, they surged over the top.
By Grant
The Beginning of the War
A man walked into the classroom and quietly whispered “Sir, we’re under attack.”
There was silence.
“Mr. President,” he repeated “we’re under attack. What should we do?”
Silence.
“Mr. President,” the man asked exasperated, “What should we do?”
I looked up at him and finally replied, “I don’t know.”
By Nipun
50 Word Fiction 