Run - Flash Fiction

***1000, 500, 50 , 6 Word Versions*** ***Flash Fiction Competition Entry***
Alexandria is a 17 year old girl who lives in a crazy, loud house. Peace and quiet is not an option - until some mysterious people kill half of her family. She has to try and escape with her life as well as protect the remainders of her family. Will she survive?


3. 500 words


My mother ran back down the hallway towards us, “Run!” she screamed. She stared at me for what felt like eternity, but in reality, it was probably only a second. The look in her blue eyes was grave and serious. She fell to the ground as another BANG sounded. Her pale blonde hair formed a halo around her face as her blue eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. I couldn’t help but stare at the punctured wound in her abdomen as the life in her eyes slowly faded.

“We have to go!” Harold tugged at my arm and Phillip and I raced upstairs. Harold cradled Jake and took one last look at his dead wife and ran upstairs. We all rushed into Phillip’s room and locked the door behind us.

“What do we do now? We’re trapped in here!” Phillip flopped on his bed and I paced the room.

“We could jump,” I said.

“Where?” Harold asked.

“Out the window. We’re only on the second floor. We could make it,” I stared at Harold’s face; dark hair, dark eyes and all, until he knew I was serious.

 “Phillip. We have to go. This could cost us our lives,” Harold grabbed his arm just as someone slammed into the door again. This time, cracks appeared in the wood.

“Got it!” Phillip pulled something from his desk and into his pocket, but I couldn’t be sure what it was.

“Now go!” I ushered Phillip to the window and he jumped. He landed on his feet, but quickly lost his balance and fell over. I jumped next, making sure to bend my knees and then tuck and roll once I landed. I watched a lot of movies. I stood up and rushed over to the window, where Harold stood holding Jake. Another loud noise sounded and then BANG! Blood spurted from Harold’s chest and his arms went limp, causing him to drop Jake. I quickly caught him and turned towards Phillip, who stared up at his dead father. A few men appeared in the window and they fired shots towards us.

“Run!” I shook Phillip from his daze and he bolted in the direction of my grandfather’s hunting stand. I looked behind us to see people starting to jump out of the window after us.

I cradled Jake in one arm, who was screaming and crying and I couldn’t help but wonder if he had any idea what was going on. I still couldn’t process it myself. I looked over my shoulder at Phillip, and I could see in his eyes that he was scared. And truth be told, so was I. I was all that he had left. He slipped his hand into mine and I gripped Jake in the other. We took one last look behind us and then we sprinted through the cornfields, trying desperately to survive. I didn’t know what was going on, or why it was happening, all I knew was one thing. We needed to run.

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